Tribesmen

Alex was one of the oldest players of a game which was declining recently. After emergence of various othe games which took less time of players although those games were completely different from what he was playing the still suffered a huge decline as that game required a lot of patience and mind and players do not have much time in todays fast world. His friends stopped playing it . But he was discouraged . He became one man army he made several accounts and crushed his opponents but one day his attacks were failing his tribe lost war all due to troops simple attacking mindset and lack of Tribesmen. While he was cursing the troops and his fate . He found himself in a forest which of very dense which reminded him of forest sorrounding his villages. After a screen came in his view which showed [ CHIEF ! YOUR VILLAGE IS BEING RAIDED BY GOBLIN CHIEF PROTECT YOUR VILLAGE ] .............. [CHIEF YOU HAVE BEEN INVITED FOR ROYAL BALL BY THE DEMON KING WOULD YOU LIKE TO ACCEPT THE INVITATION] JOIN ALEX ON HIS JOURNEY OF THE WORLD OF ' THE CLASH KINGS ' Yes inspired by the game the which once had ruled the hearts of old gamers this the story i have started.

Hello! Readers! Is your brain tired of all the plot twists? Is your soul tired from all the abuse of the characters having lovers and you don't? What a coincidence, me too! Treat this novel as a break from all those because to me it may as well be! Synopsis: Aria, a workaholic CEO of a top tech company, meets an untimely end after a legendary race between Car-kun and Truck-kun—unfortunately for her, Car-kun wins. But death isn’t the end! Aria wakes up reincarnated as an ogre… and with an unexpected surprise. Determined to live a fulfilling life this time, Aria embarks on a ridiculous, comedic, and lighthearted journey to survival. Join her as she navigates her new life, bonds with her fellow tribesmen, Romance with her heroines and evolve into something greater—a powerful Oni! A fun-filled story of second chances, survival, and self-discovery awaits! Author's Note: This is my first novel, and I’m learning as I write(mostly from yt though). I hope you enjoy this lighthearted tale as much as I enjoy creating it. Happy reading! Friendly reminder from Author: This is late romance. Although the love between mc and the heroines will be faster. And yeah this is more or less about Aria's shenanigans rather than full on serious story, nope. Don't expect seriousness here, especially first few chapters, I just basically made those for fun (≧∇≦)/ Started On: December 15, 2024 @All Rights Reserved

A world full of humanoid animals called Anisarians divided into 12 different habitat nations. Petty squabbles and past rivalries have erupted into all out World War between the nations, forcing all caught in the crossfire to choose a side. In the chaos are five interconnected stories of heroes and villains, mighty rulers, and humble refugees just trying to make it through the turbulent times they now find themselves unable to escape from. Only the strongest shall rule in an age of betrayal, conquest, and atrocities. But in a world turned monstrous. Some will not give in to what instinct demand's them to be in order to survive. Only time and blood will tell who will stand victorious, or rule over nothing but an empire of the fallen. Note: Some chapters may be unfinished. Still a work in progress as I figure out storylines, structure and motivations. Faction Guide: Allied powers: Ocean Monarchy, Forest Federation, Desert Republic, Northern Coalition. Axis powers: South Pole Empire, Deep Sea Confederation, Savannah Sovereignty, Swampland Horde. Neutral/Territory: Volcanic Isles, Jungle Nation, Tropical Tribesmen, Nocturnal Nomads. Mercenary factions: Army Ant Raiders. Fire Ant's. Visual Reference For look and Art style of each faction: https://www.pinterest.com/freedomforclone/_saved/ Character/allegiance/title/species Guide: OCEAN MONARCHY: Shena Veso. Lieutenant. Hybrid Shark. Fereen Vosento. Corporal. Flying Fish. Whelios Whelorum. Retired. Octopus. Dregadon Veso. Deceased. Great White. Nora Veso. Widow. Great White Neso: Private/gunner. Tiger Vesa: Private/medic. Queen angel fish. Kiros: Sgt. Sea turtle. Argus. Admiral. Sailfish. Koa. Prime Minister. Sea otter. SOUTH POLE EMPIRE: Veadora. Empress. Albatross. Ryana. Princess. Albatross. Aravos. Exiled Prince/Warden. Albatross. Garotan. Varangian Guard. Polar Bear. Nea. Servant. White Seal. JUNGLE NATION: Naru. Hunter. Orb Weaver Spider. Esiva. Seamstress. Orb Weaver Spider Nadia. Archer. Orb Weaver Spider. Naya. Weaver. Orb Weaver Spider. SAVANNA SOVEREIGNTY: Ryo Sen Serasi: Janissary. King Cobra. Chai'ra. Janissary Apprentice. Cheetah. Kenno. Commander. Crocodile. Darg. Sgt. Warthog. NORTHERN COALITION: Boreca. Queen. Snow Leopard. FACTION FLAGS/SYMBOLS South Pole Empire: White winged Diamond, light blue background. Ocean Monarchy: Three golden Scallop Shells. Sea blue background. Savanna Sovereignty: Golden scarab in center of golden sun, black background. Volcano Islanders: Five different flame's one atop the other representing four different clans. Red, orange, black, blue and white. Yellow background. Tropical tribesmen: Pink waterlily amidst light green background. Nocturnal Nomads: White crescent moon, white star at center. Black background. North Pole Coalition: White Snowflake amidst grey background. Forest Federation: Five light brown interwoven branches representing five different federation states united as one. Forest Green Background. Swampland Horde: Ring of tan teeth, representing ancestors of death to honor in life. Murky green background. Deep Sea Confederation. Conjoined purple lightning bolt striking downward like jellyfish tendrils. Solid black background to represent darkness of the depths. Jungle Nation: Light Green Hexagonal jade ore stone. Dark green background. Desert Republic: ? Garotan the great army of the fist. Iron grey fist set between black and dark green background. Kashan the outlaw prince army of the claw. Blood red claw marks amid bright green background. Army Ant Raiders: White Ant skull amid blood red tattered flag.

In a world where survival bows only to strength, the Totem Shuryo determines everything. Tatsu, an outcast mocked as “sheep boy” for his lineage, is thrust into the deadly trial where hunters claim their totems—symbols of power drawn from the monstrous zasshu that dominate the land. But Tatsu isn’t just another contender; he’s a boy with questions too dangerous to ask and a mind sharp enough to see the cracks in the world’s primal law. While the other tribesmen rely on brute force to survive, Tatsu sees opportunity in his supposed weakness. Yet, the deeper he ventures into the shadowed forests and its twisted beasts, the clearer it becomes: the Totem Shuryo isn’t just a test of strength—it’s a war for survival, a revelation of secrets, and a challenge to the unyielding rules of the jungle. With whispers of ancient gods and rival tribes looming on the horizon, Tatsu must carve his own path in a world where even the strong are devoured by the stronger. Will he rise to claim his throne, or will the wild consume him like so many before? The hunt has begun. The beast inside is stirring

The village was destroyed, arrested in the forest, the teenager's FInn was forced to participate in gladiatorial performances, carrying the hope of the rise of the race, facing the ferocious beasts, the pursuit of the temple and the betrayal of his fellow tribesmen, the road of a cold-blooded teenager to become a god, from this moment on ...

... The tribesmen call it the Silicon King. They don't understand much, but they think its an ancient God from before the Wars; before it all. The King shelters them from the Wastelands, letting them live deep inside its fortress of steel, surrounded by strange production lines and strange metal men that marched and toiled without end, and in return the tribesmen bring offerings of scrap electronics and corrupted PDAs...

In a wild and unforgiving world where sects and clans fight for survival in harsh and untamed lands, we follow the journey of Seth, a young man from the Misty Woods Tribe. His peaceful life is shattered when a powerful coalition invades his village and brutally massacres his people. Seth survives after being ordered to flee with other members of the tribe, consumed by an insatiable desire for revenge. Determined to seek justice for the lost lives of his tribe and the tarnished honor of his name, he embarks on an epic journey through treacherous and dangerous lands. Accompanied by his fellow tribesmen and unwavering determination, Seth faces many odds to achieve his goals. He traverses scorching deserts, dense forests inhabited by monstrous creatures, and corrupt cities where the law of the jungle prevails. Along the way, his party is whittled down to just five fearless individuals. Together, they form a family of survivors determined to challenge the tyranny behind their deepest nightmares. As the journey unfolds, Seth faces not only mortal enemies but also moral dilemmas and the ghosts of the past. *** Add the novel to the library and vote for it for more chapters. You can leave your opinion, and thank you for your attention. *** Notice: This is a fantasy story and, as such, is not related to any fact of reality. Disclaimer: I don't own the cover; if its original creator wants me to take down or put credit, leave a message in any chapter, and I'll do it as soon as possible. https://discord.gg/4437dvvk9x

Zok was the youngest son of the Chieftain of the Zukira tribe. But that was all he had going for him. To everyone else, he was known as the tribal deadbeat. Unlike his father and elder brother, he had no talents whatsoever and spent most of his days sleeping and eating. In a tribe full of great warriors, his existence was frowned upon. No one wanted to associate themselves with him. Until one day a mysterious cave appeared in the Zukira territory. The sudden appearance of such a cave wasn't a surprise as it was a common occurrence. These caves often had weird markings on them according to which the tribesmen classified them into different difficulties. This particular cave, however, was peculiar because it didn't have any markings on it. Thus the tribesmen decided to send in Zok along with a couple of others to go and investigate the cave. Zok was reluctant to do so but was forced by his family and under their pressure, he had to go in. The trio went inside the cave which turned out to be empty. There were no monsters inside, which was peculiar. The only thing inside was a pond filled with acid. Zok went to check the pond out but a moment later, he was pushed inside it. No one knew that the ones accompanying Zok were the ones who would try to kill him. However, instead of dying inside the pool of acid, Zok obtained a newfound power. A power that would forever change his destiny. Follow him on his journey for revenge, in the epic story: The Rise of a Tribal Deadbeat. *** Cover by: Joelin Tan

Throughout Blaze's entire life, she gave everything she had to become a strong and proud dragon-slayer, earning herself the nickname of 'Ember Tribe's Lioness'. Dragon-slayers are brave heroes of their respective tribes, mighty warriors called to fight in the age where draconic beasts of all sizes and power roamed the world. It's their job to travel and explore, discover more of the unprecedented, and most importantly, protect their people. But what would you do if one of these mysterious dragons that you hunt and slay destroys the tribe you represent in return? And the mysterious dragon was, in reality, the man you secretly liked? After she learned of the Ember Tribe's bloody demise, Blaze Estereon vowed the slay the people responsible for her tribesmen's deaths with her own hands, to get to the bottom of this dark plot and bring the truth to light. Join us and follow Blaze Estereon's journey to become a Dragon Monarch into the draconic world, where the truth awaits its moment to be unearthed. --- WPC 173: Female-lead - He's a Dragon Silver Prize Winner! "Silver Prize. Strong Writing, strong female-lead, unique take on the dragon theme!" -Referrer: limqianyu_editor This is an original novel and not a translation. This novel belongs only to W E B N O V E L . C O M Genres include: System, Game-Elements, Fantasy, Cultivation, Martial Arts, Romance, Erotica, Adventure, Action, Dragons, and Worldbuilding. Grammatical errors are kept to a very minimal as chapters are proofread and edited to the authors’ best capabilities as a native English speaker. Disclaimer: The cover isn't my artwork. All credit goes to the owner.

Victor, a physics grad, was walking down the street when truck-kun transmigrated him to a primitive world of magic. Transmigrated as the tribe chief, he has to awaken a powerful element to protect his new family, take on the role of the tribe chief, and take revenge for his father's death. All while hoarding beauties and stealing other tribesmen's wives.

A young smithing fanatic died while crafting an old sword because of an accident. But he didn't go to Hell or Heaven. When he opened his eyes again, he became 8 years old in a primordial tribe. There is cultivation, Qi, monsters, stone carving, and smithing, and most importantly; there are nude girls everywhere!!! 1 chapter/day + mass release whenever I saved enough chapters. *My main language not English and I am using grammary to find my mistakes, when you see a mistake, if you can leave a comment it will be great. *I found the cover photo on net, owner of the photo can reach to me if wants me to not use, if permitted thanks for it *I don't like to stop on cliffhangers so there maybe a day or two without chapters and 4-5 maybe more chapters will be available in the same time *I got the inspiration of this novel from a novel that I forgot it's name (mc got transported to primordial world and became a burning horn tribesmen or something like that) *Tags: Cultivation, Harem, Polygamy, Transmigration, Another wolrd, System, Monsters, R-18... maybe more (I can'be forgot to write here or didn't remember at all)

A 16-year-old loser reincarnated into a cultivation world I know it sounds cliche but he doesn't get reborn as some young master or prince instead he is reborn in an isolated tribe located in a small chain of islands that have never even heard of cultivation. The tribespeople lived alone and isolated from the rest of mankind so they evolved to survive in a dangerous environment full of poisonous animals and man-eating monsters. They aren't too different from humans still the same race but they are more like a subrace of humans. Watch as our protagonist will try not to get killed by monsters or eaten by his fellow cannibalistic tribesmen while trying to adapt to the strange and deadly new world.

Nova scrambled backwards, panting hard, her short locks clinging to her damp forehead as she watched this predator stalk towards her. The vibrant and lively forest hushed, almost holding its breath to watch the scene unfold. Great, she had an audience for what would surely be a gruesome death. Death looked... a little... rugged and in nothing but a loin cloth, defined by slabs of muscle, a trail of hair leading down to such a small piece of cloth to hide a large- A spine-chilling growl snapped her gaze back up to meet his golden-red eyes, fiery, and intense, glaring at Nova as he slammed his hands either side of her head. Pieces of bark crumbled down from the impact. "I told you not to run..." He threatened, his eyes piercing hers, his voice more guttural than she'd heard from any male. His eyes clenched shut as his body trembled. "My instinct is to always stalk, always chase... until I get what I want.." Their faces were inches apart. She could feel his hot breath fanning her face. The forest was humid and hot, and his body was so close to hers that it was almost unbearable. The gruff voice, those words and the intensity of those eyes that reminded her of sunsets caused goosebumps to flourish across her arms. "What do you want?" Nova swallowed, not recognising her voice. She was so out of her depth. His chest rumbled, and more bark crumbled down from behind her head. "You..." Her breath hitched. "To. Do. As. You're. Told." - Paradise was what Nova Winslow was promised when her boyfriend whisked her away to Isla De Tayun, the perfect getaway for their busy lives. It was untouched, pristine, a hidden gem. But it had remained that way for a reason. The island doesn’t want visitors. And neither do the natives. What should have been a romantic retreat, drinking from coconuts and lounging on white-sandy beaches together, turns into a holiday from hell. Mid-argument with her soon-to-be ex, Nova stumbles into a lake. When she resurfaces, her boyfriend, the path she came from, and the resort have vanished. Alone, stranded, and with little survival skills, Nova has only a wet phone with no signal, a pair of heels, and an irrational fear of bats—which are everywhere. She is out of her depth when she falls into a mystical world of beasts. Hunted by tribesmen, stalked by beasts that shouldn't exist, and hearing animals speak, she has no choice but to trust the wild beast the forest itself fears—Yoa, a wanted man. Together, they flee the tribes pursuing them all while battling her growing attraction to Yoa. Can she survive the wild and make it back to her civilised life? Or will she lose herself to the untamed world—and to the man who belongs to it? #Beast #Ssssteamy #Adventure #Mythical #R18 -- THERE WILL BE MATURE CONTENT!! -- If you are enjoying the story, please vote with a power stone, leave comments and review! -- Cover Image: In the middle of getting one commissioned. My Instagram: @kelly_starrz My new discord server: https://discord.gg/MHMdRRqUYa

“Khylon Galdiun!” The leader harshly bangs his staff down on the floor like the prop was a gavel. He did not appreciate the theatrics. “Not only have you lied about your identity, but you have even tried to steal one of our sacred relics!” … excuse me? What ‘sacred relic’ rubbish was this?? Khylon carefully kept his face blank. In the face of his disbelief, however, the leader howled, “Acting like a fool will not lighten your sentencing!” And then the older man angrily waved the tip of his staff towards one of the smaller crowds. “Young Fang, step forward!!” The man from Ancient Earth takes one large step, driving himself out of the quickly-growing crowd, and politely calls, “Yes, Leader?” Simear, the current Head of the Amatahri, points his righteous stick straight at the kneeling Khylon. “Did this man attempt to steal your.. mecha?” The moment this particular inquiry leaves his wrinkly lips, Khylon’s eyebrows shoot up to his hairline. Stealing—a mecha..? Wasn’t he just taking back what was originally his?? Khylon can’t help but scrunch his nose and stare at Fang Xiao rather weirdly. Hey. This guy was the real robber, right.. Fang Xiao sighs, put upon. “Yes,” he ends up admitting, much to the shock of the crowd if the loud gasps and surprised shouts were anything to go by. “Silence!” Simear demands, and when the sound eventually dampens to a suitable volume, he continues to bellow; “Khylon! For your despicable plot against one of your weaker tribesmen, you are hereby banished from the Great Rerawlen forest!” “Leader, wait—!” “This can’t be true!?” “No way!!” Of course, there’s many who verbally protest, but in the end no one actually steps forward to stop the guards as they drag him away. Khylon doesn’t put up a fight. It was no use and, to be honest, he could probably just escape from the ‘jail cell’ anyway. But still. Despondently, he can’t help but wonder— —just how did he end up like this..? _______________________________________ In the entirety of the explored galaxies, the name ‘Khylon Galdiun’ was, and still is, probably the one most well-known. His whole career was laid out in the Public Imperial gallery for all to see and admire. It was actually more impressive for someone to not have heard of him. Firstly, he belonged to an infamous clan primarily known for their Spatial-orientated Evolutionary Skillset(EVOS) where most—if not all—members from that large “family” tended to enter under the military branch of the Galactic Union. Khylon also wasn’t any different from his kin in this regard, and before he was even 30yrs old, he had already become a highly decorated General with the freedom to do as he pleased. After that, life was great. .. but in the end all it took was one wrong mission for it to all come crashing down. Now stuck on a backwaters and painfully primitive planet after falling through an unknown wormhole; it takes all aspects of Khylon’s training—and barely-there prodigal skill—just to stay alive. ___ #strongtoweak #tribes #uknownpower #lying #revenge #pettymc

1805 - Lagos, West Africa. Her throes of labor echo through the village in the early morning. She is all alone, without a husband, without family. Her cries kept her kinmen awake, her voice an unnatural eerie wail that made dogs and cattle panic and break their binds as if they were being attacked by a predator. The tribesmen gave chase, but what they found instead of their animals was far more sinister. A party of white men, fresh off the boat from America armed with guns, full of greed and hatred. There was nothing the men could do, and so they and soon their village was overrun. Each hut raized, each and every man, woman, child chained and taken. Blood was spilled, those who tried to fight were murdered on the spot. Those who fought were beaten into submission, no one was spared... They pillaged, destroyed, and raped. taking what they wanted without care, or empathy to the people they saw as mere tools. Less than even an animal. They heard those wails, and for a moment felt a fear as they've never felt. However they had their job, and money made them blind. It didn't take long before they found the cause, a young woman, barely in her 20s holding a tiny newborn. This is what they had been looking for, but as they approached the woman with their guns and their chains it soon became obvious she wouldn't be as easy as the others. Their eyes met with deep liquid amethyst ones, vicious fangs inches long. She wasn't human. With supernatural strength the woman fought, clawed, ripped, and tore at those slavers, killing many but even then she was weak, the child bearing had left her weak and helpless with their overwhelming mass of flintlock rifles and heavy chains. They beat the creature down, bodies of their fellows draped over the dirt floor like an abstract painting of gruesome murder. But even then the woman clutched her child close to her breast, the newborn wailing tears of blood just like it's mother. She died there, filled with lead balls, bones broken, too weak to even stop as a burly man tore the child away from the mother. Her eyes seemingly melting back into a honey-colored brown before her body began deconstructing into pale ash. The man lifted the child, and grinned. "It's a boy, sweet mother, aren't you proud..." with their prize held greedily in their hands they butchered the rest of the men and women, and began their long journey back to their home, to rest of where this story lies...