Cole Matthews Touching Spirit Bear Novels & Stories

Matthew worked a hand up under my shirt and thumbed over one of my nipples, and I clung to his shoulders and tried to focus. Soft. It had to be soft. I sent my power out through my feet, reaching into the ground and rearranging the fabric of the forest floor. Redwood needles trembled, rose, and danced into position, weaving themselves into a blanket of sorts, with all their sharp little ends pointed down. I shoved at Matthew, using the leverage of the tree. “On the ground,” I gasped. “Not up against a tree.” “The ground’s too —” He turned his head, stared, and said wonderingly, “Never mind. Fuck. Shamans are awesome.”

There was a chorus of laughter from the other bears, as well as a few comments in Russian which I didn’t understand - but I could tell from the nudging between the bears that it was most likely sexual comments. Uncle Mattias coughed, drawing the attention back to him as he stepped toward me and took my hand, placing it in the crook of his arm. “I’m sure you are all tired from the long trip. We will leave you to rest, however I am sure you and Katerina will get along splendidly. I am looking forward to strengthening the bond between our two species.” With a nod, he gestured for me to follow him as he strode to his office. Inside, I sank into the leather sofa and chewed on my bottom lip, an un

“Show me what you are Crimson.” I chuckle at Abner's demand, “You sound like King Mathias,” “Yes well, after his father's death, his mother's banishment, I was there to help as much as I could. Maybe a little of me rubbed off on him, although his anger comes from another place. His spirit animal is ancient and hard to control. Most days he is Arcas, just as Lamia is Inanna. And you young Crimson, you are the were-cat.” I contemplate his words, understanding his meaning about Mathias and Lamia being their spirit animals, but me? I wasn’t a were-cat. I had no spirit animal.

"Here to collect her gift?" Confused I gazed up at Matthew. "Gift?" Nodding, Matthew walked towards a large box. "I had been hunting a few days ago and came across a black bear." Pulling the lid off the box, I watched as he lifted out a large cloak. "I skinned it and decided to turn it into a cloak for you." He spoke. Holding out the material, I made sure to keep my eyes on him. "I didn't want you to catch a cold like last winter." He whispered.

I chuckled, “You’re welcome, love.” Matt finally calmed his bouncing down and grabbed a silver scalpel. I just stood at the opposite side of the cage and shook my head at him. He scowled, “Don’t look at me like I’m some kind of idiot. I will get to you.” I shook my head at him and opened a crevasse around Luke’s cage when all of the people around it were still in the air. When they landed, they landed in the crevasse. Luke set it on fire and I stomped my foot to close it. Matt cocked his head to the side and asked, “How do you do that. You a hybrid?” I shook my head and he asked, “Are you the one setting things on fire?” I shook my head and he got mad, “Would you just shift so you can speak

Jesse watched me with concern, and I stood there trying not to completely lose my mind. "I need a drink." I said and turned around. I headed straight for my purse as I knew there was nothing strong enough in the house that would help. I did not bother to say anything to Jesse as I left the house and headed in the direction of a nearby gas station. As I walked the sidewalk, I let my mind race. I had a ghost in my house. His name was Jesse Martin and he lived back in the forties. I assume the vision that I had of the gunshot in the basement had to do with him in some way. For someone who did not believe in this sort of thing, I gave myself a bit of credit for not completely breaking down.

When Beta Zack finished reading I can feel my mate's emotions, he is very touched but he didn't want to show his emotions. I can feel his pain, his love for his mother. I can read Beta Zack's emotions and mind. Beta Zack thinks 'He deserves all the love in the world, he looks so painful, his mother after so so many years wrote to him. should I go console him? But he doesn't like to show his emotions.'

I can't guarantee what happens with others when it comes to this Brutus Bearheart, but you did finish watching the ritual, Walter. Walter facepalmed. He could not believe he finished watching the ritual because he was curious. Chase had been silent. He had seen a similar process to Brutus' ritual when he was young. It was from an old animation, except that the main character was a young, pretty woman, who was pleasing to the eye. However, the main character now was the Black Bear Spirit. It was a sore sight. "Be careful, Walter. Sect Master Theo said that his combat skills have doubled," Chase reminded Walter.