Tribe Names Novels & Stories

He also had two ears on both sides of his face, which was a clear indication of someone from the Barong tribe! Barong tribe, the tribe of the wind also known as the weakest tribe but that didn't mean that the strongest person in the tribe was weak as well. The strongest person in the Barong tribe, the tribe leader Bala was said to be the best archer in all the land and using the law of wind with his arrows was even more lethal.

Chase said when he noticed most of them in hunting gear. "I see. You came from somewhere else. Which tribe are you from?" the man asked again. He looked big and muscular, but he was quite attentive. He knew to find out more about this stranger's background. That was probably the reason why he was a leader. "Well, I'm originally from the Bactria Tribe. Where is this place?" Chase told them a random tribe name. He believed that this group of men could not know every tribe in this place. The man gave this some thought after hearing Chase's tribe's name. He turned to ask the men behind him about the tribe, but none of them had heard of it before.

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.

Iwaoka immediately bowed his head. The Liu Tribe was a reputable family in Vestia. They are one of the largest and strongest tribe in the Kingdom of Demetrius. The element that upheld their title was Water. Kai's dark blue eyes fell on Iwaoka. His eyes were filled with contemplation. "Son, you are supposed to call me Zē." Iwaoka smiled albeit bitterly. He understood the meaning behind the elder Liu's words. "Máh, Zē."

In a circular mountain area in the north of Baiman Mountain, there was a hunter tribe called the In-snow Tribe. The tribe was a small one. For a long time, it had been an unknown small force with a population of only a hundred. It had stayed quiet during its people living there for generations. Until three or four years ago, a young hunter with extraordinary perseverance who came from this tribe joined the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect. It made the tribe famous and brought it unparalleled influence in the whole Snow Province. Everyone knew the name Mad Saber, and the reputation of the In-snow Tribe was widely spread.

Oh, I'm really starving! "You eat first," he said as he guides me to a seat. Many servants wearing the same clothes as Ignis, attended to us and serve some foods. I started eating while Ice continued talking. "There are four tribes in Narte Fantasia." He said and raised four of his fingers in the air. "First, the Flamis, yours and your mother's tribe. Flamias has the ability to control, produce, and extinguished fire," he explained and put one finger down. "Next is the Glaciers, it's my and your father's tribe. We have the ability to control water at all states, be it frozen or boiling."

He smiled. "So curious, they are my family. Koda, Tenaya, and Jace. We are all from the same tribe and live here together." Oh, that makes sense. I thought to myself. Suddenly I felt very tired so I closed my eyes again. The same dream replayed in my head. Matto's POV

I wonder what it is. He continued calling out everyone’s name. Each and everyone is wearing varying colors. The colors represented the tribe they came from. Some of the colors present are blue, gray, light pink, green, and white. The white one is what I wear. It is the assigned color for our tribe. “Raven Faustus.”

“Long ago, nestled within the heart of a verdant tropical forest in West Africa, lay the secluded village of Marugbo. This unique enclave, the sole region in Africa graced by the majestic Iroko trees, was home to the serene and enigmatic tribe known as the Mahines. Despite their apparent primitiveness, the Mahines possessed a rich tapestry of traditions and rituals, a near-civilized culture that had flourished in isolation for over a millennium.

I learned so much about Black Dew and I began to see how marvelous this pack is. A shaman like me has no pack to belong to. We also don't belong to the rogues, but anciently speaking, shamans are gathered in a formation of temples and we call it a tribe. Celtic and Norse also have their own tribes. They are considered strays like rogues, but an eastern witch prominently belongs to the Eastern Tribe. We're like royalties in the witch kingdom. I've lived for two decades and I never associated myself with any pack. Even the Fountain Pack couldn't convince me to be one of their citizens. Alpha Qirak was always persistent about that.