Hibernating Bear Craft Novels & Stories

The opening was now four feet wide. The light from our flashlights cut into the dark entrance hall. The floor was covered in wet leaves, broken glass, and white bones. A massive shape stood in the center of the hallway. It was a bear. But it was not a normal mountain bear. Its black fur was gone in patches, replaced by thick, gray scars and red sores from the radiation of the Burning. It was over seven feet tall, its shoulders broad and heavy. Its eyes were clouded with white cataracts, meaning it was almost completely blind.

Aidinth laughed, “You know her very well, Luna Abby.” Everyone laughed and I replied, “I’m very passionate about this cause. I want it to work out for you guys. I can’t stand the thought of you losing more werebears, but I love polar bears, and I don’t want them killed off either. Aren’t they endangered?” Denali replied, “Yes. We can’t hunt them or the Blue Bears.” I shook my head, “Wait. What? Blue Bears?” Denali chuckled, “Blue Bears are Glacial Bears. They’re beautiful and they are extremely rare. They’re our white wolves.” I chuckled, “I get it. I had just never heard of them. Why don’t we set a time for the next meeting, and I will include Koda on it?” Gideon smiled, “Koda Orson? Big bl

he ordered, his voice low. We shuffled forward, pressed against the rock face. As we rounded the bend, the source of the sound came into view, and my breath caught in my throat. It was not a man. It was not one of Renejay’s assassins. It was a bear. But unlike any bear I had ever seen or heard of. It was massive, its fur a startling, silvery-white, thick and shimmering in the harsh mountain light. Its shoulders were a mountain range of their own, and its paws, each the size of my head, were equipped with claws like curved daggers of obsidian. It stood on its hind legs, its nose twitching as it sampled the air, its small, intelligent eyes fixed directly on us.

It moved like liquid moonlight, leaving faint trails that danced in the air long after it passed. Finally, I went bigger. I imagined something powerful, something untamed. The light trembled, then exploded outward, taking shape as a bear—towering, radiant, its outline pulsing with waves of soft gold and white. The air hummed with energy, and I could feel the power vibrating through my fingertips. Phineas and Snow both watched in silence as the luminous bear lifted its head, gave a soundless roar, and slowly dissolved into a cascade of light, scattering like shooting stars.

Jameson spoke then, the only one of the bears who had been quiet the entire time. “We will not allow it. Bears do not mate or resonate with humans. It is impossible and unnatural. And any bear who ventures to do so will be kicked out of the council.” “Yes,” Elias continued. “Any bear who does such a thing will be cut off from the resources we provide. They will lose any and all protection they have enjoyed thus far.” “And they will be severely punished.” When Timber looked at Devlen, the shifter was pressing his lips together in a grim line.

The two men immediately crouched, making their way over in the direction that Wilbur had pointed in. Not long after, they stopped behind a huge rock as Wilbur said, "He's right in front. Get him." Ryder stuck out his head to peer ahead of him. The only thing that he could see five hundred meters ahead was a two-meter-tall Gobo, his muscles bulging as he hunched over the body of a large bear and was sucking on its blood. Gobo looked just like a feral beast at that moment, vicious and murderous. He was also impossibly powerful, able to take down a bear that weighed several tonnes. A regular human being would have been killed by such a beast on sight.

Three hours later three snow mobiles and a snow plow arrived. It was late that night before the bear was meat. Chet, his Dad, their two friends, and two guys from the Forest Service helped cut it up. The boys had brought bags to put the meat in. The Forest Service brought two big ice chests. Monica and I wrapped our share in butcher paper and put it in the freezer. We got to keep the skin. I had already picked a spot where it would be hung on the wall. The forest guys estimated it at seven foot and about five hundred pounds.

"Please, don't ask questions, just do me this small favor." I nodded. It was the least I could do. "Sure, where did you get it?" I knew the answer because I'd seen it in his memories, but I wanted to see if he'd tell me the truth. Christopher tied the soft leather holding the bear around my wrist. "I made it. Before I became a Hunter, I enjoyed making things like this." Once it was secure, he sighed. "Thank you." "Your wel - " With a twinkle he vanished.