Beyblade X Savage Bear Novels & Stories

I can see how much he wants me, the tip of his cock poking out the top of the band of his shorts already glistening with pre cum. “Did you like me acting like a savage?” I breathe his eyes glinting amber as he nods, unable to voice a response. “I like you being a savage as well … alpha,” I purr and I see him snap whatever control he had. He grips my ankle tight pulling my leg taught whilst his other hand unleashes his claws he trails them from my mouth, down my neck before he adds more pressure splitting the fabric of my sports bra so my breasts bounce freely my nipples already peaked as I gasp for air. Fuck.

Offering a military salute by crossing their hands over their chest they stood facing her. Jelena Savage was not as old as one would expect from the leader of an entire race. She was only 17, even younger than Axel by a whole two years! Her hair was braided just above both her ears, her eyes watched coldly like a hawk and inside them, one could sense ruthlessness emanating from her whole being. Her voice was a bat match for her personality, she sounded nothing like who she was. This was a strong woman, who ruled with fear and an iron fist.

He docked as it reached him with its long and bloody claws. Brayden used the opportunity that he was cradled in the bear’s chest to strike with his claws. He used his right front claws to aim at the bear’s heart. He missed, the bear moved to the right. In a swift motion, the bear scooped him up and tossed him to the grassy area of the forest mixed by non-ornamental plants.

Jeremiah worried, he was crying. Jayden forced himself to smile to calm Jeremiah, “don't worry little one, I’m totally fine.” On the other hand, the bear seemed not pleased to know its victim still alive. Soon, it launched another attack to Jayden and Jeremiah. Fortunately, Carson Blackfrost, who just came into the scene with Aiden, saw the berserk bear and quickly summon his rune weapon, the hailstorm. From where he stood, Carson slashed the giant two-handed axe into thin air, and from the tip of its blade, a slashing wind was formed and it blew quickly at the bear before it’s paw could reach Jayden.

He may be a werebear but he hates the mistreatment of others. "How do you mean? Like the people are dying or the land is dying?" I ask him. "Both.." He says looking back at me. Dane is a brick wall of a bear. He stands 6 feet 8 inches. Raven black hair, bright green eyes. A total knockout. But my bestfriend. Almost like my big brother. Only except I can kick his ass.

Lord Danbury, the man that had been raiding the Princess of Nightway’s realm to feed MidGale City, and inconveniencing The Nauvree in the process, looked up at the man who hadn’t blinked during the interchange. Savage sat quietly watching them. Not reacting, though clearly close enough to hear. He was young. Blonde hair twisted into braids near his face with wood beads strung in them. Kill beads. Each engraved with a kill he was proud of.

I let Samson come forward and the two of us go head-to-head, fighting hard, getting our punches in and receiving punches until we both realize that we are equally matched. When we step back, Alpha Liam reaches out his hand to shake mine. “I’m not at all surprised that Reagan’s mate is as strong as you are. I always knew her mate would be strong enough to be worthy of her.” “Yeah, I’m out. If you can almost defeat Dad, I’ll save my strength for another opponent. A vampire royal, maybe,” Xander says, grinning at Asmodeus. “Good luck, son of a Guardian,” Asmodeus says.

I, Alpha Xander, the protector, the leader, the embodiment of strength, was now a whirlwind of claws and teeth, fueled by a burning injustice. My opponent, a hulking brute of a bear in the forest stood defiant. It was an enemy I had known for years, a rival for territory and resources. Yet, the bear had always held a grudging respect for my strength. I guess it thought I was in one of my best moods that day. The respect had I had saved for it all these years was been shattered by the bear’s latest transgression. Nothing burned me more than the fact that my mate was nowhere near me. Gone, snatched away by the bear’s brazen recklessness, leaving behind me only a trail of blood and fear.

As I land on all fours I stretch out and shake my fur to get the rest of the skin and blood off. My bear's name is Yona. It's Cherokee for bear. Our mate stood there smiling like a lunatic. "Holy crap. This is amazing. You are so furry." She walked up and started running her hands through our dark brown fur. She didn’t even mind getting a bit of blood on her hands. It was mostly off but there was always a bit left. Humans were usually terrified of Yona. He has a huge scar on his right eyelid. Another scar on his side and a huge scar down the left side of his ribs. All from war. All from trying to defend his people and the people who stood up for him.

Alexander lay unconscious and vulnerable behind me. With a growl, I pushed myself up, launching another attack. This time, I targeted the bear's eyes, aiming to blind it. My claws made contact, and the bear howled in agony. It swiped at me wildly, but its movements were now uncoordinated and frenzied.