Dread Bear Novels & Stories

How the fuck did that happen? Not seconds later, Vivian cried out all of a sudden, her petit frame crumpling to the floor, clutching her chest. I knew that look. I headed towards her when the door crashed in. My heart sped up as I eyed the shifter before me. The bear stood at almost 8 feet, his dark brown fur matted and mangy. His larger-than-life frame filled the doorway, breaking the frame away as he came crashing in. Shit. I only had seconds to think and shifted to my black wolf, Dacia.

Andy’s dad, Dave, is a nice guy, but I ain’t never seen him in bear form. Bronx tells me he’s a docile Kodiak bear named Maskwa. Clash says a docile bear is impossible. I’m not sure what to believe. In the military, they trained me to disable threats. If Maskwa decides he’s going to become a threat to Andy or anyone else in my pack, I’m gonna disable him.

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.

Something felt wrong and off, like the air pressure had changed and I couldn't quite catch my breath. I pushed through the garden gate and stopped dead. Drey was there but everything about him was different. He was standing next to a motorcycle I'd never seen before, all black and sleek. It looked more dangerous. His car was nowhere in sight. He was dressed in all black too, leather jacket that looked expensive and fit him perfectly, dark jeans, boots. His grey eyes were hidden behind sunglasses that made him look like he'd walked off a movie set. Everything about his posture was different, harder somehow and a little bit more aggressive. Like he was ready for a fight.

Plus, my doctor said my hormones were out of balance, and I needed a way to relieve the stress. However, I already had a wolfhound at home. Salem Tarr would definitely have taken issue with it. Sensing my hesitation, the vendor kicked the beastkin. "Get up and show the lady your muscles." The beastkin rose to his feet slowly. Chains bound his body, and he could only remove his black T-shirt with one hand, instantly revealing his lean, pale muscles. However, his skin was covered in bruises and scars.

Carley “Rydikins said B-Team has made into the house to extract Alpha,” Ali says as we park our stolen SUV two houses down from the suburban home my Death Bear is being held in. “That’s a relief. I hope Star Bear is okay,” I mutter. “I’m sure Jase is. Axe likes to groom young men, but he likes them to be willing, at least. He doesn’t physically force the issue. He breaks his victim down mentally until they beg him for any scrape of affection he will give them.”

“It was nightmares. They started when I was 15 I would see these most hideous beast, animal’s that can only be found in your imagination. Most of the time I would be in the woods of a mountain called Aurelia Spires and I would have a weapon to kill them with like a bow and arrow or a long sword and a shield. Then a week before I turned 16 I had a dream about being out with my friend in the woods, we were camping there and this beast emerged from the bushes. I still remember the screams coming from my friend as the monster rips him to shreds before I have a chance to do anything. The monster looked like a bear but bigger, it had the head of a reptile and its colouring was so dark; it looked l

Baron made a funny face and went to his room "Won't you come get a hug, sweetheart?" Dawn called "Leave me alone!!" Baron shouted from his room, feigning anger. Over dinner that night, Juana was moody. As much as she loved and enjoyed celebrating birthdays, she was afraid. It was a regular thing for her to see something mysterious on the right preceding her birthday.

Why not have it transferred to a remote location? The Don scratched his unshaven jaw and scowled. Why did he get the feeling that they were being led along like blind fools? That this entire affair was a staged one? Shrugging into his Kevlar vest, he turned to look at the Bear. The man was beside himself with grief. Apparently, his sister had died, leaving the child with him, in his custody; the Bear’s wife was a silent spirit, hiding in the shadows, rarely venturing out of the kitchen. They were a childless couple. But the Bear’s mother was a bent old woman who peered at her guests and tried to speak to them in her broken English.