Northern Water Tribe Novels & Stories

"I don't care if a god comes down from the sky—you don't get to die on me." I squeezed his hand back, trying to offer him the comfort he had given me in the woods. "I'm not going anywhere, Lixie." The moment of quiet was shattered by that sound again. The horn. A low, mournful blast that echoed through the stone marrow of the mountain, followed by a chorus of howls that didn't sound like the wolves I knew. These were deeper, more primal, like the sound of ice shifting in a glacier. "The Northern Tribes," Vincent said, his daggers disappearing into his sleeves as he moved toward the narrow slit of a window. "They aren't just passing through. They’ve breached the valley."

He even thought in his heart that his best friend was long dead and forgotten. The Northern Tribes isn't the type known to mess around with. They were strong and violent people. When Gouria had seen in a vision for the third time the woman whom his daughter was with and after so many findings it was made known to them that the woman may be the vicious Queen Atlas and thus Anderios and Aron had gone on a disguise and journeyed to the North. A plan is to send Aron to the Gates because he has a mother who is of the Northern tribes.

The prophecy is something Ambrose had told my siblings and I back when we were young vampires, but I believed it was nothing more than another moonlight tale passed on from one generation to the next. Ambrose had said that the prophecy had originated from the White-Clad Tribe. They were the first supernatural inhabitants of the North American soil. They were powerful yet pure creatures who were of priestly descent. They worshipped the sun goddess, Solise and were known for performing rituals and reciting sermons in her name. Some of the witches of North America where direct descents of the White-Clad Tribe. Kira looked between Dahlia and I in confusion. The poor girl didn’t understand what w

As he sauntered sluggishly back to the podium, he added, “they were located in the Northern part of this province, Ingfalls. The Water Clan were located in the South and were always discouraged from mingling with the North. The Air folks sojourned in the far Eastern part of Ingfalls and the Earth race inhabited mid up to the Western part of Ingfalls. The other tribes, Peford and Cawic were occupied mainly by the normal humans.” Oblivion chunked up every part of the unusual History class, and Sir Oswic said “I know, I know, that you have billions of questions coursing through your brains, but please, before I answer any, you both will have to take this book home, and study it - secretly.” He

He asked next. I hesitated for a moment before I replied briefly, “North.” Ken’s eyebrows shot up, “The north? You mean the tribal north?” The people around the country believe that the tribes in the North are just some indigenous tribes of humans. The North isn’t welcoming to humans, that’s why only rumors make it to the rest of the country. I nodded my head.

one of the guards shouted. My heart slammed against my chest as I dropped low in the boat, my arms shielding my head. The heat from the nearest arrow singed the air above me. Lucas gritted his teeth as he ducked, still paddling hard. “Daemon didn’t send a word. No messenger. No formal seal. They think we’re enemy intruders.” Of course. The Northern Watters. They were known for their brutal security, paranoid, ruthless, and unwelcoming to everyone who wasn’t announced like royalty. Their territory was a locked box wrapped in steel and secrets. I’d heard the stories. I just hadn’t expected to live one.

I have waited so long to meet my mate. Honestly, I thought I would go feral ten years ago, but I have managed to make it this long and maintain my position as Alpha of my pack. I wonder what she will think of my pack and lands. We are the largest in North America, with territory covering the Northern States and into Canada. I am the Alpha of the Dark Water pack and Alpha King of the North. I have known Sam and Damen since we were young children, we have been the closest of friends since. With each of our families being royalty our allegiances to each other’s kind and territories goes back hundreds of years.

"This whole section needs replacing. We can work down the line." "Okay." Nate followed the foreman's cues. They used a sledgehammer on the boards that were rotten or loose, then Nate held the new section while Nakos nailed them in place. They got a few done before Nate spoke again. "Where's the reservation?" "Between here and the Thunder Basin National Grasslands." Nakos pointed due north. "Arapaho tribe." Nate had never heard of it. He and Justin had served with a guy who was part Cherokee, but that was the extent of Nate's knowledge on Native Americans. "What's that phrase you say to Olivia every morning?"

It was the most beautiful place I’d seen in my life. “I didn’t know you were … well…” I said to Brandon. “Oh, you can say Native American. It’s not racist or anything,” Brandon said. “Are you?” “A Native? My dad’s from the tribe. My mom isn’t. They were fated mates. Before she became a part of our tribe, she was part of the Howls. Back in those days, the Howls were quite amicable. At the wedding ceremony, all the Howls came and celebrated with us like our brothers,” he said. “Not so much anymore. There’s hardly any accord between the packs nowadays.”

I hurried and got ready. I knew there was a lot to do today. After all, I had taken a week off. It was amazing seeing the way the Northerns live. I had no idea that people lived like that. I mean, everything was made from things they found or hunted. There are homes made from whale bones. Their clothes were from various animal hides. Their tools were all homemade. Everything about them was intentional. I had to admire them. They were fierce fighters. I had witnessed this from Kaya. It was unreal how she fought.