Cross To Bear Book Novels & Stories

Pain drained the color from my face, and my whole body trembled. Seraphina kicked me in the face, so furious she looked as if she wanted to tear me to pieces. “Let me tell you this,” she shouted. “Forget toad eggs—even if Alaric told you and your parents to kneel and lick his shoes, you’d have to do it!” The slimy sensation of the toad eggs still clung to my mouth, making waves of nausea roll through me. My parents, Edward and Eleanor Blackwood, looked even worse, their faces deathly pale as they clutched the table and retched uncontrollably.

"I- I don't know, my uncle was giving me a ride one day and It came in. He had no other choice but to carry me with me to the crime scene. "And what did you see? " "A man... His throat was completely bitten out, my uncle is saying it's a bear, but it was one of them, I know it," "Sounds like something straight of a comic book," "Maybe... Once you remember, it won't be as amusing, terrible if you lost someone," he slowed down, and I finally caught up to him, at the point, my head was spinning, and I was dizzy, "Hey," he held on to my shoulders as I staggered sideways,

Uncle Mike said with a confused grin. I smiled at my uncle and clapped him on the back and said, “I sure don’t Uncle Mike. But you go find your second chance mate and let me know who my new aunt is in the morning.” Alpha Baylor is a work of the imagination of Artemas J R Broyles. Thank you for reading and going along on this journey. -A :)

She could see Wyatt in there. She stepped away to look at him. He turned back to a human. He climbed to his feet. She shook her head. "I'm not sure I'm wrapping my brain around all of this." "I'm a WereBear. I can shape shift into a bear," Wyatt said. "Were you born this way?" "Yes, but WereBears don't have the ability to shift until they hit puberty." "Are Sebastian and Caleb the same?" she said. He stepped closer to her, but she wasn't afraid. This was still Wyatt.

I mumbled as he held me. "Well, just because you're all mated now doesn't mean you're not the jelly to my peanut butter, and the ying to yang." he whispered. "and the salt to your pepper." I laughed gently. "Always." he sighed as he rocked me slightly. "Did you know?" I asked "What that Anthony was a huge pure blood supremacist?" he asked. "Nope," he replied, answering his own question. "or that you being mated to a Bear was dangerous?" he added as I nodded.

One member of the bear clan steps, skinny and ruddy faced, steps forward. “Could the wolf girl read the poem again?” Barrett hands the carving back to me with a commanding grunt. I obey, reading the inscription slowly, clearly, and loudly. “Yeah, I know some of those lines,” the bear says. “Where from?” Barrett asks. “My mom used to sing a song like that,” he tells us. “But it wasn’t about a blood feud or a curse or anything like that. It was longer, and kind of different.”

I run away before anyone can see the tears. How am I going to run away on my birthday when it pains me so much to see Atwood with another woman? Chapter 53: Unrequited Love Atwood The past few days have been a blur. Ever since Ruby found and killed the Bear in the forest, my men and I have been scrambling to make preparations. The Bear’s presence on our castle grounds only means one thing: they’re getting braver. I’m impressed with Ruby’s ability to kill the Bear the first night she shifted, however. This must mean that her wolf is extremely powerful, far more so than any other hybrid that I’ve encountered. What makes her so powerful, though, still baffles me.

Bear looks at me, a glint of interest in his eyes. “Just under sixty thousand. I had nearly raised it all. I started buying four dresses and taking two back.” I had, but it wouldn’t have helped if what they were saying is true about Paul. Maybe I am just unlucky, and the course is set for my shitty life? “Right, I have something to sort. So here you go, little lamb.” I watch as Bear places down the dagger and pick it up. Then, moving, I slide it into the holster on my leg. “Gunner will take you home. We will all see you Saturday, tomorrow night.”

This is a mature chapter. Contains Blood, the S word, and mature things. All people and situations in this story are fiction. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Ace POV: "Βασιλιάς (King)," Ares handed me the lifeless rabbit, his expression serious. I took the rabbit and wrapped it with the other animals we had caught—a mixture of fish and deer—before throwing them over my shoulder. I felt a surge of happiness wash over me. Happy that she willingly wanted to be mine, happy that she only desires to be mine.

“It was the property of an ancient wolf from our history. Pay attention to this.” I read out loud, "The one who bears the mark of two packs will unite or destroy them all." I waited, examining his reaction closely. When he pulled the book from my hands, Xander's eyes got wide, and he glared. It... it resembles the old prophesy. He traced the faded letters with his fingertips and whispered, "I've heard rumors about it, but never in detail, It says that one wolf, born of two competing groups, bears the potential to either bring peace or generate turmoil."