Tribe Names Novels & Stories

I’ll do that when I see him next. From what I learned, the nomads rarely stayed in one place, as the name implied. They never have a one true home. Always travelling from one place to another. They had three tribes and each one had a leader. They would sometimes meet on the road and cohabitate for a few days or even weeks, but then, they never feel comfortable settling so they move on eventually.

said the girl who looked about two years younger than me. I took Jay's blue jacket, put it on quickly, pulled up my zipper, and walked beside him. "By the way, my name is Ruby." I opened up the conversation so we wouldn't be awkward. I should get close to at least one person besides Brian. She just smiled slightly, her cheeks flushed from the sun. "Great Lady is the name given to the descendants of the higher-ups in our tribe." "Exalted ones? Are there any great men here besides my grandfather?" she nodded slowly,

“You survived. That’s not pathetic.” His gaze fell to the bandages on his arms. “It doesn’t feel like surviving. Not yet.” I poured him water, helped him sip. When he was done, I sat back, folding my arms over my knees. “What happened to you, Juan?” His eyes lingered on the flames, and then he spoke. “My full name is Juan Elric of the Katana Tribe. Or… it should be.” I blinked at the mention of that tribe. The Katana wolves were secretive, brutally loyal to bloodlines and tradition. One of the oldest warrior tribes in the northern forests—high walls, higher pride. Outsiders rarely got close. Even the Seer rarely spoke of them.

He was unsure why but all he knew was that he had the strange urge to check up on me. "What does this have to do with the tribes? They have wolves amongst them but they run in small packs and don't break any laws even though they are apart of the few packs that don't answer to the council," tribal packs were very different from ours. They secluded themselves from the rest of our kind and believed that the wolf spirit was gifted to them to help with their survival.

“Before you poison someone, you should do a little more digging on his background before messing with him.” “I-I guess we were wrong," grunted the woman. The vines was squeezing her limbs tighter before pulling her even more. She was dripping with sweat. “Know this, right now, I have sent my people over to your tribe and annihilate your whole entire clan. None of them shall live for the treachery of your schemes.” “What?” “Yes. They’re all dying right now as we’re speaking.” “You’re lying.” “You’re from the Eastern Border and your clan is called “Sleepy Doom”.

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.

“Arya is the eldest and my successor. That is Alva, Anka, and Avie. And the only boy, Arjo.” I hummed, amused by their names and captivated by their beauty. “A tattoo?” I pointed to baby Alva’s shoulder. “Yes. Alva and Anka have their first tattoo already. Avie’s and Arjo’s will follow. And once all of their birth tattoos appear, we can safely leave your pack in peace.” “Oh, your tribe can always stay here longer,” I said, worried that the tribe will encounter danger out there while going back to Oceania. “Thank you, Etheral.” Alpha Arva held my shoulder and we walked towards a large window. “But we can’t stay longer.”

They worship their ancestral deity here, surrounded by stunning natural beauty. Adeline's curiosity got the better of her. "What's the name of the tribe, Ahmed?" she asked, pen poised over her notebook. Ahmed's expression turned thoughtful. "They're the Awanatchi people. An ancient tribe, steeped in tradition and spirituality." Adeline scribbled notes, her eyes sparkling. "Awanatchi... I've never heard of them. What's their story?" Sebastian leaned in, interested. Ahmed nodded, settling into the tale. "The Awanatchi were once a powerful nation, spanning these lands. They believed the land held sacred energy, and their ancestors communed with the spirits."

“There’s… something else.” Zane turned his head slightly, eyes narrowing. “What now?” “Jason was actually made the new Beta of the tribe that saved him,” Mikey said, glancing between us. “I managed to trace their location. It’s strange, though. They don’t have an official name. The people there… They call themselves Jason’s Tribe.” I frowned. “Named after him?” He nodded. “Yeah.” I exchanged a look with Zane before straightening. “We should go there. See it for ourselves.” I tapped Zane’s arm lightly, but he didn’t move right away. His eyes were on me, steady and unreadable, like he was trying to decide whether to argue.

The message continued to deliver along with the rising of the sun. (Country A will officially announce that we will take the land from the greedy hand and free them. Openly and fairly.) “Hah~ This is stupid.” ‘Ridiculous even. They still want to take credit. The Bear tribe was on an entirely different continent, the Lion tribe used to reside inside Country B. Only Griffin riders were from their country.’ Country A, Bear tribe, Lion tribe, and Griffin riders. Despite that, the name was still Country A. This information made Shadow nearly punch the air. The cold morning became hotter thanks to this useless decree.