Northern Water Tribe Novels & Stories

They laughed, and Eva crossed her legs, rescuing my limbs and giving me more room. "You could say that. Viking blood flows in our bodies, and bear spirits in our souls. As the oldest tribe in these regions, we live in harmony with nature and its inhabitants. We are their defenders, so, apart from our good genes, we are prepared from childhood for life and the responsibilities that lie upon us." Noah explained as he turned to us. "But you might be right. With your small frame, you can pass as a rarity—beautiful but different," he teased. "You're just all simply overgrown," I retorted, offended. "I know adults who are much shorter than I am. The lifeguard at our pool is half a head shorter and

It was the kind of mark that belonged in old stories about frozen coastlines and gods who ruled many, many years ago. I furrowed my brows as realization dawned on me, “From what I can tell," I said, straightening, "this mark identifies him as part of a tribe from the far north. Which begs an obvious question." I looked around the table. "What would drive a northerner this far south?" "A cast out maybe?" Bram offered immediately. "Probably an exile, or a wandering scavenger looking for softer territory." "Or a scout," Morana said slowly, her cane tapping once against the stone floor. "I have seen what northern tribes do to territories they scout before they invade them, Alpha. It is never gen

During the moon goddess worship, they would sing beautifully and channel the goddess in the most ethereal way possible. Red blood. The Red blood Tribe were made mostly of warriors, they were brutal with an average number of fighters that could die for their leaders. This tribe lived mostly on the hills and did not believe in wearing garments, they said they did not want to betray their ancestors and for that reason, they walked around close to being naked. Married women had a unique way of distinguishing themselves from young ladies and that was covering their boobs. They planted their crops and hunted in the mountains for that was their territory.

No one heard but him. I smile to Cole Cook, gathering all my diplomacy to reply to him "okay, not to be annoying but it is Grand Portage Band of the Minnesota Chippewa Tribe. I know, huge name, we call it Gi-Chi-Oni-Ga-Ming." I pause and face Ogi to make sure I got that right. He nods and smiles. "Wow, that's exotic." Molly adds.

I took a bite of my chicken, and the savory flavor filled my mouth. "No, but there are native tribes around the world." She shrugged. "Take the pack you're from, for instance. The Vikings came from Norway and settled at the top of North America. Hence, the Arctic Wolves." "You mean, I'm descended from Vikings?" I asked in disbelief. She nodded. "Most likely. And witches. After settling in North America, a witch may have endowed your tribe with more powers. Either that or maybe your people brought the powers with them." "So, you didn't answer my question." I sipped my iced tea and swallowed. "Were your family shifters? You said your mother nearly had a heart attack when you changed for the fi

Rhiannon said, her voice crisp as she turned to leave, "I'll advise you to leave too, before they notice your presence from your earth signature," The three main Packs of the North - True North, Timberfang and the Wavecrest all have unique signatures, a blessing from the Moon Goddess. The True North Pack had the water signature, Timberfangs have the Earth signature, and the Wavecrest also has the water signature, although slightly different from the True Norths. Rhiannon took a step forward, wanting to put distance between them and break this strange magnetic field that seemed to be drawing them in. But her boot caught on a loose stone, and she stumbled forward.

The only updated record about Northern was written thirty years ago, which may not be relevant today. Two things that I know haven’t changed about the Northerns are one, their devotion to the Moon Goddess, and two, that they have five leaders representing each of their packs divided by region. They're like kings on their own but live side by side to protect their homeland. From the letter I received from Ansel at the conflict site, the Alpha that will be present at tomorrow’s conference is the Alpha of the Moon Shone pack. I believe his name was Rohan. Rohan Bin Roshad, a descendant of Alpha Bin Roshad, became the first line of defense if there was a war with the Southern Olf.

The boss, who was a stylish, no-nonsense businesswoman named Linda Dunnell, taught me a great deal. Slowly, I began to carve out a place for myself. Two years flew by. I made new friends. There were even men who pursued me, but I wasn’t interested in dating—not yet. Instead, I signed up for the Royal Totem Design Competition, one of the most prestigious events in the entire werewolf world. I poured my heart into the preparations. One day, Linda came to me with a proposal. "We’re planning a partnership with another company," she said. "You’re the best fit for the trip. You understand their culture and can communicate with them more smoothly."

"Our ancestors chose this location specifically for the water's purity and reliability through changing seasons." Alpha Awie nodded appreciatively, though his attention remained primarily on Allischa. "The Northern Territories face greater challenges with water access. Our rivers freeze for nearly half the year, requiring different resource management strategies." "How do you maintain consistent water supplies during the winter months?" Allischa inquired, her analytical mind genuinely engaged with this practical challenge.

He finally said, I stilled immediately, for a moment, I thought I misheard him. He tossed the phone gently onto the bed beside me. It was a message from one the coordinators, Obsidian reached out to them. They wanted additional reinforcement for the training program. They contacted the Northern clans. That sat totally wrong with me, it was unsettling. “They didn’t just settle for us,” “Yes. They accepted, the northern leader is sending a unit, not a large one.” Zeth replied. I leaned back on the bed, processing it. The North were not like us, they were barbarians but they were not as controlled or structured.