Despair Bear Novels & Stories

The bear’s eyes glinted in the moonlight, and it let out a low growl, its breath visible in the cold air. Damien stepped forward, summoning his wolf as his eyes flashed a deep golden hue. The bear, sensing the dominance in Damien’s stance, hesitated. They locked eyes for a moment, a silent battle of wills. Damien didn’t flinch, his wolf’s presence exuding authority, a natural command that few creatures dared challenge. After what felt like an eternity, the bear let out a huff and turned away, lumbering back into the forest.

It made the King look weak for producing such a disappointment, thus meaning Leopold was ashamed of me. He never mistreated me, though he made sure to let me know how ashamed he was. I was the cause of the whispers from Kulumi’s people. I was the girl without a bear, and I was nothing like them. The council called a meeting where Elder Jones pointed out that grief can cause the bear to shrink away for some time. I had lost my mother, our Queen, and it had affected me deeply. If the bear had gone into hibernation, it could take years for her to awaken. He also said that forcing the bear out would never work; she can only arise when she is ready.

Monster: Redwoods Forest Brown Bear Monster Level: 21 Health: 30,000/30,000 Attack: 100 Defense: 100 Skills: Thick Fur, Heavy Palm Strike, Reckless Charge Looking at the three brown bears before him, Kirou adopted a feral smile on his face as he spoke, "Try to keep up, my pet." Following those words, Kirou rushed towards the three brown bears before him with just the pair of knives in his hands. Shadow Arachne instead took to the trees and started spitting and wielding its web, completely sealing off the brown bears' future escape paths, as well as constricting their movements.

“I am the grandson of Klaus, the bear King! And I don’t follow a hybrid like you, Ahbaya Bloodmoon! And you… you are all fools!” When Ahbaya tried to stop him, Krook, Yohan’s beast, straightened himself and brandished his bloody claws, jumped over Blue who was now unconscious and tried to fight Ahbaya. “Melodias, stay with Blue!” I commanded. “Ahbaya!” I screamed as Dane, Timothy and I shifted into our own beast. I kept my gaze on them as the two bears ran across the thick forest — running towards the farthest area of the forest — where the sun’s rays doesn’t touch the land and only shadows and bone-like monsters roamed.

Everything was dead. I stopped in my tracks, awestruck by the sheer desolation before us. No snow, dried and cracked ground, and even the trees thickly populating the lands had been dead for so long they were beginning to rot and fall over. The longer I looked, the more heartbroken I felt. Werebears weren’t desert dwelling shifters - they couldn’t live like this. Isaac put a reassuring arm around my shoulders and guided us forward. It felt like crossing through a portal when we took that first step into bear territory simply because of the radical difference in our surroundings. Immediately, I could feel the shift in energy, too.

"I've been able to hear animals since I was a child. I've rescued more than I can count. This Greyridge bear's body is on the verge of shutting down. If we don't help it now, it'll die. "Do you know how many Greyridge bears are left? Around 5,000. They're nearly extinct. Even if there's some risk, we have an obligation to act." The car fell silent. Everyone looked at Petra with open admiration. "God, Petra really is something else. So beautiful and so kind to every living thing." "Seriously, she's an angel." The chatter went on. I was the only one unmoved, because I knew the truth about how the bear had died in my last life. It had not starved. It had been killed in the natural order of thin

Nadesya and Elder Freiderre walk toward us. “Thank you for your assistance in helping us find the Teller pack,” Nadesya says with a smile. “We can close that case now. The werebear Alpha told us that before leaving their ancestral lands, they'd destroyed the Chamber of Despair. The witch who created it had died too, killed by the devil, apparently.” “We're glad we could help,” I reply. “And we are so sorry about your mate, Alpha King, and sincerely hope that you can find her. If you need any official level assistance from the Supernatural Council, please feel free to notify us. We will do everything in our capacity to help.”

But my legs were rooted to the spot, my entire being consumed by the chaos unfolding before me. Caleb, recovering from his fall, charged once more, his makeshift weapon raised high. He was a force of nature, driven by the need to protect, to fight against the looming threat. The bear, sensing the combined resolve of its adversaries, let out a final, frustrated growl before retreating into the depths of the forest, its dark form disappearing amongst the trees.

At myself, at my bear, at the world for being so cruel. I just want it to end. If it were up to me, I'd let them do what they've come to do, but all my bear wants to do is fight. With a growl, I try to pull him as hard as I can, grabbing and pulling down as I try to force my way up. It's no use. He has become too strong. I sink back inside myself with a sigh as he growls at my brother. “We tried.” Cristian says as he lets his polar bear approach. My filthy bear watches with adrenaline coursing through his veins as Cristian explodes into a roaring white polar bear.

I point to my hand-drawn map. “Nah. If it' s a dragon, I’ll check for eggs to harvest.” He looks at the map closer. “That’s the ridge we passed last week?” “Yeah. If you see anything else, send a mindlink. I’m confident you won’t, though.” I turn to Marco. “Two werebears and a goblin to the east, Big Guy.” “Suena bueno.” He takes off his shirt. “Sending Clash in. Do we know what the bear spirits’ breeds are?”