Bear God Novels & Stories

They were getting closer. “We are here,” the Barbarian Lord stated with a bit of excitement seeing their prey. Several dozens of feet away from them was a large bear covered entirely in snowy white scales. The bear was about ten meters tall, and several meters wide! It had piercing blue eyes and an aura that shook the heavens itself. It was a beast known to the Three Great Races, and it was called the Ice Bear. It was a beast of the Ice Element! Not only did it have a rare elemental affinity, it was also a Pseudo Phenom and the ruler of Ice Frost Mountain! That was why they left the Tigers behind. Those tigers would cower in fear before this beast and would lose their reasoning. The best cas

The commander spoke as they headed out the door. Christopher grinned. "I'm not Beast anymore." Bruce cocked his head in surprise. "You do know that we called you Beast because of how you are out on the field, right? The way you went through Crucible and everything else you tackle is what makes you a beast." Christopher shrugged. "I guess I didn't know that. But it didn't bother me. I don't mind being called Beast by you guys…" He left the rest unsaid and headed out of the room.

A guttural rumble that vibrated in the ground beneath my feet. ‎ ‎The smell hit me then—pungent musk, rotting meat, and wet fur. ‎ ‎Bear. ‎ ‎Not a normal bear. A Rogue Bear. A creature twisted by the wild magic of the neutral zone, hungry and mad. ‎ ‎I backed away slowly, my heart hammering against my ribs like a frantic bird. ‎ ‎Another growl, closer this time. I could hear its heavy breathing, the huff of air through massive nostrils as it scented me.

Ryeleigh During the night, I woke to a wonderful masculine smell coming from the window. Getting up. I know it is Cormac, not just by the smell, but I would have thought his bear would sound different snoring. When we were kids, we all slept over at the different clan houses. Cormac can be heard snoring from across the compound and his bear sounds the same. Going to the window, I softly lift it to see a magnificent view. A large Cali Grizzly bear, with black fur and white tips, they have been extinct for years. The history books say they are related to the Kodiak breed from Alaska. From what I remember, they are approximately the same size as the Kodiak, and both are the definition of Berser

The bear roared in pain and fell to the ground, defeated. Jerry and his family were in shock. They had never seen magic like this before. The hooded figures approached them and introduced themselves as a group of powerful wizards who had been tracking the bear for days. They explained that the bear had been possessed by an evil spirit, and they had been tasked with defeating it before it could cause any more harm.

she thought over it and since the horse was almost dead, and won't be of use to her dead, she agreed and by her own hand she gave the horse to the animals, they devoured the horse and all five of them became strong, and she climbed on the tallest of the five bears, and as promised, it carried her like horse and became her ride since that day on. Her new ride was far faster than the usual horse she was riding, she thought it was not supposed to be so, horses were the fastest means of transportation in those days, and as she was being thrown up and down behind the bear she asked," where did you learn to run this fast? The beast answered" i happened to came from the family of slaves, during the

As I land on all fours I stretch out and shake my fur to get the rest of the skin and blood off. My bear's name is Yona. It's Cherokee for bear. Our mate stood there smiling like a lunatic. "Holy crap. This is amazing. You are so furry." She walked up and started running her hands through our dark brown fur. She didn’t even mind getting a bit of blood on her hands. It was mostly off but there was always a bit left. Humans were usually terrified of Yona. He has a huge scar on his right eyelid. Another scar on his side and a huge scar down the left side of his ribs. All from war. All from trying to defend his people and the people who stood up for him.

The two men immediately crouched, making their way over in the direction that Wilbur had pointed in. Not long after, they stopped behind a huge rock as Wilbur said, "He's right in front. Get him." Ryder stuck out his head to peer ahead of him. The only thing that he could see five hundred meters ahead was a two-meter-tall Gobo, his muscles bulging as he hunched over the body of a large bear and was sucking on its blood. Gobo looked just like a feral beast at that moment, vicious and murderous. He was also impossibly powerful, able to take down a bear that weighed several tonnes. A regular human being would have been killed by such a beast on sight.

Perfect way to show I was relaxed. The silence stretched until I thought my eardrums might burst. Then—out of nowhere—he picked up the teddy bear. Walked it across the floor. Stopped in front of me and set it down by my foot. I blinked. My mouth opened, shut, then finally managed a weak, “Uh… thanks?” He just stared. I bent down, picked the thing up. Its fur was rough, smelled faintly like dust and old sweat. One button eye dangled by a thread. “Nice bear,” I said, forcing a smile even as my voice cracked on the last word.

“Sure. The first was a gray. I can’t imagine you’d ever heard otherwise. Somewhere along the line, a smaller gray female turned a redheaded Scot and he started a pack far away from any of the gray clans. Their pups were smaller, some gray, some more red. The reds began to turn other redheads until they were able to find mates among the lupus garou.” “Bull. Ancient Scots were big men, not small.” “No, really.” “You know, just because you’re bigger and stronger doesn’t mean you were first. My grandfather said the first lupus garou was a red—that he was a berserker, a Norseman, who prayed to Odin, the Scandinavian god of war and death but also of poetry and wisdom. Odin could change into any fo