Hibernating Bear Craft Novels & Stories

The metal bear then stands slowly, reaching about ten feet tall. "You pick the wrong person," then the eyes on the bear turn bright red, and the arms stretch out and open its sleeve with a minigun, similar to the laser turret. "Eat this fuckers!" Gunnar had the bear shoot the two lasers at the enemy, destroying them and the laser turret as they both exploded. The mixed human flesh and metal chunks fell from the Skye, and meat landed before me. I'm used to cutting people and seeing blood pouring out, but a piece of human meat is different.

I could feel the resistance, the raw power of the bear's mind pushing back against mine, but I held on, steadily gaining control. Once the bear was under my influence, I turned my attention to my blood manipulation ability. I extended my hand toward the other bear as drops of my blood levitated in the air, forming into sharp, pointed shapes at my command. The blood gleamed in the light as I solidified its form, transforming it into deadly weapons. As I directed the blood projectiles toward the second bear, the creatures roared and charged. Swiftly, I commanded the controlled bear to intercept the other one, buying me precious moments to focus on my next move.

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.

Down here in the subterranean Beast Pits, the silence was absolute, broken only by the rhythmic scrape of my wooden tool against the damp stone floor. Behind the heavy four-inch iron bars of the eight cages, the apex predators remained frozen in the dark. The colossal Void-Bear didn't move a muscle; the caged Razor-Tusk Hounds lay with their black snouts pressed flat against the wet granite, their wild instincts entirely paralyzed by the quiet, royal silver aura humming beneath my skin. I pushed the last pile of dried debris into the central drain channel, my silver-tinted eyes scanning the high stone ceiling. Ten minutes until the midday horn, I estimated, my pulse calm and steady. Morrigan

I comply, standing beside and a bit behind Erik while the bear does what he needs to do. It lays down, closes its eyes, and seemingly starts to shrink. It's a bit creepy looking for a moment, not gonna lie, as its black beady eyes disappear and are replaced with very human-like blue ones. Its limbs start to shrink and almost look freeze dried for a second. It's fur kind of... dissolves into the air. In just a few moments, the bear has become the boy from my dreams, and I felt a surge of satisfaction at finally getting to lay eyes on him for real, face to face, in person.

"We hunt bears in the North." "Nobody told me!" Holly stammered in horror. "So are they... baby bears, or...?" "Of course not. Every single prey is a fully grown male, nearly two meters tall. They’re fast, strong, and can crush a skull with a single swipe. Better watch out while you hunt." Holly’s voice shook, "What weapons do you use? Where are the rifles?" Eason rolled his eyes, "You are a goddamn werewolf! Who needs fucking rifles? We kill bears with our bare hands. Hey Luna, Sid caught 8 bears last year all by himself. You are his mate. Now don’t tell me you are afraid?"

“Well, let’s hope they all traveled north for the spring.” Z laughed. “Not many Polar Bears in this area anymore. A few may come this way during winter but their numbers are dwindling. Long ago, bears used Capeaway cave as their home. There has been little sign of them for several years. “What a shame,” she said. “We need to put our crimps on now.” He pulled two pairs of adjustable crimps from his pack. “Hold on to me and bend your left knee. I’ll put the crimp on for you.” The spiked metal gadget went on easy, which is why he chose this brand. He fitted her right foot before donning his own.

He sets it on the counter and opens it; it's full of first-aid and other medical supplies. Once he seems to be done picking stuff out, I lift the hinged lid back over to see the artwork — wolves all gathered under a full moon, some sitting, some standing, and one on its hind legs. I run my fingertip along the thin groves of the wolf on its hind legs. Someone clearly handmade this. "Is this old?" I ask as Harvey works on himself. "Probably," he says while discarding the old bandages, "There's a lot of stuff like it in the house."

‘Bears only have single cubs. When they are about to deliver, the sows will build a small den away from the sleuth to protect their cubs. Their mates guard the sows while they deliver. The labor is done in animal form due to the size of the cubs. For the better part of their first year, infants choose to remain in their bear forms. They feel safer and are more sturdy. They know how to move around on their own and will feed and act just like a bear. At around 2 years of age, they will become human and will remain human until roughly their 15th birthday. Sows are pregnant for about 10 months just like a human. Again, your mate will guide you through this and explain everything to you.’

said Hans, with a satisfied face. "You're right... We are lucky because Dira also prefers to live with us here," Aefar replied, smiling while stroking Anindira's hair. "You're right," Hans smiled proudly. "Hans, you must have gone hunting quite far..." said Halvir. ''Eum... I found a bear that was hibernating, but it's still very difficult to find the whereabouts of other animals. It seems they haven't returned from migration yet,'' Hans replied, he added to his words while tearing the bear, skinning it, and processing it for cooking.