Bagheera Novels & Stories

Ronan didn’t hesitate. His body cracked and bent, the shift overtaking him in one fluid, violent motion. His skin split open like a second birth, revealing the beast beneath—taller than any normal wolf, monstrous and terrifying with fur black as midnight, hooked claws, demon horns, and glowing eyes that promised death. His roar shattered the forest. The first rogue sprinted straight at him, thinking brute force would be enough. It wasn’t. Ronan met him mid-leap, caught his skull between his jaws, and crushed it like an overripe melon. Blood sprayed across the snow in a thick arc as he tossed the corpse aside with a flick of his neck.

He looks like he’s trying to breathe through his mouth and not his nose, leaving me to assume he finds the scent off-putting, too. Tasha nods. “It’s not exactly the same, but it’s similar enough that whatever they’re from are definitely the same species if not the same…things.” She says “things” in a tone that projects both disgust and bewilderment. “Alpha!” I hear Channing call as he approaches with Blake and Serafina. It takes just a moment before I realize he’s carrying a human over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry. “Who do you have there, Channing?” I ask, feeling my mouth go dry and the sensation of my stomach dropping, fearing the answer.

I would have if the earth hadn’t cracked beneath my boots. A sound like a cannon tore through the battlefield, and the ground split wide enough to swallow wolves whole. I leapt back just as another shape surged from the chasm: a colossal wolf, twice my size, fur the color of wet coal, fangs dripping with molten silver. He landed on all fours, his paws punching craters into the dirt. Bashar. Draco’s feral general.

There was no fucking way they were getting out of those chairs or that room. “Fucking hell.” Daymon said. “Who the fuck has pets like that and how the fuck do you even acquire pets like that?” Leo hissed. The side door open and the three biggest fucking animals I had ever seen walked in. There was a gigantic white tiger, a massive black panther and the largest fucking solid black wolf I had ever seen. I heard most of the guys make some sort of comment about them. They spread themselves about the room. Yeah, no one was getting out of that room. Even if you somehow got past Breayna and Byanca, no one was getting past those three.

Amelia's heart quickened as she realized the sound was not that of another rogue werewolf, but of something much larger and far more dangerous. Bursting through the undergrowth came a colossal creature—a mythical beast known as a forest guardian. Its muscular form was covered in shimmering green scales, and an array of thorny vines snaked around its massive body. Its eyes glowed with a luminescent light, radiating ancient wisdom and power. The rogue werewolves faltered, momentarily stunned by the appearance of this unstoppable force. In that brief respite, Amelia seized the opportunity to regroup her pack and rally them for one final push. They knew this was their chance to turn the tide.

Jagat and Rakesh were standing in the corner, scared of his anger and Josh's hands started trembling who he had been trying for the last three hours to find out from where it had gone viral, but he got nothing but disappointment in his hands which was making him more anxious. "What are you doing? I need to know who's behind this before the day is over or I'll feed your useless brain to the rower" Tapish’s furious voice echoed in the room which increase the speed of josh’s fingers and parched his throat in fear. He swallowed hard shaking his head violently as his brain created an image of Rover greedily eating his brain. Jagat and Rakesh gave him pitiful look when he looked at them for helpin

The giant grey wolf stared at Seraphina with cold, silver eyes. It was Aurora. She had fully shifted into her beast form, and her massive body was tense, ready to spring. A low, rumbling growl vibrated in the wolf’s throat, and thick, warm saliva dripped from its long, white fangs.

I recruited a biological weapon of mass distraction. He was a Tibetan Mastiff puppy, a fluffy, oversized cloud of charcoal-colored fur named Bane. At ten weeks old, he already weighed thirty pounds and had the territorial instincts of a warlord. My plan was simple: win over Leo and Luna, and provide a distraction so loud and chaotic that no one would notice my beard peeling. I led Bane through the service entrance, the puppy’s giant paws thumping against the marble like muffled drums. "Luna! Leo!" I chirped, the Jean-Pierre accent back in full, grating force. "I have brought a small... eh... souvenir from ze mountains!"

"Give him the wrong signal move. Run to his right and when he goes to bite your neck, go under him and scratch his neck and jaw." Okay, that sounded easy to do in theory but I don't know about the practical version. "Charge!" I ran to his right and as predicted, he tried to grab my neck with his teeth but I lowered myself and tear down his neck to the throat. He fell on the ground with blood seeping out. "Finish him." I put my paw on his neck, snapping his last lifeline as his head fell frail to the ground, having no movement in his body. He changed back to his real form and it was horrible to see how he looked in the human form.

Aria asked in a faltering voice, starting to nag. “H-He's Hugo, the Cursed One,” Mr. Baga replied in a voice that was still trembling. For a moment Aria stopped crying and looked at Mr. Baga through the rearview mirror above him. “How do you know that is Hugo the Cursed? I thought you were just a human!” Mr. Baga took a deep breath, his gaze glancing at the side mirror many times, making sure the man didn't follow them. “I am indeed human, miss,” Mr. Baga clarified. “But I know about your world.”