Dread Bear Novels & Stories

“What’s going on? How’s everything?” “Not good. We need to talk. Meet me at the clan offices.” “Just give me a few minutes and I’ll be there.” DYLAN sounded like he’d been asleep, so TALEN knew he’d probably get there before DYLAN did. TALEN transported to the hills his headquarters and clan offices were located and found the building’s inside being torn apart by three younger bears he wasn’t familiar with. He roared, finally allowing his bear to take control. The suns rose, bringing light into the dimly lit room. TALEN dashed forward, knocking one of the young bears off his feet and clawing at the guy in the chest. His brown fur immediately matted with blood from the gash TALEN cut across h

Just that little contact has me sober and wide awake. I’m going to need more gin but that may just lead to more trouble. Why is it so hot in here? “A Drop Bear?” Bullshit. “What do they look like?” “They’re kinda like Koalas, but they have pointy teeth and drop out of the trees and bite people.” I eye her suspiciously. “That sounds stupid. You’re pulling my leg.” “I’m not.” “Both my legs, you’re pulling both legs now.” “Are you calling me a liar?” She slurs her words and lifts her eyebrow.

I said looking over at them for a moment. Naremi shook her head. “Sorry but until we bury our enemies, you’ll have to deal with a triple shadow.” She said. I sighed and went back to looking at dish sets. I heard Dante walking behind me and suddenly, he started sniffing the air. “Dante? What is it?” I asked. “I can smell the stench of a bear. It’s faint but I smell it…” Dante said walking around to my left side. Naremi came closer to me as well.

Then I hear a small groan, like Hayden’s just been woken up too. “Uhh, if you’re not out here, then who is?” “I thought you said Gordon the Ghoul was just pretend,” Hayden says, sleep still heavy in his voice. “He is, but whatever’s out here is very much alive and kicking.” “Do you need me to come out and rescue you?” Langston calls to me. “Maybe we should all just stay where we are,” I say. The last thing I want is to have a bear attack me. But then the scratching is back, and now I know I’m doomed. I scream, hoping the bear gets scared by it and runs off. But all I hear is laughing. And I’d know that laugh anywhere.

Betty’s eyes locked unto his and she saw a flicker or something there, something that made her wonder what her captor had in mind for her. Walking down the hallway with the guard to see the boss, Betty's eyes noticed something familiar on the left hanging on the wall, a painting caught her attention. It was a black canvas with a single, bold image: a black angry bear with its face filled with rage and its teeth exposed ready to devour anything on its part, it’s eyes filled with hate and bitterness. Betty's heart skipped a beat as she felt a shiver run down her spine. The bear looked eerily familiar, reminiscent of a painting in her family house.

and we sped up, I howled and others joined in and I felt the Supremes hovering above us cheering us on, the bears came out behind us that were lurking in the trees, no one wanted to miss this. ****** T.J./Dread I watched the whole shit go down, Moira was a witch, I never felt fear like that, she loved her kids and was more worried about them than the fact she was going to be killed for treason. I admire that and I was glad they decided not to kill her, I was going to advocate for my grandmother to be imprisoned but when I saw that it was her behind almost killing my mate, my anger took over and I just wanted her gone. I miss my grandmother but the betrayal was too deep and I made a promise t

Tears overflowed my eyes. “Then tell me who’s hurting you, Spade.” The sudden tone change startled me. “I don’t know. A monster.” I covered my face. “I’m scared. Please, come and help me.” “Do you want this to end?” The voice hardened. “Yes.” “Then answer me honestly, Spade. No more lying.” She sounded angry now. “I swear I’m not lying. It’s a man without a face. A tall man with a tattoo of a snake on his right hand. He’s scary. His eyes are red. He’s a monster. Please, help me.”

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.

The insects had stopped their chirping, and the wind had died down to a stagnant breath. From the darkness of a hollowed-out oak, two glowing, amber eyes ignited. It wasn't a wolf. It was a Scourge-Bear—a creature corrupted by the dark magic that bled from the Shadow Packs to the north. It stood eight feet tall, its fur matted with a black, oily substance that smelled of rot.

Although the howl didn't last long, my energy was drained just to endure the deafening sound. My body almost fell to the ground if my brain didn't give me the command to stay alert. I cast my gaze forward. The bear monster had thick white fur similar to a polar bear, it was about three stories tall. The beast had two pairs of arms and two legs, with a fat, flabby body.