Bear Novels & Stories

🖤 FREDERICO 🖤 " Boss " one of our men said immediately he walked into My office and I looked at him without saying a word . " Madam Aria is back in Italy and it's Already been a days now " he said and I looked at him like he'd lost it . " How does that news affect me ...? I asked frowning. " Sir Actually she Came with a child who looks exactly like you ..." He said and I stared at him like he'd lost it

"They are the size of the legendary Dire wolves. Brand's wolf comes almost up to my shoulder on his flat feet. His teeth are as fearsome as the Háhyrnir (killer whale) that roamed our sea." Astrid witnessed his Adam's apple bob and his face drain of color in terror. "You are lying," he declared, but the quiver in his voice betrayed his deepening fear. "I am not," she assured him. She tried to muster up a look of concern for him, though she was not at all convinced she was pulling it off. "Save yourself, Leif. Show me where the baby is. Brodi is merciful. If you abandon your plan and confess, I'm sure you will survive. If you do not…"

This experience only made me dislike it even more. I had to stomp on the brakes when a huge animal jumped into the middle of the road. I was panting as I stared at the thing that was standing in front of the car. Eliza was cursing under her breath since she hit her head on the dash. But my ears started ringing when the beast looked up at me. It looked like a wolf. But the animal was too large. A bear maybe? But when it slowly turned to glare at Eliza's truck, I knew it was a wolf. The dog-like features were too pronounce to assume it was a bear. It was rust-colored and it had piercing green eyes. A wave of fear rolled through me

He smirked: "I'm not so easy to die, you go first." Elias charged at two hairy beasts with red eyes just like them. His claws are also longer and sharper than usual. His claws cut deep into their flesh, blood trickling down to the ground. But just a few seconds later, those cuts completely disappeared, as if Elias had never cut sharp cuts into them. The two beasts let out a few ghastly screams, their whole bodies emitting a strong fishy odor, and jumped towards him. Elias raised his arm covered in steel to support it.

ACE "Hey," I caught Miranda by her wrists, the pads of my thumbs tracing over her thrumming pulse points, "you need to breathe, baby. Take in a deep breath for me." Her sky blue eyes held my hazel ones as she inhaled deeply through her nose, chest inflating with air and round tits pressing against the bodice of her dress.

𝙰𝚌𝚎 𝙰𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛 7 years old. The brown-haired boy stood there looking at the woman helping her kids choose the toys they wanted. Ace didn't get help from her, he's shy, anxious that she's going to return the ten dollars teddy bear that he brought. His soft small hand clenched the ear of the brown teddy bear, he pouted and with a shaking body, he approached his mother.

Ace mumbled making me giggle. shaking my head at him I walk towards his room. "what movie do you have in mind?" I asked him softly "I don't know just pick anything I don't mind." Ace replied before walking towards his bed. nodding my head, I scrolled through N*****x before stopping at Warrior Nun. "is this ok?" I asked before looking at Ace. only to find him shirtless, his head titled up as he tried catching his breath. "Ace?, is everything ok?" I asked softly walking towards him.

The mother's missing information, he'd bet, was a clue that he'd have to look into, once he found Bailey that was. It took him an hour of running and hunting before he caught sight of her, her steps slowing as she bounded on four legs through the forest. He yipped to catch her attention, but it didn't have the effect wanted. Instead of stopping and facing him, she renewed her speed, bolting heedlessly. Wyatt followed. It was all he could do. He just hoped in their mad flight they didn't accidentally run across any more rogues-or something worse. Wolves might have natural predator tendencies, but some things were bigger on the food chain, like bears, for one, a

Building the foundation of something that felt genuinely sustainable. The leather of the couch was cool against my back, but everything else in the room was burning. Eli was a heavy, solid weight pressing me down into the cushions, his hands framing my face like I was the only thing in the world that mattered. I could feel the ragged rhythm of his breathing against my neck, a hot, steady pulse that matched the frantic drumming in my own chest. "You have no idea," he rasped, his voice vibrating deep in his throat. He pulled back just enough to look me in the eye, and the intensity there was staggering—a mix of raw hunger and something so fiercely protective it made my breath hitch.

His face was stone. But Luna knew what he was feeling. The rage under the surface. The silent vow to destroy whoever had done this. Rafe stood a few feet away, arms crossed, jaw tight. “The guards found him twenty minutes ago. He was a rogue. No scent of pack. But look…” He pointed to the message carved crudely into the dead wolf’s chest. Deep and jagged, like it had been done with claws rather than a blade. She belongs to me. Luna’s stomach twisted.