Hibernating Bear Craft Novels & Stories

The light from a fire jerked and writhed against the heavy stone walls that surrounded the small space. The smooth rock face went up some ten feet before curving inwards to create a ceiling that was painted inky black by the shadows. The naturally formed den was big enough for a small family to congregate. Mats and piles of furs were bundled tidily in one corner while primitive cushions littered the floor strategically. Treated hides had been stitched and then hung over the several exits that stopped this place from being a tomb to being a safe space.

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.

He wanted to hunt some place where he could gain some points quickly. The Tungsten Caves were actually a residence of a huge horde of Sacral Beasts named tungsten beetles and tungsten bats. These Caves had a rich amount of tungsten metal. Interestingly, the beasts that live there have also evolved with tungsten fused with their bodies, making them tougher and sturdier. Creed reached the Tungsten Caves in 6 hours by foot. He wanted to increase his Sacral Points and also get some soul crystals too. The artificial beast synthesis was his only option to increase his Saturation points by any significant margin.

My attention was ripped away from that scene when I heard an almighty roar that shook all of the buildings that came from the other end of the street. I looked back towards where it was coming from and they weren't werewolves, they were werebears. Colt had created werebears that had gone extinct almost 100 years ago. They were deemed too much of a threat and they were completely eliminated. How in the hell was he able to recreate them? They started charging down the road towards Jackson and our warriors and I could feel Jackson's mood change. At first it was shock but then he went into protection mode. He ordered me not to do anything. Not to use my powers on these bears because I would then