Hibernating Bear Craft Novels & Stories

teeth in deep. Elias' wolf digs his teeth at the back of the buck's neck and it dies within a seconds. My wolf start devouring the buck and he joins in. She has been wanting a deer for as long as I have. After they finish Elias' wolf is still nice and clean but my wolf looked like a toddler who just spread pasta all over themselves. She's such a slob but to be fair she never had to worry about how messy she got. Our wolves drag the buck back to the pack house together before my wolf darts over to the small pond next to the pack house. She rubbed herself on the smooth rocks in the shallow before leaping into the water and swimming about. Elias' wolf had some water and just watched us intentl

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?”

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.

It was a low, off-key humming, accompanied by the heavy, stumbling thud of boots through the undergrowth. Aarnold, a massive bear shifter who had been helping the centaurs with the heavy lifting earlier that day, staggered out from the tree line. He was clutching an empty clay jug that smelled of the fermented honey and mountain herbs the fairies called Sun-Fire Rum. His eyes were glazed, and he was swaying dangerously on his feet, clearly three sheets to the wind.

“But we got many pictures to choose from. We got Wamutori, this guy, I also got a white beaver—” “Well, Jai, ‘this guy’—” Saburo pointed to the Boraria Hard Tusk picture. “—is dangerous. Next time, just go to the north farm. They’re free to take and were already tame.” Jai shrugged. “Alright. We got many pictures using the device. Maybe we can sell them to someone if we don’t need them? You know, for extra money.”

It won’t hold them off for long, but it might be sufficient to purchase us a few time. Beyond the camp, the werebears have peaked the edge. They’re inside half a mile of us, and are tearing toward us with startling speed; before long we’ll be in run of their spells. At the front of the group is the greatest one I’ve ever seen: twice the measure of any polar bear, with snow white hide that stands in sharp differentiate to his dark heart. There’s no way it can be anybody but Cassius, the man capable for everything: the assaults, the cross examinations, the collusion between the most grounded clans. The kidnappings. Nyx’s detainment. I’m seeing red.

He exploded with full force in mid-air as a black glow shone around him, and a gigantic black bear began to form. The bear was over ten meters tall and looked fully sentient despite being conjured out of internal energy. It had bloodshot eyes, sending chills down anyone's spine in its presence. It was one of the ultimate moves of the Forgotten Valley—the Beasthaven Chant. The air constricted as the black bear appeared, making everyone feel like they were suffocated by a bloodthirsty aura. Ambrose's gaze narrowed at the sight of Ether attacking, his gaze turning bloodshot. That leftover bastard of a survivor from the Forgotten Valley sure was evil, waiting patiently to strike at the right tim

After all, the probability of meeting a group of White-Necked Talons Bear was about the same as being killed by a rock that fell from the sky while walking on the street. Caspian watched as the crowd left, and he sat on a White-Necked Talons Bear corpse, looking into the distance indifferently. Not far from him, Solana followed his order and took out the White-Mouthed Talons Bear's demon core. Then, she removed the flesh and skin from the intact bear's paws, leaving only its bones. The White-Mouthed Talons Bear's strongest asset was its paws. Moreover, its bones and nails were even harder than steel used to forge a seventh-grade weapon. Hence, it was a rare material for refining.

“I used to fix them for her and she’d be back as good as new. Don’t worry, in a few weeks, you’ll be back on your feet, trust me.” Emilia tried to smile at the man to express her gratitude but her face hurt too much. She licked her lips and tried to speak again. “Who…?” She managed to whisper. “Who am I?” The man answered. “I’m Hank. I poach baby bears around these woods. I got some tanners who pay me good money to bring them bear skins. They don’t like the grown ones, they prefer the cubs.” Revulsion bubbled up in Emilia’s belly. What kind of person kills bear cubs for their skin? Wasn’t that illegal?

Relief and triumph mixing into noise that felt almost desperate. But Kaden didn’t cheer. He was looking at the pile of stones. At the way some of them were starting to move again. Slowly. Rolling back together like they were being pulled by invisible strings. “It’s reforming,” he said. “The bear’s reforming.” The cheering stopped. Alina looked at the stones. “How long before it’s whole again?” “I don’t know. Hours? Days?” “Not long enough.” She looked at the sky, at the position of the moon. “We need to contain it. Like we did the grey wolf. Trap it before it can attack again.”