Despair Bear Novelas e Histórias

The Alpha bear clutched at his shirt just above his heart, questioning how he could have been so foolish to ignore the mate call. Sera had reassured Darius many times that John was alive; he would have sensed otherwise. Yet, even with Sera's assurance, his inner bear, his lifelong companion, had almost entirely abandoned him. The once seamless shift between man and bear became a battlefield of conflicting emotions, mirroring the chaos in his heart. The beast had refused his calls on more than one occasion, retreating into the recesses of his mind.

I still can’t accept that I’m just…this while the people who hurt me have been thriving and living their best lives. I gritted my teeth. “You know nothing,” I tell him before gathering my things to leave. I can no longer stand being in the same space as him. He reminds me of things that I want to forget. “Stop acting like you care because you don’t! You’re despicable. I despise you.”

Suddenly, a flat voice said, "Did you just claim a white bear skin to be snow tiger skin? That’s ridiculous!” It was Darryl! He had spent three years in the Wild Deserted Secret Region and he was familiar with all kinds of beasts, especially the snow tiger. He had killed several of them, so he knew exactly how a snow tiger skin should look like. He could tell with one look that those mercenaries were not selling snow tiger skins but counterfeit white bear skins.

Then, in a flash, all their heads burst open in mid-air, and pieces of meat, bones, blood fluid and warm blood splashed everywhere. The White-Mouthed Talons Bear looked at Caspian with an unprecedented fear as it could not win against Caspian at all. The bear was as insignificant as dust in front of him. Under everyone's surprised gaze, the White-Mouthed Talons Bear that lost both hands was turning around and fleeing. "Do you think you can escape?" Caspian snorted, “the Ursa Major's Blurred Shadows — Merak, the six-star footwork!" As soon as he stepped out, Caspian greatly reduced the distance and immediately appeared behind the White-Mouthed Talons Bear.

He knew a lot of different stars and their meanings, but that one was new to him. “I’m not sure actually. I can’t figure out the consolation it belongs to.” His eyes scanned over the surrounding stars and then smiled. “Oh, that’s the little bear.” “The what?” Dylan asked. “The little bear. In the spring and summer months, you can see the little bear. In the fall and winter, you can see the mama bear. I believe the story goes that they got separated while on Earth and their souls floated to the sky, still searching for each other.”

"That is not an animal." "No," Kieran said. "It is not." The bear tilted its massive head, studying us with an intelligence that unsettled me more than any snarl could have, and when it spoke, the voice did not come from its mouth at all but from the stone itself, low and resonant, filling the cavern from every direction at once. You seek what lies beneath me. I forced my voice steady. "We need Moon Salt. To heal a bond a curse tried to destroy." The bear's eyes narrowed slightly, though nothing in its posture shifted toward threat.

Respect didn’t come easy to me, especially not from a stranger who exhumed so much power. “I witnessed a pregnant omega being carried away by a larger black bear, right there on the spot where blood has gathered. There was no struggle so it is safe to assume death.” The guards took a long look at the spot before meeting my gaze. “Are we to search for the bear, your highness?”

One yelled and immediately spun on his heels and took off running. Bear let out a grunt, his way of laughing at the idiots that took off running. “Don't see that very often,” Godrick said as he came forward with Bear, making him look like a demonic bear racing through the woods with red eyes. This only seemed to scare everyone even more. Bear frowned when after five minutes of being in their territory, he still had yet to kill anyone. Every one of Donald's men took off screaming about a demonic bear as soon as they saw him.

He stepped forward, silent and controlled, his breath even. The mansion was secured—no one got in without his knowing. And yet, the unpredictability of the moment sent a dark thrill curling through his chest. The doorknob was cool under his fingers as he slowly pushed the door open. And what he saw— Was not at all what he expected. A scene straight out of a surreal, fucking fever dream. There she was. His Mini bear. Lounging in a massive tub, buried in a sea of white foam and soft steam, utterly oblivious to the fact that just seconds ago, he had been prepared to pull the trigger on an intruder.

Hell, this may even be my final moments right here. At the last second a desperate pained growl splits through the din as a black wolf streaks towards us, his powerful jaw clamping around the bear’s arm mere inches from my flesh. I roll again to get out of the way as the force of Nick crashing against the bear sends them both tumbling towards the ground.