Karma Wilson Bear Books Novels & Stories

He shook his head repeatedly, waving his paws around. Ky tackled the bear from the side. He held him down on the muddy ground and bit down the brown’s neck. The attack didn’t stop. Even when the brown slowed down, his movements tired, Ky continued to bite and tear at the other bear’s neck. He didn’t stop until the other bear quit moving altogether. A cold chill ran down her spine along with a thread of fear. She watched Ky stand and turn to her. Still a bear and still looking mighty pissed.

As he says, he grabs my hand and picks me up. "What're you doing? Put me down, now!" I cry out. George Howard, who's walking the dog not far away, comes up quickly to stop. "What're you doing, Leo Wilson?" He stops in front of us. "She's my wife, and you're not qualified to stop me!" Leo Wilson says and looks at him, eyes becoming red. Looking at Leo Wilson's fierce eyes, I remember when he kills a brown bear at Jade Mountain. So, I say to George Howard, "Leave it alone, I can figure it out!"

"Not talk. It's more like she's able to sense these animals. A deep exchange on what I'd call a soul-frequency level." "And this bear told you it wouldn't bite." "Yes. It told me it was hungry and that it just wanted something to eat. It wouldn't hurt us. I could feel it." "Then why did it bite someone?" "Because it was starving. Bears lose control when they're that hungry. It really didn't intend to hurt us. I could feel it. It was just acting on a predatory instinct." The judge looked at her for five seconds, then turned to the witness stand. "Counsel for the plaintiff, please present your evidence."

“I’ll be right behind you. Do not shift. If that bear is after you, it’s to mate with Qadira. Malcolm will shift and, if needed, he’ll carry you.” I scream as the bear lifts up on his hind legs and slams his huge paws onto the top of the truck, denting it in. “GO NOW!” Levi shouts, opening the door and tossing me outside. “RUN!” I see the bear sniffing the air and I leap up and begin to run. The bear growls and then I hear huge paws coming after me. I’m used to the sound of Alpha wolves racing through the forest, but this? This makes a wolf’s pounding paws sound like butterfly wings. This animal is at least five times larger than Malcolm or Qadira.

Anthony explained. Willow sniffed the area and caught an unfamiliar scent. She looked at her mates. “What is that? I have never smelled anything like it.” Before Anthony could respond a rather large grizzly bear emerged from the right side of the cabin. He just looked at the trio and snorted before walking to the cabin door. “Holy hell,” Fox said as he stepped in front of Willow trying to protect her. “Anthony, are you crazy?” “No. That is Jericho. Come in, I will introduce you.” Anthony motioned to the door which was left open. “His name is Josephine and she is six months pregnant and she is a bear as well.”

Holding her shoulders, I explained, “We don’t hate bears, honey. But… they could be dangerous right now. They’re all pretty grumpy about some things that happened a few years ago. Until that gets sorted out, we need to be extra careful.” Elva nodded, soaking in my words. Then she held out her bear toward me. “Do we report Mr. Fuzz Bear?” My heart cracked down the middle. How could I possibly, properly explain this situation to Elva, a child? She couldn’t see the difference between wolves and bears. To her, they were all her tea-party guests. “No, Elva,” I said, gently pushing Mr. Fuzz Bear back toward Elva. “Mr. Fuzz Bear is a bear we can trust. It’s every other bear that we see that we must

"A bear shifter?” “Surprised?” Marcus plucked the book from her unresisting hands and flipped over to a page he seemed to know well. It depicted the love interest’s first transformation into a bear, the first time he honestly bared himself wholly to the female lead. “Bears are so rare in these stories, and that's what drew me to it. It's almost impossible to find stories about anything other than wolves or foxes. And, well, the love interest in this one had a sort of, albeit morally dubious, happy ending with his True Mate. I guess I have a soft spot for it." Vivienne arched an eyebrow. "A morally dubious happy ending, you say?"

In his gaze there was an amazing spark of intelligence, unusual for an animal. So they stood opposite each other - the dog studied the girl, and the girl studied the dog. The dog had incredible blue eyes. Anika had never seen anything like this before. The fur, completely black and shiny, shimmered in the sun. A beautiful and well-groomed dog. True, it was not possible to decide on the breed. Similar to a shepherd, but very large, probably the size of a St. Bernard, if not larger. If she stood on her hind legs, she would definitely be taller than the girl. Probably one of a rare breed or a cross, and one that could be worth a lot of money. This made Anika think that she could have been kidna

Kaya's face fell. I looked at her, and she read my lips as I said, "In the spring, we will get a bear, okay." She nodded. Len added. "We will get one before we head home, okay." She signed, "Okay." I looked at Robert. "So tell me, was it what you thought it would be?" "Alpha, it was better. I felt close to the earth, and it is hard to explain when I ate. It was like I was wild and the awesome howling, too." Mark quipped. "That would explain what we heard earlier." We had heard wolves howling earlier in the day; that was the five of them. Dinner went by fast. George told jokes, and everyone was laughing. It was nice to just be and not have to worry about anything.

"Omar said he left orange ribbons tied to trees that led in the direction of the cabin. We just need to find them." For now it seemed the tension from earlier was forgotten and the girls worked together again, spreading out along the track to hunt down the little breadcrumbs their helper had left for them. They needed to move quickly as well, even as werewolves they would eventually start succumbing to the stresses of the freezing cold air and they were already starting to tire from their arduous trek through the Wyoming wilderness. Being low-born shifters, they weren't blessed with wolven forms so couldn't rely on a thick pelt to protect them.