Tribes Novels & Stories

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.

Jacquard and his twin brother, Jack, with their mother, left Carea Town in the Western region and embark on the long journey to the Eastern region just to escape the inter-tribal war that broke out between the Zuluh tribe, the largest tribe in the region, with millions of members and Nguni tribes with just thousands of members. The dispute which began with two families over land ownership some months ago had gradually grown into a bloodshed dispute. Hmm..! War is not something pleasant and something to pray for. It turned out to involve the most populous tribes during that period. Killing and vandalization of properties worth a

The rhythmic journey of the train to the southern realm of the land had stretched on for nearly a day and a half by then. Days of preparation had led to this point—a journey that would span several days itself: our migration to the fabled city of Tribus. Guided by the hands of my parents and my brother Avi, we had painstakingly readied ourselves for what lay ahead—a relocation into the heart of Tribus, a place revered and sought after. Our passage through the bureaucratic labyrinth had been lengthy, but the blessing of three powerful clans finally shone upon us. Leviste, Aragon, and Santi—the trio that held dominion—had sanctioned our ascent to the grandeur of Tribus.

It starts with their healthy land, their prosperous agriculture, and their peaceful community. The previous alpha choose to be an independent pack despite of countless of threat they're getting upon being a kingdomless pack. However, despite knowing that, the Shadow pack continued being independent, not accepting any offer to be consolidated from any kingdoms. In exchange of them not making any trouble at their pack, the alpha decided to lent a hand for them. Sometimes, they do agree in trading.

“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.

Theo was just still a child who was worried about his parents while pretending he was strong. Uncle Mitch and Aunt Gabi's sons, Daryl and Carl joined us as we crossed the meadow and moved to the large training ground. Carl had a twin, Louis; they were Uncle Carter and Aunt Lizzy's precious sons. We reached the training ground. The smell of sweat lingered around. Warriors from different supernatural kinds sparring with each other. The Crescent Pack had an Elite team composed of several warriors from different kinds and races. That was the best part about the Crescent Moon Pack, it welcomed all supernatural beings irrespective of their kind or race. We had werefoxes, black panthers, weretigers

Many of the nearby tribes had received the letter of the Banshee tribe asking the other tribes to come and unitedly fight the monsters. Every tribe that received the letter decided to send their warriors to take part in the war as they know that if they didn't help, and the Banshee tribe survive, the Banshee tribe will forever remember them and might even take their revenge. And even if the Banshee tribe is wiped out and the monsters win, even the best outcome for their tribe would be nothing more than to be the slaves of the Monsters. So everyone decided to fight the monsters with the Banshee tribe.

Gaby revealed. The Tribes is the name of the organisation Noel had made for vampires only and it has to do with killing of those that fails to reach their ends of agreement. Most people involved are bad people as Noel or any other person will out it. "Then let them blame the Tribes. Send a warning to Carter and let him know that I won't waste any time to kill him." He instructed. "Tell him to watch his back." He added as they walked back into the main house.

Matthew gasped as he tried to struggled free, but it only made it worse. "Matthew Leverton will you stop that? What do I look like, a rope-testing dummy?" Alexander groaned grumpily. "Sorry..." Matthew said as he looked at June, "you okay?" "Yeah," June nodded weakly, "where are we?" She looked around as the tribe stood motionless around them. Matthew noticed something about these men. Every man in the tribe was wearing animal skin, some parts of their body were tattooed, including their faces. Some of the tattoos, Matthew observed, weren't tattoos as all; they were scars, scars from the past battles they had fought in, scars that were a sign of their combat, scars to show their victory and

The places were limited for people who wanted to enter Sage Battlefield. According to the previous practices, every time Sage Battlefield opened, the top Human Tribe and Demon Tribe forces in Northern Region would reach an agreement, respectively allocating places for their people to enter the battlefield. Since Human Tribes were weaker on the whole, in the allocation process, they would receive a lot fewer places on the battlefield. It was rumored that this time, Human Tribes got 3,000 places while Demon Tribes earned 7,000...