Beorn The Hobbit Novels & Stories

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.

How dare he turn his back on his clan. He kept fighting with his human side. “You can’t do this! They are innocent cubs.” His beast yelled at him. “They aren’t my cubs or part of my clan, so they are not my concern.” Bear scoffed at his beast. He walked in front of Burican and Max showing them the hidden entrance to the clan bunker. Babaloo was gliding around the house from dark corner to dark corner. He checked every part of the house when he came across a door he’d never seen before. “Mimi,” he whispered into the wind and waited.

The woman blows the horn. The sound is like a corrupted roar from an old-world lion that has its vocal cords augmented to sound like a coming death. For death is what comes. The beast rides from the coming darkness and pulls a more rustic-looking caravan whereas the Jakalorn's vehicle is more updated. There are only two carts that are being pulled by plague-riddled rhinos. Their skin is black, and the insides are hollowed out as if a butcher carved them in twine but still their exposed hearts beat and with each rhythmic pulse of ambiance, their red veins pump with life. The first cart is an old wooden carriage that wobbles and creeks when being pulled. The other cart connected to it is a rus

I wanted to chastise him for his attitude but decided not to because he did save our lives after all. Very carefully, the bear got back onto its feet, met my gaze, before it she and her cub headed in the other direction until they were safely back in the forest. ‘Demigod, now that the pests are gone, I need to speak with you.’ I turned my attention back to Arion and trying to ignore the fact that he just called the bears as pests. “Alright. What is it?” ‘There has been talking about a fake Lord in the ocean who can control monsters’

*Roar* “Well, you got what you wanted,” Hildegarde shivered slightly at the powerful aura of the Ascension Beast several kilometers away. Even from such a vast distance, the size of the beast and its suppressive aura intimidated her. Yet the boy who was next to her was fine. He looked battle thirsty, just like she had seen from him many times before.

Then he would face the embodiment of terror. With supernatural speed, I darted across the street and dove into the alley between the two buildings. Bastard didn’t know he was dealing with an enforcer from the Volkovs, the notorious werewolf mafia, and my adopted family. Few outside of our pack knew we were actual werewolves and we liked it that way. My claws extended and I raked them down the side of the dumpster. I heard his heart rate speed up, and I smiled. “You stole from the wrong person,” I said, adding a growl at the end.

He stepped forward, silent and controlled, his breath even. The mansion was secured—no one got in without his knowing. And yet, the unpredictability of the moment sent a dark thrill curling through his chest. The doorknob was cool under his fingers as he slowly pushed the door open. And what he saw— Was not at all what he expected. A scene straight out of a surreal, fucking fever dream. There she was. His Mini bear. Lounging in a massive tub, buried in a sea of white foam and soft steam, utterly oblivious to the fact that just seconds ago, he had been prepared to pull the trigger on an intruder.

It was a low, off-key humming, accompanied by the heavy, stumbling thud of boots through the undergrowth. Aarnold, a massive bear shifter who had been helping the centaurs with the heavy lifting earlier that day, staggered out from the tree line. He was clutching an empty clay jug that smelled of the fermented honey and mountain herbs the fairies called Sun-Fire Rum. His eyes were glazed, and he was swaying dangerously on his feet, clearly three sheets to the wind.

My wolf hit the first shadow beast before anyone else could react. Claws tearing through void-flesh. Teeth sinking into something that shouldn't exist. The creature dissolved with a shriek. Around me, chaos erupted. Warriors dropped their disguises. Ezra threw disruption runes at the portal. Caspian shifted mid-leap, his massive lycan form crashing into three creatures at once. The civilians screamed. Some ran. Some stayed frozen. "Get them out!" I shouted through the bond to Caspian.