Northern Water Tribe Novels & Stories

"Hey, Stormshadow, what do you know about the Tribe of Rushing Waters?" Spruceleaf asked as the group carried on through the mountains. She knew that the elders used to tell stories about the Tribe, but, she never heard them herself. WindClan didn't have much to offer in terms of telling stories, especially since Icestar was going mad with power. "I'm not sure," Stormshadow meowed, looking at her in confusion. "I remember one of our elders used to mention that they had a leader known as Teller of Pointed Stones... or something like that. And they all have weird names like that."

A mine of platinum and a private army of four thousand skilled warriors, there's no greater prize than that. The northern tribes once lived harmoniously in the northern regions. Away from the traditions and rules of the Eckrett Empire, they lived a simple life. Among these tribes, was the Arin Tribe. The warriors of the north. The beasts of the glacier-filled mountains. The kings of the winter land. The tribe that led the northern region. The lords of the northern regions. They came into many names and titles and all of them were true. Standing atop the icy mountain, surrounded by beasts, they were the ones with the most number of warriors among the tribes. The other three tribes respected t

“The Northern River Basin is unclaimed. No pack can claim authority there because of its environmental and historical significance.” To be fair, the Beta was right; the Northern River Basin was home to a wide variety of rare flora and fauna, and it had once been used as a ceremonial site by our ancestors. The packs had all signed a treaty over three hundred years ago promising not to claim the territory, leaving it instead within the Moon Goddess’s domain. No battles could be fought there, either—no bloodshed. Even Damon wouldn’t stoop that low.

I nodded along – this was the same as what Samyak had already told me, and hearing it again helped me to solidify the information. “Each tribe is named for an animal found on our lands that represents these traits, and the tribes all have an element – like water, air, and so on – that lines up with these traits as well. So the Salmon tribe’s element is water,” she continued, hardly pausing to take a breath.

And last but not least, Yuri, the sweet, beautifully curvaceous, plump and petite, soft-spoken brunette seamstress with peculiar amber irises whom all the knights fancied for her lush, pleasing Rubenesque shape like the goddess Mother Freida the Wanderer. Yuri thought I did not know that she had a Waterman lover named Dominic, a young man of that traveling boat tribes father hated so much for helping the last of the Isa tribe of Northern Cunningfolk escape across the Maroon Sea to Utgardr before the Stronghold was erected. The Watermen were a wandering tribe who lived on the sea, rivers, and lakes. The Watermen's ancestors sailed here far, far North from Indrajit, named after their rain god

It was rumored that this time, Human Tribes got 3,000 places while Demon Tribes earned 7,000. Among dozens of provinces in Northern Region, Snow Province only earned 76 places, which showed that in the large Northern Region, Snow Province was really a small force. Situated at the edge of the land, it got mostly barren fields and deserted lands, moreover, in more than half of the days in a year, it was covered under ice and snow. Snow Province did not have abundant produce and Spiritual Qi there was limited. Thus, it had a poor cultivation condition. In fact, among the dozens of provinces in the Northern Region, it was the weakest Human Tribe. The so-called nine sects in Snow Province, compar

They left the holding facility with considerably more weight than they had arrived with, and Aria spent the evening with Caden, Zane, and Vesper, working through what little information they had. "The Northern Voice," Vesper said, considering the designation carefully. "I have heard whispers, over the years, of an elder operating from territories far to the north, beyond what most southern packs have direct contact with. The whispers were always vague, the kind of stories that get passed between brokers as cautionary tales rather than actionable information." "What kind of cautionary tales," Aria asked.

She immediately stopped, hands already reaching out to open the door that would lead them back to the den frozen midway. “What is it?” Gavin swallowed before opening his mouth to ask. “The Northern pack we will visit, what is its name?” “Ah, did I not mention it to you?” she asked, dropping her hand by her side. Gavin shook his head in answer, waiting rather impatiently. A small smile stretched on the Luna’s lips before she answered. “Tundra,” she replied. The name echoed in Gavin’s ear as he stared into the Luna’s eyes. She pushed the door open, stepping out before him. “The most powerful pack in the North. It’s Tundra.”

As I have yet to really believe that it is me, they are really looking for. “Your mom was a native of North America though her tribe was located around the Canadian border. It followed the Columbia River when they moved inward during the winter months, into what is now the Hawkeye territory. There were many tribes in the area, but they all adhered to your mother.” My dad explained as he grabbed my hand and looked into my eyes. “Why did they do that?” I asked him.

“But I’m not lost.” The woman smiled. “Good answer.” They talked briefly, names exchanged, no titles offered. Lily learned that the northern pack moved twice a year, not out of fear, but tradition. That they marked homes with woven cords instead of carvings, cords that could be untied and carried. “Memory that moves,” the woman explained. Lily felt something settle into place. That evening, Lily was invited, not summoned, to sit near a communal fire. She listened more than she spoke. When asked about Silver Creek, she didn’t describe systems.