Bear Mixed With Wolf Novels & Stories

They do have access to weapons through the countless shipments they’ve stolen from us over the past few months. I crouch down as I near the other side, my lips parting in a gasp, and I take in the mayhem. The flood lights perched atop the containers beam down, illuminating the dust billowing around the scene, kicked up from the desperate claws digging into it as bears and wolves launch themselves at each other. At least twenty bears stand along the path, their forms towering over the groups of wolves. A few betas chose to stay in their human bodies, unloading bullet after bullet into the bears. The bears’ roars of pain pierce through the forest, but they still swipe down at the wolves, catch

The bear lunged at me before I could fully process it. My wolf didn’t like the fact that we were being attacked, and I wasn’t doing anything about it. She was itching to be released and lunged towards the bear herself. She had always been like that, despite her being smaller than average, she was fierce and enjoyed a good fight. She hated being challenged and was destined to make a name for herself.

I opened my eyes to see a massive silver wolf wresting with the huge grizzly bear as they rolled on the ground away from me. I knew I should run but my body was still in shock and I couldn't move. I willed for my wolf to come forward but she had not enough strength yet. Tuff of fur flew up in the air and I could tell by its color that it was the grizzly’s. A yelp came from the wolf as the bear clawed at its under belly and I wanted to run and help Damon but I couldn't. I had no wolf to help fight.

He then began to walk slowly toward the bear. “Hopefully, Sam has more tranquilizer darts,” I told Callan, knowing he was no match for a bear. Not when he couldn’t maneuver as well as he used to. The bear charged toward us. As he got closer, I prayed that Sam had loaded the gun. But then, out of nowhere, a white wolf appeared between us. Both Callan and I were shocked. We had never seen a white wolf, as they are rare.

He says vaguely as he cuts through different vegetables with ease. I think I know what he’s implying. “How come you’re alone? Don’t bears have…?” I stop because I don’t know what they call themselves or know much about them. The corner of his lip forms a mocking smirk. “Most bears are loners except when we have cubs, since we don’t have mate bonds. That’s more of a wolf thing. But for the few that tend to live together, we call it a tribe. They're not as common anymore, or at least not around here, so I can excuse your limited knowledge.” He explains and mocks at the same time. Bastard.

All of them turned towards the edge of a clearing, their eyes ablaze with blood thirst and fury as a low rumble rocked the forest. Everyone’s ears twitched as they focused on the forest. Most of them already had a suspicion about what it was. That was when the scent hit them all at once. It was wild, strong and hot. It was a bear. At that exact moment, a massive grizzly bear rushed out of the forest and immediately headed for one of the werewolves at the perimeter of the formation. Its fur was thick with frost and his breath left visible white trails in the winter air. The beast reared up, a roar escaping his mouth as he lunged at the werewolf.

White Wolf's Clan never want to do any negotiation with them even they are nothing infront of Black Wolf's Clan. They think themselves superiors because of their wolf colour, but they are nothing. Black Wolf's Clan is more wealthy and more powerful to them.

An unsatisfied she-wolf is a fury like no other! I leapt forward and sank my teeth into the bear’s flank. He was enormous, but so was I. The beast forms of werewolves are far larger than their wild counterparts. Startled, the bear roared and released the she-wolf from his jaws — she collapsed to the ground, barely breathing. Now all of his attention was on me. A male. And furious beyond reason. What, didn’t expect someone just as strong to show up? My wolf bared her teeth, a deep growl rumbling from her chest — a clear warning that if he didn’t back off, he’d regret it. But the bear didn’t seem impressed. With a thunderous roar, he lunged at me.

It had unnaturally sharp fangs and long claws, making it looked more like a werewolf than bear. “What the fuck—” Rivena yelled. “Bear’s variant!” Aurora cried hastily, “Someone transfused the werewolf’s blood into them and bred this hybrid, making them much stronger and fiercer!” She had heard about those rumors before. That deep in the back mountain there was an inhabitance of crazy, lethal bears. One was enough to take down 5 werewolves at the same time. But she always thought those were rumors to scare kids away from the back mountain.

Suppressing a groan, I swallowed hard. Right before me, a colossal black wolf leaped onto the bear, pinning it down with its weight. And then, the delightful scent returned. My wolf urgently exclaimed in my mind, 'THAT'S YOUR MATE!'