Tribe Novels & Stories

Also, his feelings and reactions of his were understandable because no one would keep calm and laugh with the daughter of the family who killed his own. “I heard that you will be announcing your marriage to Lady Amy of the fifth tribe. The fifth tribe is the most powerful tribe in this pack, are you sure you want to be involved with them this way?” Beta Gray raised another topic and he grunted. “You already said it yourself that they are the most powerful tribe in this pack, so shouldn’t that be enough reasons for me to get involved with them this way? The neighbori

"Also what? I don't want to hear it, and I'm not interested. If you only came back to see your parents, then fine, I'll allow it. But anything else, do not even think about it." Knox flared with anger, but Andrew laughed first and said, "Why can't he think about it? Mr. Fernsby, does the Highland Tribe belong to you alone? As of now, you're not the chief yet, right? And as far as I know, the leader of the Highland Tribe is Chief Tobiah Wieser, and only his words represent the tribe.

It was an offense punishable by death and unheard of, by an alpha. “Alpha of the Moonbeam tribe,” a raspy voice called from the small building ahead of us even before we entered. I was not very much fascinated that the man, the voice suggested he was, knew we were on the way. He was after all a seer so it was normal he did. What I wondered instead was why they always referred to us as a tribe. Since they know so much, they should have been more informed, that we are called a pack and not a tribe.

“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.

After seeing Luna nod, Arka finally felt a sense of relief. If Luna were an Indonesian native, she might have been a bit suspicious of the response given. This suspicion could be because Luna isn't originally from this area and therefore doesn't know the local customs. That's why she accepted the explanation without much thought. However, in this area, the chief of a tribe shouldn't leave their place of residence as they're responsible for protecting their people of the same clan and tribe. Although there might be instances where a tribal chief is allowed to leave, it's quite rare. Most of the time, they stay to safeguard the in

Yvonne did not like what Kilian had fed them. " The three of you belong to three different tribes. The tribes at Chemora have always been at war with each other. It's still a mystery how all of you ended in the same place all together.But i have my doubts when told to believe that it might be for a common cause. Kilian is Kiara's brother and I have no reason to doubt him but going back to retrieve the Heartstaff when there is this huge infiltration of Dark Mages sounds shady as f*ck! "

The question came out quieter than I intended. It was the one thing I had wanted to know for as long as I could remember. She hesitated. "The First Moon Tribe does not live together in one place. We haven't been able to for a very long time. Our people are constantly hunted, and staying in one location for too long puts everyone at risk." "Hunted? By who?" Meera glanced briefly at Grey. I followed her gaze. His expression had become unreadable. "Who is hunting you?" I pressed.

"Uhm, can I have your ticket?" Kane raised a brow, amusement flickering in his blue eyes. "Ticket?" he repeated, his voice deep, teasing. The redhead—Mona, according to her name tag—bit down on her plump lower lip, her gaze darting everywhere except at him. "Sorry, it's just... you look familiar." That made him chuckle. Oh, really? He tilted his head slightly, his gaze flickering to the large poster plastered beside her booth—a giant picture of himself, fists raised, the underground champion.

“The whole Earth is our temple and we are its caregivers. This is the way of our people and we truly believe. Our faith has been passed down from generation to generation and it means as much to us as it did a hundred years ago. It is as Cherokee as we are. I have also seen things and learned things that showed me that all of it is true.” “Shy, we have our own way of dealing with filth,” Breed said. “The MC way. But the tribe could lodge their arrow if they wanted to.” The men in the room all stared at him. “What?” Greer asked. “They could stake a claim in all this?” Crow nodded. “If they fire an arrow into this, it could get complicated.” Cowboy stared at Cro

He says vaguely as he cuts through different vegetables with ease. I think I know what he’s implying. “How come you’re alone? Don’t bears have…?” I stop because I don’t know what they call themselves or know much about them. The corner of his lip forms a mocking smirk. “Most bears are loners except when we have cubs, since we don’t have mate bonds. That’s more of a wolf thing. But for the few that tend to live together, we call it a tribe. They're not as common anymore, or at least not around here, so I can excuse your limited knowledge.” He explains and mocks at the same time. Bastard.