Tribe Novels & Stories

Except for Velda, who trembled and pleaded tearfully, "Solanke, we have a treaty! We're in a peace period. You can't hurt me! Let me go, and we can renegotiate the border agreement." "Velda!" Brock, being dragged out, roared in anger. "You shameless coward! You're unworthy of being a Gamma." Solanke glanced at Brock indifferently. "We Western Tribes keep our word. The border is settled; no need for changes." The Western Tribes had already suffered greatly and wouldn't risk their reputation by attacking the Bloodscar Border again. As Brock was dragged away, his look of contempt told Velda he'd likely never return. He shouted, "Yo

And loyalty's the only currency I give a fuck about anymore. Lately, I've been picking fights with smaller clubs just to bleed off some of this pressure in my chest. Mainly the Skid Marks. Yeah. That's their actual fucking name. And they're starting to swarm—sniffing around our compound like a bunch of rabid possums with daddy issues. I haven't met their president yet. But I've met his little bitches. They've fucked around and found out. Every damn time. At the front gate, the same two usual big Reaper motherfuckers are standing guard.

A werewolf loyalty always lie with their alpha, their mother nature and their tribe. Time passed and the council room filled with many people they all bowed together and sat on their respected seats after submitting their reports, we talked about various things that would bore anyone out of their mind but this had to be done sooner or later. We were about to wrap things up when suddenly a messanger opened the door and asked for my forgiveness fir distrubing and gave a paper to his clan representative. The beta opened the paper as quickly as possible and read it. "The Gibbous tribe is again trying to break the treaty by changing

"The Tiger tribe will come to visit us in around two months. Maybe we should ask them for help? If the Phoenix tribe plans to attack us, they won't do it alone." "You suspect the Turtle tribe, eh?" The Great Shaman fell silent in his thoughts. The Turtle tribe was indissolubly connected with the Phoenix tribe, as it exclusively consisted of only men. For the reproduction of the new generation, the member of the two tribes would often have intimate relations with each other. When a woman conceived a chil

I ask "I don't know for now there are maybe from the king, or maybe from the tribe of the fire… they are called Blaze tribe. They are based here in the human world. Now try to remember the map that you saw at my back because from here I couldn't feel any of the power of the witch that we were looking for. I know that the tribe would protect the witch." "why would they hide the witch if it would help to save us all," I ask because I don't get it.

Maruk and the tribal members were gloomy and sombre in the hall when the door opened and a smaller beastmen entered. "Tribe Leader Maruk." A little voice spoke up. They may not have heard it if it hadn't been for the cyclops' excellent hearing. The beastmen belonged to the Fox tribe. "If you grant this humble servant the opportunity to speak." Maruk's brow wrinkled. It was his first time meeting the fox beastmen. The Fox tribe was regarded as one of the lesser tribes in the Beast kingdom. The only thing they had going for them was that they were smarter than most be

She said the word filthy as if it stinks her mouth. "No, I do not. And why are you here in the edge of the wood?" She answered fiercely wondering what she is doing there when it is not common for a wolf to go there. "None of your business." She answered while stammering, then run away. "What a joke." Liza said. She doesn't hate her, she's just weird. This tribe is full of mix race wolves from different parts of the world. They have had this alliance before with other wolves.

and anger flared in her chest. "Yes Mama, you're right. They do this of their own accord, and they must be stopped. And I will do all that I can to stop them. Or I'll die trying." °°°° "Men and women of Kingdom Brone, we are gathered here to face the terror that is upon us. None of you who will fight today were forced to come here, you all rose and did so on your own. For love, for hope, in courage, and I honour this. I am grateful for this-"

He asked gently. “The Green Glades sir, we are only a small Clan.” She looked up at him with her big doe eyes. *Bear* He said through the link. Shit. Bears call their packs Clans or Tribes. I shook my head at Travis, pressing my lips together tightly. He cocked his head and narrowed his light brown eyes at me. *No matter the race Lamia, you said it. We should at least check it out, for her sake* he said through the mind link while his head dipped, gesturing to the tiny girl in my arms.

The men are bare chested, chalk markings on their biceps and forehead. I stick close to Anna and Mariam in the crowd, anxiously waiting for the competition to begin. The park is divided into three tribes. The Kitonians, they are the largest tribe in the kingdom, consisting of betas but mostly omegas. The Dradonians, they are the smallest of the three tribes and are magically powerful. The last but not the least are the ruling tribe, the Gomorians… I am of the Kitonia tribe. “Sis, I don’t think you should be here.” Cassie whispers from