Cross To Bear Book Novels & Stories

I would get him back for that. I thought about how weak I had felt before I came to Takiani. I wasn't strong. I was barely an Alpha. But now, I was so much stronger and I was ready for people to start seeing that I wasn't just a transfer or the girl from Terialta. Killing this bear was one big step for me. My beast kicked the bear away and then jumped up again. She was getting bored now. We needed to end this. My beast pulled me forwards so we could do this together. It was a joint effort.

"A young woman vanishes without a trace. No evidence. No leads. As if she simply... ceased to exist." "The story fascinated me. I dug deeper, trying to find the truth behind the disappearance — until I came across a novel." My body went rigid. "What did you just say? A novel?" "The world we're in right now — it's a novel. I stumbled into it the same way you did. That's when I realized you didn't just disappear. You crossed over, just like me." "I've been watching you for a while. Everything about you confirmed it — you're the woman who vanished."

"I would prefer it if his convoy had stayed in the trenches permanently." Tracy picked up on the raw vibration of my voice, his eyes shifting between me and the Alpha King. "The wolves are watching, Commander. Don't let them see the bond fracturing on your birthday." Before I could reply, Brook Owen approached our sector, his dark dress uniform immaculate, accompanied by Corrie Bates. "Accept this tribute for your ascension cycle, Chika," Brook said, presenting a heavy cedar box carved with the Whitmore crest. "My thanks," I muttered, passing the box to a waiting enforcer without looking at it.

As she watches him, Eliana wonders in her mind, "I am not sure why he wishes to leave so quickly. By doing so, he is speeding up the time in which he will be expected to marry. I know that if we do not leave, that those rogue bears will return, and with reinforcements, but he is not even completely healed yet." Eliana swallows the lump forming in her throat and she stares at the ground as Beatrice double checks everyone's packs. Jasper will be married off, whether he chooses his mate or not. His situation is much like hers, although her own is more of a political marriage. "They are Xefol, why do I care what they do? Their culture is their own. I should not even be trusting them," she tries

"The place knows no balance. It is a domain of the pagan spirits. I have heard the people of this mysterious tribe call it many names - the Spring, the Oasis, the Abyss, and the Well of Horns, or simply just the Well. The first time I saw it, I described it as more like a Well of Teeth. Now I have only one name for it. The Crossing." Just below the last paragraph was a simple location within the book: Page 47. Already intrigued beyond control, Lyda hastily flipped through the book until she came to page 47. It was difficult to make out some of the page numbers because of how faded they were, but Lyda knew she had found the right page when she read the title of the new passage at the top: The

"It has to be a coincidence. They were named many years apart " "1788. July 4th 1788. Captain John Mears named it after Mt Olympus in Greece." I replied. This was too much of a coincidence. I needed to explore the mountains. But at the moment a much more pressing matter was taking priority. First I needed sleep. Tomorrow was going to be a difficult day. I would be starting with the task of calling all the Alphas in the country. I knew some would come out of loyalty, some would come out of curiosity, and some would come out of fear. The ones that scared me the most were the ones that would come to try and lay claim to our pack. We didn't fight with anyone. They would want to take us down bec

She lowered her eyes. A brief, awkward silence followed before Dev decided to keep the conversation going. “Remember Rocky, the German Shepherd?” “Uh-huh.” “Well, he didn’t stay on much after dad passed away.” “Where’d he go?” “Um… he too... crossed that ‘bridge’ you were talking about?” He air-quoted. “Oh, that’s… so bad.” Was he being funny? “Yes, it is. I’m sure that he’s in a great place though.” “True,” she commented.

She looked at her ring, and read aloud again: Across the Bridge, Beyond the Bear, With the Winds or the sun, we bypass London. "Well, if we’re following this correctly, we’ve just ‘crossed the bridge.’ Next would be ‘Beyond the Bear.’” Caitlin looked at him. “What could that mean?" “I wish I knew," he said. "I feel as if my father is close," Caitlin said. She closed her eyes, and willed a clue to come along. Just then, a young boy, carrying huge pile of pamphlets, hurried past them, shouting as he went. "BEAR BAITING! Five pence! This way! BEAR BAITING! Five pence! This way!”

The distant roar of the bear echoed through the corners of the forest, fueling my urgency to reach Hunter. When I arrived, I was met with the terrifying scene. The Brown Bear raised its imposing paw, ready to deliver the final blow to Hunter. Without hesitation, I jumped on the bear's back, surprising both the bear and Hunter. “Fierce, what are you doing?” he exclaimed, confused. “I came to help you,” I replied, wasting no time. My loyalty to him surpassed any test or ceremony. Hunter, surprised, ordered me, “Go away, Fierce. This is my test.”

My fingers gripped his shirt tightly, bunching the fabric until my hands began to hurt. I pulled back first, knowing we didn’t have time on our side. “You, too.” He nodded stiffly, and then we ran. Right into the middle of a war. Even though I still had the daggers strapped to my thighs, I opted to let my Bear loose first. She seemed just as eager as I was to end this chaos, and I was glad to let her exert the pent-up rage we’d both been holding on to. A russet wolf I recognized was being pinned down by an ebony one I’d never seen before and that I felt confident wasn’t one of jack’s. My bear’s head rammed right into his side, sending him in the other direction and giving the prone bear time