Tribe Of Rushing Water Novels & Stories

There was a tale passed through generations, reaching the 21st Century, about a group of werewolves’ special mutation that brings out dormant abilities from a family’s genetic line. They were said to be marked and blessed by the moon goddess for they were the first of her followers. They were given the title of Legacy Wolves, keeping up their tradition and passing on their special traits through their children.

The power from Sung surged through me, my consciousness connected to Sung. I felt and heard all things throughout the land. All the trees felt alive. I felt their consciousness brush up against mine, wanting to let me in on their secrets. Brightly shining lights flashed across my mind showing glimpses of the past. Showing things I have never seen. I knew these were the memories of the trees. I reached out with my mind in search of the oldest tree in Sung; I needed to know what it knew. My mind searched through hundreds of trees with thousands of years worth of history until I saw the history of how my tribe came to be. I sat and watched the history of my people unfold. The wars fought and ba

I said, getting her up and moving her toward the house. The sudden strong scent of burning wood hit my nose and Huck growled, knowing what that meant. Rogues. They couldn’t get past the witches’ spell borders so they were lighting the woods on fire. I just knew it in my gut. These dumb fucks probably think they’ll just light the place up and the females will come running out, scared. They’d tried that a few times at Long Tooth. Damn morons!! *We need witches to make some rain ASAP,* I mind-linked to all warriors. That was certainly a luxury my old pack never had available.

After hours of driving, We finally arrived at our mother's tribal grounds, the tires crunching on the gravel road as we pulled up to the vibrant community. As we stepped out of the car, the clan's drums began to beat, the rhythmic pulse echoing through the valley. Lucas, bursting with excitement, jumped out of the car, his eyes wide with wonder. The clan's children swarmed around him, laughing and playing, as the adults greeted me with gentle hands on my shoulders and soft words of blessing. I was enveloped in a warm embrace by our clan, their open arms and beaming smiles welcoming us home. The air was electric with excitement as they gathered around, their traditional regalia a kaleidoscope

Sashi's eyes widened in disbelief, the image of a secretive tribe lurking in the shadows of the wilderness painting a chilling picture in her mind. Rudra continued, his voice carrying the weight of a grim truth. "Legend has it that a person once ventured deep into the forest in search of rare medicinal herbs. Instead, they stumbled upon this tribe, living in seclusion and secrecy to protect their deadly creation." Sashi's mind raced with questions. "But why would they create such a poison? And why keep their existence hidden?"

We can evade him. The river sings to me as we approach it, so near it almost changes the rhythm of my heart. More howls pierce the night. Two left, one right. I loop one arm around Finn’s neck and throw the other out toward the river. Water splashes like sprinting footsteps between the two groups. The howls coagulate there. I wish I had the strength to reorient the current; though the Tansy River is only a tributary of the thundering Grayhead River Mother declared the border between the kingdoms, we have lost more than a few lives to its power. It’s all I can do to quiet Finn’s first plunge into the rapids.

“Why can Ava see ghosts?” Movement was made and Sammy’s voice calling out, “S... P... I... R... I ... T... W... A... L... K... E... R...” Ida gasped, “Spirit walker. But I had thought only the Native Americans can do that?” June’s voice sounded small, “My mother’s mother was Cherokee.” Ida growled, “Didn’t your grandmother say anything?” “No.” Ava heard her mother sound lost and confused. “She wouldn’t tell anyone anything about her life.”

he asked Duke, not minding my presence. "Yes, babe, she's my steward," Duke responded dryly. If I am not mistaken, she is Marie, the second daughter of the Menejez tribe; they lived near the Criose territory, the most hard-headed tribe; they were called the black sheep tribe. They don't follow the rules; they are killed once every hundred years via poisoning or hunting. They were the main reason why we wolves were almost exposed, and now, humans do believe we exist and continually hunt us. Either to kill or to attract people for money.

I asked, feeling a pit opening up in my stomach. “None,” Alexi said, looking somber. “At least none that anyone has encountered. Whoever this is is ruthless. Daryl suddenly hung up looking frustrated. “Nothing on Flowing Waters,” he said. “Apparently they’re very reclusive. They sit on this fork between rivers and don’t really interact with the packs across the water except for summer festivals and things. The land border is with human settlements, so careful and coordinated rogues could get in and out unnoticed.” Troi’s phone rang and they hurriedly checked it, looking a little disappointed at the caller. They showed me the screen, Alpha Gerald. “I’ll text Tyko to call me,” Sarah whispered

In the end, Thomas asked the last question. “Do you know the names of the two tribes?” Phoebe burst out laughing. “Nobody has known their names for a long time. Now, one’s called Divine Water Tribe while the other’s called Sacred Fire Tribe.” Thomas also chuckled. “These names are easy to remember.” While they spoke, their car reached a T-junction, and Pisces stopped the vehicle. “Where should we go?” Phoebe said, “The left is the road to the Divine Water Tribe, and the right is the road to the Sacred Fire Tribe. It’s up to you to choose either the left or right side.”