Noble Savage Trope Novels & Stories

When she appeared, there were about ten of them looking and sniffing around. “You guys lost something?” she asked and they turned to look at her. “Just in time, we were looking for you savage girl.” Anita huffed; she did not understand why they called her savage yet they too lived in the wild as she did. If someone were to call the other savage, it would be pack wolves calling them, rogues savage not rogues calling the other savage.

The Soga would not appreciate an annoyance of that magnitude. As the strongest and oldest tribe of vampires, their main concerns were staying in control and retaining power. Other brotherhoods were more than ready for the slightest blunder to happen. Many were eager to take the Soga’s place as the elite. The Soga was the only tribe of African descent not eliminated through assimilation or blood diseases. This could happen as a result of intermixing with other brotherhoods. The Soga was a descendant of the Soganta tribe of Africa. As legend had it, Sarim’s ancestor Hanit fled from Egypt as the last remaining Soganta member. Sarim bought his thoughts back to the present. Was there a Soga humva

growled Alpha Addy. “Of course it is, to kill a lowly Alpha like you.” His Wolf body walked back to give the 50 Rogues a chance to starve in front of him. One of his abilities as a noble werewolf was to summon the Rogue herd and have them submit to his orders. “The noble werewolf is blessed with great power, but you actually wear it for something bad. Your behavior is lower than these outcast Rogues,” he said loudly. He really feels sorry for the Rogue herd who is innocent to be used as a killing tool by Alpha Bashiri.

My birthday was in two days, and he wanted to celebrate early. Early on, Connor’s father had made it very clear that in less than three years, I’d marry Connor, who would eventually take over the family business, and on my wedding night, I was to be a virgin still. For reasons unknown to me, my dad had agreed. With that mandate in place, none of the guys I knew would ever come near me. Even Connor kept his distance, and I was supposed to be his. That made me believe it was more because of me as a person versus what was known by everyone. I mean, come on. If anyone would have been okay approaching me, it should have been Connor, right? But he never did. Since he never did, and seemed to have

"I know a lot of things; of course I know that. I think I remember it now. My first trip here in this century was when I'd rescued Raymond’s family and Eve, but before I left, I found a wounded werewolf in this very same forest and healed him with my blood, but unfortunately, I guess I took his soul with me and brought it to the future. Thus, Tomas here became feral and was abducted by the enemy pack, thus the appearance of Landon' soul." "That's absurd." "And you being a hybrid is not absurd?" "Why are you such a dick?" Her eyes burned with annoyance. "Sophie…" Sage stared at her, as she had a kind of understated beauty; perhaps it was because she was so unaware of her prettiness, compassio

Samana whimpered, making a shudder pass through my system. I had heard horror stories of human slaves kept by shifters for leisure purposes. The human women were prized for their soft skin and fragile bodies. The evil-minded shifters enjoyed hurting and wrecking them. We were given some food. The night passed with none of us sleeping a blink. I couldn't stop thinking about my sister, my village, the screams, the fire.

In the span of a single hour, I had been rejected like garbage by one mate, only to bleed out in the woods and trigger a bond with another. And this one... his presence was suffocatingly powerful, heavy enough to make Kane feel like a mere pup. He didn't belong to our tribe. Looking at the shadows clinging to his sharp jawline at the desolate border of our territory, a word bled into my mind: Rogue.

Hence, the plan had been to mate with them, to avoid the wildness from interfering with their knotting me out of my heat, to ensure my own survival. I was taking this risk, this perilous gamble, more for my own sake than for theirs. If I acted shrewdly, if I could control the situation, I might force the wildness to retreat, if only for a time. With that desperate hope in mind, I sliced my wrist open with a claw, the blade piercing my flesh with practiced ease, a sacrifice for survival. Blood sluiced from the wound, a crimson offering, a desperate plea for salvation. I moved hastily, desperately, to feed the brothers before the wound could close, before the opportunity was lost.

If they exceeded that time for whatever reason, they would become a rogue. The 32-year-old eldest full-blooded alpha son looked down, his expression solemn. “I see, rogues still have been roaming around our territory. Is that why you’re here? It’s not like you to visit this border so suddenly.” Lorenzo cleared his throat. No matter how confident he was with Zeke regarding rogues’ matters, he didn’t know what the others thought about Naya. Zeke had always been fair and equal, but unlike his brothers who were like black and white, Zeke was a warrior in heart.

Even Andrew felt that this was something he himself could not compare to. Tobiah gave a bitter smile and said, "But fortune and misfortune go hand in hand. Knox seemed blessed by the heavens, and at the time, I believed our tribe's golden age had arrived. I thought Knox was the rebirth of a true titan who would lead our people to success. "But in the end, I was wrong. Knox remained the same from birth to adulthood, with no noticeable changes. All the anticipation and excitement slowly turned into disappointment over the years. The Highland Tribe doesn't tolerate the weak, and infants born sickly or disabled are abandoned.