Noble Savage Trope Novels & Stories

The three families have been so close to each other that one might mistake them to be one big family. "Savannah, go upstairs and play with others okay?" Troy said to his daughter then slowly kept her down and pecked her cheeks. She ran towards the kids room. Ava opened up to Troy after their mating ceremony and told him about her family background and how she ended up as a rogue. He accepted her for who she is and also made sure to deal with the Alpha that sent her to steal his staff the other time. He also spared the lives of her friends who promised to make a turn for good in their lives.

"It all started with that Alpha when Papa needed substantial assistance to join a pack after being abused and became prey for the nobles in the LittlePixie Woods." Those woods were the hunting ground for the nobles who did it for fun. The prey was the rogues or other people being thrown as prisoners in that forest. Those preys had to do their best to hide; if they didn't, they would be killed and hunted by those barbarous nobles who saw them as noble prizes.

The only major rule is that you don’t harm anyone directly, other than this, you’re free to live your life the way you see fit. More than half of the hillside population are atheists. They have no spirituality, neither do they believe in a democratic power. One reason why this tribe continues to thrive up until today despite their unethical nature is because of their commerce. Most tribes want to be in their good book so that they can get supplies from them. Because of their modernization and tradesman skills, they are able do import foreign goods and items that have never been seen before. It is in this town that Rogan and I have sought to find someone that would agree to testify against th

I need to get away from here. ‘We don’t know anywhere in this kingdom. It’s so big, and we’ve been running without seeing its borders. I don’t want them to think of us as rogues.’ ‘A rogue?’ I asked. ‘What’s that?’ ‘A rogue is a wolf without a pack, and they are killed on the spot.’ ‘What! Really!’ ‘Yes. Since you know this, we should go back.’ I didn’t want to live like this anymore. I wanted to escape from him. Why was everything working against me? Why was the moon goddess so wicked to me?

Do you and he have the same character, easily deceived? My feet ran fast from the edge of this magnificent building, two men were chasing me from behind. I tripped, fell, and screamed, "Help, aa!" A handsome young man, his body was big and dashing like his father's. The combination of Natalie and Anthony's faces produces extraordinary beauty. He beat up two men carrying knives and guns without fear. The two men were battered and beaten with his large fists. Amazed, he was like his father who, if allowed to hit, would never stop until the opponent's face was bleeding.

"What do you mean...someone like me?' 'Well, we all come from well respected families, who live in nice houses, not some old wannabe artist and writer who hasn't got a job or a house! You're pretty pathetic really for someone of your age!' I realised that my earlier honesty about my life had probably given them this idea, yet to think that a group of nerdy college students were planning to strip me and use me to prove their assertiveness for the weekend was just too much! 'However, seeing as how we're such good sports we've decided to give you a sporting chance. I remember watching a film a few years ago called the Naked Prey. Have you ever seen it?' he asked me. I nodded. The Naked Prey was

Zuri wrapped her arms around her own waist, holding herself as if physically trying to keep from falling apart. "One night, the perimeter alarms failed," Zuri continued, her breathing becoming ragged. "A pack of the Savage Men breached the outpost. But they didn't just attack like mindless animals, Mwajey. That is the lie people tell to make the monsters seem less cruel. They retained the vindictive, sadistic nature of the male spirit. They knew exactly what they were doing." Mwajuma’s blood ran cold. She leaned closer, her massive hand hovering near Zuri’s back, wanting to comfort her but afraid of breaking the fragile moment.

Revenge for something I had no single idea about. “Already in tears?” she questioned, “Save it. You will be crying for a very long time and no one will save you. One thing about rogues is that they don’t pursue material things like we do—no. They have very limited desires. The desire to kill and then the desire for sexual satisfaction and that’s what makes them so easy to figure out.” I sobbed silently, the sheer glee on her face even more revolting. “Goodbye Luna Kate, it was nice knowing you.”

“Disappointed?” His gaze flicked to the dirt under my nails, the bruises blooming across my arms. “Impressed,” he said finally. The word sat heavy between us. Raven walked past, throwing her knife into the dirt beside the fire. “Don’t get sentimental, Mason. She’s still got a long way before she’s one of us.” “One of you?” I asked. Raven shrugged. “Rogue doesn’t mean monster. It means survivor. You either learn that or die wishing someone had warned you sooner.”