Tribe Stories

This is a slow burning, sensual romance story that explores how desire, understanding and surrender can arise from the friction of opposing worlds and tangled emotions.

Escape Series #2 Ochre Sternshine is a physical class type from the Gunner Tribe. Thus, she can use marksmanship as her ability, though skilled by the use of bow and arrow. Everyday, she helps her tribesmen catch bolts, while every night, she keeps company with her friend, Alabaster. One midday, Ochre goes back to Agrojan, unaware about the sudden death of the grandmaster--the head of their tribe. Accused of murder, now that she only had herself, the only way to escape... is to run. Date Started: February 11, 2022

Weekly updates. I originally posted the first chapter of this years ago, then never wrote anything else, but the story never left my brain. Then I decided that I wanted to finish it, but only if I could provide consistent updates. Now here we are! What happens when the lost princess of the southern water tribe is found by the banished fire nation prince? Siyoh is Sokka's twin sister, though the two of them grew up very differently. As a child, Siyoh fell gravely ill with what the healers called spotted worm disease-a name that frightened the other children, even though it wasn't a worm at all, but a slow-moving fungal infection. It spread quietly through the body, weakening muscles and dulling the nerves until even simple movement became exhausting. Most children who caught it didn't live long. Siyoh wasn't expected to survive. Desperate, their parents turned to the spirits. Night after night, they prayed by the water, their voices carried across the ice. Whether it was chance, mercy, or something deeper, the ocean spirit answered. It did not cure Siyoh. Instead, it shared with her-lending a fraction of its life force, just enough to hold the disease at bay. The sickness never left her, but it stopped its relentless advance. She lived-but not unchanged. The right side of her body bears the marks of it. Her right eye is blind, clouded and unseeing, and pale scarring traces across her skin, something she keeps carefully hidden beneath wrappings or shadow. The weakness never fully faded either; it lingers in subtle ways, a reminder that the illness is only sleeping. But Siyoh adapted. Where others might have broken, she sharpened herself instead. She became a skilled fighter, favoring archery-distance, precision, control. She learned to compensate for her lack of depth perception, to read movement and wind, to trust instinct where sight failed her. If the ocean spirit gave her life, Siyoh made it her own.

The mountains remembered. They remembered every oath sworn beneath their shadows. Every funeral prayer whispered into the wind. Every mother who stood at her doorway waiting for footsteps that never returned. And every drop of blood that had soaked into the earth between two tribes who no longer remembered why they hated each other. The feud had begun long before Sikander Waliullah Khan was born. Long before Mahur Shahabudin Khan learned to walk. Long before their fathers inherited the burden from the men who came before them. It had survived generations. It had outlived reason. The people called it honor. The mountains called it repetition. One grave became two. Two became ten. Ten became so many that no one could remember which death had demanded the first revenge. Only that revenge was always demanded. On one side of the border stood the Khans. On the other stood the men who had sworn never to bow before them. Between them lay orchards, fields, and graves. Too many graves. For decades, sons inherited wars they never started. Fathers buried boys they had once carried on their shoulders. And mothers learned to pray with fear hidden beneath every word. Then, one day, fate grew tired of following old rules. A son who hated blood met a daughter who questioned war. A boy raised on loss met a girl raised on inherited hatred. Neither understood it then. Neither knew that a single meeting beneath an apple tree would shake promises older than both their families. Because sometimes, the most dangerous thing in a land built on revenge is not a gun. It is hope. And hope had just crossed the border.

EDITING *This is the third book of the "Daughter of the Moon" series, so read the first two books - "Water" and "Earth" - if you haven't already* Elara had danced with death before, but never like this. She had experienced pain before, but she could have never imagined this. Elara had thought she had known darkness, but she learns that she had only scratched the surface. Will she be able to escape the chains that cut her wrists or the chords that bind her mind? Will Zuko pull through and rescue her, or will she have to place her trust and friendship in others? Will Elara live long enough to see the end of the infamous 100 year war, or will she find herself reunited with a long-forgotten people? In the heart-wrenching conclusion to this masterful trilogy, the only way to know is to read it for yourself. *Trigger Warning: this book will discuss traumatic events as well as the effects of those experiences and may not be suitable for all readers.* The characters and events of this story are based on the brilliant workings of Bryan Konietzko and Michael Dante DiMartino. Therefore, I do not own the characters and events used other than Elara, her adventure, and other OC's.

*This is the SECOND book of the "Daughter of the Moon" series, so go read "Book One: Water" if you haven't already* Elara finds herself on the run with Prince Zuko and General Iroh as they scramble out of the clutches of both the Fire Nation and the rest of the world, adopting a new identity to hide their tracks. As she lives her life on the run, she can't help but feel herself growing closer to Zuko; closer in a way that she never thought possible. Perhaps she could settle down and live a simple life away from the war. Perhaps she could turn away from her duties as the Little Moon, and perhaps she could force herself forget about her little band of heroes so that she could live the normal life she deserves. Only the spirits know that life never goes the way one plans... Zuko X OC The characters and events of this story are based on the brilliant workings of Bryan Konietzko and Michael Dante DiMartino. Therefore, I do not own the characters and events used other than Elara and her adventure.

𝘊𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘢 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘵. 𝘋𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦. She wears a face that turns hearts into puppets, hiding behind a moonstone charm and silence to survive a world that never truly sees her. Born under the shadow of a spirit's curse, Amira carries a face that bends attention itself, turning admiration into obsession, and affection into something far more dangerous. People don't see a girl. They see something they want, something they chase, something they cannot ignore. And because of that, she learns early that being seen is not the same as being understood. When the Avatar's journey crosses her path, everything begins to shift. Aang carries the weight of balance, nations, and bending itself-but Amira carries something quieter. Aang must master the elements to restore balance to a world burning under war. Amira must learn what it means to exist in a world that has never once looked at her without wanting something in return. As their journey unfolds through war-torn lands, bending battles, and spirit-bound secrets buried deeper than history dares to remember, Amira begins to discover something unfamiliar, a place where she is not just desired, but chosen. And even a cursed girl who believes she was never meant to belong might be the one to change everything.

It been two weeks since the events of Nigel and Mr. Dakota Barnes attacking the Amazon, Blu and his family including Stevon is living a peaceful life in the Amazon. A mysterious figure kidnaps Eduardo and injures him. Blu, his family, and his friends must track Eduardo's attacker. Sequel to Rio: The Amazon Adventure.

The main character is transported in the stone age fantasy, he met a beast girl and she took me as mate and also beast girl has a tribe but is only female then the main character helps them to learn how to survive and build (And also WARNING. There is a sexy girl picture and this is adult)

𝙞 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙙𝙞𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙙𝙖𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙚𝙧 ᴀ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ɪɴ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴀᴍᴀʏᴀ ᴜʟᴇʏ ɪꜱ ꜰᴏʀᴄᴇᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪᴠᴇꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ꜱʜᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰɪɴᴅꜱ ʜᴏᴍᴇ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ꜱʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴍᴇᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴇꜱᴘɪꜱᴇ. slight embry call x oc slight demetri volturi x oc

A tribe of cats, driven by nature and guided by their ancestors, has thrived along the seashore for generations. With a structured way of life and a leader devoted to Tribe Hyunaka, their world has always followed the rhythm of the tides. But peace is as fragile as an hourglass-and it does not last. When tragedy strikes and a devastating loss shakes the tribe, the night sky itself begins to change. Where stars once watched over them, only darkness remains. The Star Eyes have closed. Believing their ancestors have turned against them, the tribe must uncover the truth before their way of life is washed away by fear and doubt. Everyone believes in something. But what if your belief is wrong?

𝘏𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭 𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵. 𝘚𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘸𝘰. 𝘈𝘴 𝘪𝘧 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘳 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦, 𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘰𝘳 𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘮𝘦, 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘳. 𝘐 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘥𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘮𝘦. 𝘐 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦. 𝘐 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘥𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘺 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦. When survival demands sacrifice, how far will one leader go to save his people? In the heart of an ancient land, the Velenor Tribe faces a time of challenge. Ruy, their wise leader, and his strong wife, Lada, stand together with their three sons and a daughter, each on their own journey. When the tribe's healer warns of an approaching danger, Ruy must make a heartbreaking choice: split the tribe to ensure its survival. But an unexpected accident involving a mysterious outlander woman complicates things further. Love, loyalty, and a deep bond with the forest and its mystical creatures collide in this epic tale. Will the tribe stay united, or will fate tear them apart?

The Amazons were once the most feared civilization in the Anatolian wilderness... stories spread of the fierce rage they all shared, the bizarre rituals, and the vast resources they protected along the coastline of the Black Sea and hidden in the snow-capped maws of the Caucasus mountains. King Midas seeks to expand his empire of Phrygia, his greed knows no bounds. His generals tell of whispers and rumors of gold, jewels and powerful magic hidden in the north. Two Tribes. One nearly destroyed, the other prepares for war. They know of the savagery of men and are eager to see blood returned. The Chadesians prepare their poison spears as the omens are dark, but the tales of fire keep their hope alive. Adrasteia, last of the Lycastians, knows of this. She has seen the fire herself. Now she hides in the forest with her daughter, who may be their savior or destruction.

[STATUS:- ON GOING] [GENRE:- FANTASY, ACTION, ADVENTURE, SPECULATIVE FICTION, YOUNG ADULT] _____________________✦____________________ After saving the Spellcaster Town from destruction, Kamoor, Azeal, and Sierra set out to return....only to be ambushed by something far more terrifying than anything they've faced before. An unseen, unfelt, and ruthless creature begins its hunt. But the danger doesn't end there. Drawn into a conflict not their own, they find themselves entangled with Spirit Users---a people bound by secrets, power, and their own hidden motives. And as the truth begins to unfold, one thing becomes clear..... this is no ordinary threat. To stop the creature, they must uncover and face the evil behind it... before it's too late.

The fences. They separate completely different worlds, yet no one know where they come from. Inside live modern societies of people, known by their numbers until they are named. On the outside, tribes living independently, surviving on nature. Both are oblivious to the other and both are about to change completely.

My version of The Sparticle Mystery. So me and my Older Sisters Tribe The Mystery Tribe is going on our own version of The Sparticle Mystery.

Mwamba is the son of the chief in his village. He is intended to marry so that he can take over the chiefdom, but a kidnapping of his future bride interrupts his plan. Mwamba soon embarks on a journey to save her.

This tale follows the life of a young man raised by a clan of sea people, taught to hunt and freedive from birth

Eve. A worrier. Only a stable girl. It depends who you ask. Or maybe you shouldn't ask at all. Because if you do...