Bear Novels & Stories

The bear’s eyes glinted in the moonlight, and it let out a low growl, its breath visible in the cold air. Damien stepped forward, summoning his wolf as his eyes flashed a deep golden hue. The bear, sensing the dominance in Damien’s stance, hesitated. They locked eyes for a moment, a silent battle of wills. Damien didn’t flinch, his wolf’s presence exuding authority, a natural command that few creatures dared challenge. After what felt like an eternity, the bear let out a huff and turned away, lumbering back into the forest.

Betty’s eyes locked unto his and she saw a flicker or something there, something that made her wonder what her captor had in mind for her. Walking down the hallway with the guard to see the boss, Betty's eyes noticed something familiar on the left hanging on the wall, a painting caught her attention. It was a black canvas with a single, bold image: a black angry bear with its face filled with rage and its teeth exposed ready to devour anything on its part, it’s eyes filled with hate and bitterness. Betty's heart skipped a beat as she felt a shiver run down her spine. The bear looked eerily familiar, reminiscent of a painting in

“I didn’t lie, Kade, I swear I didn’t. I love you. I wouldn’t do that to you. Please….” She was breaking my heart into tiny pieces. “I know, and I love you too. But just listen, okay?” She wiped a tear that had fallen and nodded her head. “Okay. All the bears I’ve known have the same hazel-colored eyes. And they’re huge—much bigger than wolves, even in their human forms. They have the same increased strength and healing that most shifters do, but they aren’t quite as fast as we are. Have you ever known Tyson or anyone in your family to get sick? A cold or the flu?”

The dog, if you could even call it that, was enormous. Cerberos had a wide and stout body like that of a pit bull’s, except this body stood at least ten feet tall. The three, fear-invoking heads, rose a few feet higher. Its skin was completely hairless, the dark, leather-like material stretched taut over sinew, muscle, and bone. Teeth as long and sharp as daggers emerged as each of the heads pulled back its ugly black lips in a show of hatred. Each head reminded James of a decomposing Doberman; ears flat back in agitation, black pits for eyes. The middle head barked a low bass-filled roar.

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 impa

She moved to the couch and read the newspaper with her. On the cover page is a picture of a boar beast eating peacefully beside a boulder. On the right of it, in a column, read: “The Royal Hunting Event will be held in a few weeks! Pack your equipment and ready your mounts! Each monster will be graded with points and every point counts!” Nene looked at the picture in awe. “Whoah… That’s a big boar beast… What is that?” “It’s Boraria Hard Tusk. Usualluy, that beast can fetch 50 points. I’m surprised they can get the picture so close.”

Skyr concluded while looking at the said platform where the satellite stood. Byron bent down to have a look and could not help but let out a coo when he saw the creature making the noise. “Aww.” I heard him say. “What? What is it, sis?” I asked curiously. As soon as Byron got back up on his feet, I saw him carrying something white and fluffy in his arms at alarmed both Skyr and I for a reason. “Guys, look! It’s a baby polar bear.” He said excitedly and started nuzzling his face into the bear’s fur.

constantly, if only as a change from worrying about drowning. Jasper’s obsession with drowning had begun to oppress them all. He had talked so much about it that Newt had come to feel it would be almost a miracle if someone didn’t drown at every river. “Well, if we see one of them bears, Pea can stick him with that knife he keeps sharpening,” Bert Borum said. “It ought to be sharp enough to kill a dern elephant by now.” Pea took the criticism lightly. “It never hurts to be ready,” he said, quoting an old saying of the Captain’s. Call himself spent the day on the mare, weeding out the weaker stock, both cattle and horses. He worked with Deets. About noon, they

Of course Christopher Henry Jameson—also known as Beast- wasn't the average man. He stood 6'5" and weighed three hundred and two pounds. He didn't like the extra three pounds. He rather liked being in the two hundred weight range even if it was by just one or two pounds. Regardless, there wasn't an ounce of fat on his perfect body. Beast was muscles on top of muscles, yet not hulking like some of the others that worked in the Marine Corps division assigned to The Department of Home Land Security, or better known as DHS. Too big made you slow. He'd seen guys bigger than him hospitalized during the CRUCIBLE training.

But hopefully, this would just be the standard, run-of-the-mill, confused rogue. We followed the scent to a rocky hill that turned into a mountain, continuing up some rugged terrain. We dug our sharp claws into the stone, making our way up quickly and efficiently, stopping at a plateau partway up. Resting on the ledge, looking over the forested land, was a she-wolf with thick, dark-brown fur and icy-blue eyes. The three of us instantly surrounded her as she got up onto her four legs, turning to face us. She slowly moved her head, making eye contact with each of us one by one, her face emotionless.