Despair Bear Novels & Stories

He spilled the contents of his stomach like he had never before. Bear, a bear shifter that's not new to seeing blood and agression, just spat his guts off at the sight of the dead animals. "What is it?" I asked as I moved closer to him. He was still leaning forward with his hands braced on both of his knees when he looked at me over his shoulder. "Those bears..." He whispered. I looked back in to the truck to see a few dead bears amongst the dead animals. "What about them, Bear?" I asked, fearing what he was about to say.

ALTHEA The bear’s growl rumbles through my chest, deep and angry. My body locks up in fear, but my mind screams at me to not stop running. “Asher,” I whisper, though my voice barely comes out. He doesn’t need my warning. He’s already raising his gun, his arm steady as he aims it at the bear. The bear snarls, ears pinned back, eyes locked on us. It’s bigger than I expected. Much bigger. Its fur is a deep, thick brown, and its black claws look sharp enough to tear through flesh like paper.

I am drenched in blood and I’m sure I look like the monster in horror movies. I suddenly hear Owen howl in pain and I whip my head back towards his direction. He has left the safety of the force field and has a bear latched onto his shoulder. Derek is fighting off three bears, trying to get to get to Owen. I charge in their direction and shove my paw right into the bears neck and rip out his tongue. The bear collapses and whimpers in pain. I can’t stand the noise he is making so I stomp on his head until he is silenced. Owen has collapsed and refused to move. I am sure he feels numb from the loss of his mate. I can’t imagine what that feels like, but I can’t let him wallow in self pity right

But it won’t be long till I wipe it off his face. “Take them in groups of five!” I yell at our king and the bear leader burst out laughing. “And you think that will help?” he raises an eyebrow looking at me mockingly. ‘Let me take him.’ My beautiful mate says in the mind link. ‘In due time little mate, just wait.’ I tell her but I can see how anxious she is, JP as well clenching and unclenching his fists. The bears have a lot of strength, but they are slow as we expected and when they get to one of us, they don’t let go until they are dead.

"Is there a problem, sir?" The man glanced through the rearview mirror above the steering wheel while occasionally looking at the road in front of him which although quiet, but sometimes some deer often pass suddenly. From his gaze, the man looked concerned to see Calvin who was so tired, sweaty, and his clothes looked so dirty like a tramp. The black hood that was used to disguise his face seemed to have been torn on several sides due to the friction of the twigs he encountered during his escape in the forest. What a shame for the man, he thought sadly.

Those words squeezed out of him with great effort, compressing and wringing his chest that he found it difficult to breathe. He was in pains, imploding from the excruciating weight of grief and despair as his hands fisted desperately onto the fabric of Hayes’s suit jacket. He held on with all the energy in him, like he was trying to restrain himself from going haywire and breaking into wailing hysterics from the crushing pain that shivered through his collapsing being. He needed something to hold on to, something to support himself and admonish him against the corrupt will permitting itself into his dizzying mind.

"I think that's what has everyone so upset. She obviously didn't go willingly." "Will Dmitri help locate them?" "We're not sure. He runs his nightclub in Colorado, interacts with some cats, and all of our American wolf clans, but keeps his bears fairly private. The Kodiak, or alpha, as we would call him, never leaves his territory. I met him once many years ago. He wasn't pleasant to be around, and I think without Dmitri, they'd all kill everyone that stood in their way. We have no idea how many beastkind bears exist."

But after that day, he developed an urge to go hunting and kill again. He had read that wild animals were not scarce here – bears, leopards, wolves, to name a few – so he was cautious not to wander too far from his cabin. “Are you lost?” A voice with a strong accent called from behind him. He hadn't heard any sound. Ralph turned quickly to see who was there. “You are stranger,” the man said again, his English not so strong but good enough to communicate. “How do you know that?” Ralph asked, alert.

Aldo felt his hands curl and uncurl countless times. He couldn’t deny the fact that he was genuinely scared for Liya. The location on her tracker was showing Damian’s club, but he didn’t know what to think when he didn't have his eyes on her. There was a moment where she was at a place for a particular amount of time, and anxiety almost swallowed him whole by the second.