Bear God Novels & Stories

Rex exclaimed, instantly feeling terrible he may have inadvertently injured an animal in his attempt to win. “They use the azoth bear because in its curled-up stance, it becomes incredibly durable, able to withstand a fair bit before succumbing, this bear has been Shurr’s companion for almost 10 years now” Rector said, stroking the bear under its chin, causing it to growl playfully. “So why use the bear instead of an actual ball?” Rex asked, using an alive animal in such an intense game seemed a little silly. “Because over time the outer shell toughens with the impacts it takes, this is only one stance these bears have, battle mode is entirely different” Shurr replied, walking up to them and

Mathias as Arcas, a huge bear, his brown fur so dark it almost looks black, and Arthur my bear, white as snow and almost as Big as Arcas, yet still bigger than any other bear shifters beast. Arthur is the first to attack, plunging toward Arcas who swipes a paw at him, catching his front arm. I growl and attack again a paw hitting Arcas in the chest, only to be met with a counter swipe that has his claws drawing blood on my beast.

The insects had stopped their chirping, and the wind had died down to a stagnant breath. From the darkness of a hollowed-out oak, two glowing, amber eyes ignited. It wasn't a wolf. It was a Scourge-Bear—a creature corrupted by the dark magic that bled from the Shadow Packs to the north. It stood eight feet tall, its fur matted with a black, oily substance that smelled of rot.

I tilt my head still listening while watching Tobias scent the air. Bears are notorious for having the best sense of smell. They make the finest trackers. “I’m not sure,” He gives me a skeptical look. “My beast keeps picking up on a familiar scent,” He shakes his head “Other than that we got nothing. It's as if whatever was here just vanished.” No sooner had he stopped speaking than the sound of a feral growl, one that vibrated and made my body shudder in fear, was heard.

The growling is loud enough to make the ground shake , he is out for blood . Within a second both my brothers are in their beasts and standing by my side . Ratniks beast is as tall as mine but not as built as mine; he has a grey stripe running the length of his body . It's Gideons beast that catches me by surprise as it has been so long since I have seen it . His beast is just a slight bit taller than both ours but again is not as bulky as mine , and has a blue tint running through his whole coat. As soon as they both nod to let me know they are ready I let out a howl and take off with them closely on my heel …

Aidinth laughed, “You know her very well, Luna Abby.” Everyone laughed and I replied, “I’m very passionate about this cause. I want it to work out for you guys. I can’t stand the thought of you losing more werebears, but I love polar bears, and I don’t want them killed off either. Aren’t they endangered?” Denali replied, “Yes. We can’t hunt them or the Blue Bears.” I shook my head, “Wait. What? Blue Bears?” Denali chuckled, “Blue Bears are Glacial Bears. They’re beautiful and they are extremely rare. They’re our white wolves.” I chuckled, “I get it. I had just never heard of them. Why don’t we set a time for the next meeting, and I will include Koda on it?” Gideon smiled, “Koda Orson? Big bl

His fur is a nice chocolate brown, so soft and smooth looking that I couldn't help but walk up and nuzzle into him. And like I thought, it was everything it looked like it would be. His fur was so amazingly soft I nuzzled into him more and purred... Wait... What? I quickly backed away and look at him like he was crazy and I swear that damn bear laughed at me.... Did my stupid wolf just purr?? "Yes it did my little mate." Godric said in my head. Wait how the hell is he still doing this? He's not even in human form! "That doesn't matter little mate. I'm still in here. I can still hear your thoughts."

Tobias smiled at Jeremiah’s brilliant idea, “that's a good idea, bro, let us go!” The two priests then went away to follow the trails. After a few minutes of walking, the trail was leading them to a bush, and they could find a very large brown bear sleeping behind it. When they saw how huge the brown bear was, the two priests knew that it was too dangerous to come closer to the bear. So Jeremiah asked his grimoire to do the dangerous job for him. “Armadale, can you sense the mana from the bear… please?” Jeremiah requested, he almost forgot to say please.

I point to my hand-drawn map. “Nah. If it' s a dragon, I’ll check for eggs to harvest.” He looks at the map closer. “That’s the ridge we passed last week?” “Yeah. If you see anything else, send a mindlink. I’m confident you won’t, though.” I turn to Marco. “Two werebears and a goblin to the east, Big Guy.” “Suena bueno.” He takes off his shirt. “Sending Clash in. Do we know what the bear spirits’ breeds are?”

A wizard, of his rank, saw them more than some men have coins in their purses. "He's riding a Yaweldur," the scout replied under his breath. "What did you say?"Galwan slowly turned towards the scout. He blankly looked at the scout. "It's a type of a bear-wolf," the scout replied, "at the shoulders it's taller than a horse." The scout smiled, enjoying in his small victory, for he knew something that the all-knowingly wizard didn't know. A few victories make a man fell mighty; the same could be said for a gnardil.