Beorn The Hobbit Novels & Stories

I slam the door behind me, leaving Terris inside. Ambling downstairs, I find the beast lounging on the settee with his eyes closed, too calm for my liking, like a lion ready to strike. He always keeps a gun with him, and right now, he is stroking his face from the nose up to his forehead with it repeatedly. His disposed gigantic trunk is heaving up and down from his massive breathing. He doesn't look approachable. I don't think I should talk to him right now. I should probably wait for him to calm down a little, if that is even deemed to happen.

I woke up from the sound of my stomach growling, without a word; I stood up from lying on my bed; my face was a little hurt from the incident earlier when I saw my reflection, a big purple bruise. I sighed and held my cheek, and started to heal myself. My mom and dad were fascinated with my gift for healing, but it wasn't extravagant; like the doctors from our tribe, I could heal simple wounds or, like mine—Bruises.

My stomach dropped as I stared at Dr. O'neil's smiling face. Behind him the rich darkness called to me and the beast's growls racked invisible claws down my back. This was no werewolf. Whatever it was, it wasn't of any world and there was Devon. The two scents confused me, I wanted to turn tail and run the hell out of that place.

Although the howl didn't last long, my energy was drained just to endure the deafening sound. My body almost fell to the ground if my brain didn't give me the command to stay alert. I cast my gaze forward. The bear monster had thick white fur similar to a polar bear, it was about three stories tall. The beast had two pairs of arms and two legs, with a fat, flabby body.

“No, it’s not a coincidence, the gymnasium is named after my family. Now that we’ve introduced ourselves, I trust that I’ll not have any more interruptions when I use the punching bag.” Evan Alston watched the threesome from his position against the wall. He had been as enraptured as everyone else at the strength and skill displayed by the tiny woman. It had been astonishing to see the woman defeat men three times her size. He became even more intrigued when he overheard someone whisper her identity. The Beast.

"Sorry, but I have to carry on." But again, he met into mishap. This time a colony of beavers. They all paused their activity of biting a tree down to stare at him. They began to make little chattering noises, as if asking who he was. "Disgusting." Kristoff made a face, trying to move around them. Something brushed against his foot, when he looked down he shrilled, after seeing that the beaver beside him looked old and was caked with mud and in some places it was losing fur.

“Thallon was right. You are a pervy pedo.” “You want him, too! Don’t deny it,” Gillian yelled after him. With a satisfied smirk, he glanced at her one last time before leaving. “No, but it wouldn’t make me a perv now, would it?” … Hours later, Beau was back in Bowie Hill, the highest natural point in the region and home to the Radon Tribe and a few other nearby wolf clans. In a secluded clearing amid the tall trees and surrounding forestry, the sounds of colliding fists and swords, battle cries, and grunts of pain reverberated throughout the small patch of land. Flocks of birds flew overhead, the flap of their wings in tandem with the cacophony of the battlefield below.

Ruby babbled to the crow. "Caaaww!" it answered back. "I think I look crazy. I'm talking to a bird and I can understand a cat monster. Fine, Uncle Venrir I'm coming." Ruby put on her shoes and followed the bird as he flew to the forest. The crow went off the track so she had to trail her way on the uneven and jagged ground. The bird led her deeper into the forest where the trees are thicker and the foliage is bigger allowing almost no light to pass at all to light her way. Several times she lost sight of the bird so she just paused and waited for Venrir to find her, which he always does and brought her further and further into the unknown. The forest soon lost the sound of the chirping birds

They were tiptoeing when there was a sudden loud bang, like a sound of a drum or a gong. Aiko was quick to pull Kalli behind the bushes. Their eyes widened to see who are making the noises. Kalli bit the side of his fist to stop himself from making any noise while he also covered Aiko’s mouth as she was about to scream. The entities are roaming the street, they are wearing a white long tunic with hood over their heads but they do not have distinct features because their faces have melted. Behind them is a boar-like creature which is emitting a stinky smell. Aiko removed Kalli’s hand and pulled her shirt collar up to her face to smell the detergent she used on it just so she won't puke. They’

Joko sneered, Jannah nodded, though she hadn't spoken, there was an unhappy look on her face. Just then, there was a loud growl, Becky who had almost been pulled out of the meeting hall by the warriors, suddenly pushed them away with tremendous strength. Her spine bent inwards, claws elongated as two trails of blood rolled down her cheeks. My face turned pale as I moved back. What the hell was going on and what the fuck was that creature. Soren pulled me into his arms immediately, his body tense. “Close your eyes Juniper, don't look” he said in a soft tone, but I could detect the worry in his tone.