Isaac We Bare Bears Novels & Stories

“Isaac” “Isaac” The voice keeps on calling me again, repeatedly. It is just like an echo that keeps on bouncing. I walk to find the voice who is calling me but I was surprised that I am no longer inside my apartment. I am in a forest and I heard different voices from different people and I can’t understand what they are saying. I heard a gunshot too that is why I got scared and hid in the tall grass to save myself from what was going on. I didn’t know what was happening but I could sense that it was not good. I heard the voices again and I saw them, they were looking for something. They are human-like but they are giants. Some of them have three eyes but most of them have seven faces and eac

The phrase crown of thorns resonated within him. “Crown of thorns…” murmured Juste, as he spaced out while remembering what his mother often used to tell him. “You have to be careful with these, Juste.” Saraise Isaacs was holding a thorny brown dried up stem with her gloved hands. The 4-year old fellhound child tilted his head. “What is it, mother?” “This is quite poisonous for you, Juste. Now, even for me.” She put the crown-like roll of stem inside a thick burlap bag. “This is the bane of our existence.”

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.

Issac The girls had walked out for a private chat. The two specimens Mouse had been using as play toys came out in nothing but low-slung jeans and rippling muscles. Damn was she one lucky girl. I glanced them over schooling my face from admitting I wanted to know just how large those packages were. A boy could dream, right? Sis better spill every fucking bean! And she would, once I got her talking in that chair it would be like a never-ending array of images I could savour.