Michael Afton Bear Mask Novels & Stories

“Get on my back.” “W-what?” My eyes widened in disbelief. “I–i can't–” “Fine,” he stood up abruptly, brushing off dirt from his pants. “You can stay here since you've chosen death.” “Wait!” I called out desperately, as he was about to leave. The day was getting dark, and if the werebears didn't come for me, I'm sure some wild animal would have me for dinner. The masked man sighed for the umpteenth time before turning around and crouching in front of me.

He turned to me and I instantly noticed the change in his silver orbs, the golden-red color was so unique, As expected of a hybrid. "I'm fine". He said, his fangs were not out so I was relieved he was not affected by the smell of blood. "Let's go". I said and followed Aaron while I covered my nose with my hands. "Use this instead". Claudio said and handed me a black nose mask". "You are the best". I said and wore the mask. We followed Aaron till we reached the depth of the forest where bodies were laid like paper. On getting closer the gruesome marks on their body became visible to me.

The feel of a hand on my shoulder made me cringe, the person rounded and I came face to face with the man himself. He wore a balck suit with a white button up and black vest, he had no coat but he did have gloves on. He had his sleeves rolled up to show off a tattoo of a tree on his right forearm. He donned a dark green faceless mask with only holes where the eyes were. His eyes were a bright green, the black makeup around them made them stand out even against the green mask. He chuckled darkly and reached a hand out to touch my face. "Lily Axford, what a beautiful surprise." His voice was deep and gravely.

Even if they saw the resemblance— The eye color would throw them off. It's not like I can just wake up and change eye color. It doesn’t work like that. And then— “And let's not forget the mask,” Melina added. I nodded slowly. “…Yeah.” That too. Between the mask and the eyes— I had a shield. A strong one. I let out a long breath. One I didn’t even realize I had been holding. “Thank you, Mel…” My voice softened. “I feel… better.” She smiled slightly.

I asked Jason as he got out of the car. "Sure, check the compartment in front of you," Adrian replied as he shut the car door while walking into the cafe. I opened the compartment, but there was nothing in it, so I decided to check the one by the driver's seat. It was filled with lots of papers, but eventually, I found a power bank with a cord attached to it. As I pulled the power bank out, a mask fell out. I picked up the mask and examined it closely. It was a pure black mask.

I snap back, just as the door swings fully open. The man in front steps inside, holding a cattle prod, its metal tip gleaming ominously. He moves just enough to allow another man to enter, who silently sets a jug of water down on the rickety table before turning to leave. “Wait!” I shout, my voice sharp and urgent. The men pause, glancing back. “We will negotiate. What do you want?” I ask, trying to keep my tone calm despite the tension in the air. The man at the front turns his masked face toward me. His expression is hidden, but his posture radiates control. “We want nothing,” he says, his voice distorted, processed through some kind of modulator. It’s deliberate—a calculated move to ensur

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Mom rarely swore, but when she did, it was comedy gold. “Thanks, Mom,” I whispered, pulling away and sliding my white mask over my face. It was beautifully crafted: two silver wolves howling at the moon etched into the forehead, with thin black detailing that traced the cheekbones. The mask made me feel different—stronger, bolder. Like maybe I could fake bravery for one night. “I’m going to find Alpha and Luna Silvermane,” she said, squeezing my hand once before disappearing into the crowd. And just like that, the warmth of her touch vanished.

‎He had a high nose bridge, and a small pointed nose. ‎On his left brow rested a small scar that separated his thick brow into identical halves. ‎He was wearing a black face mask, engraved with a painting of a skull. ‎I couldn't see his lower face clearly but I could easily tell he was charming beyond words. ‎Even terrified as I was, I couldn't deny the fact that he was angelic. ‎His attire consisted of a sleeveless black garment, partially revealing his broad chest and large arms, emphasizing his ripped physique. On his left shoulder rested the number “50”

Jane murmured. Then the bear began to walk towards them, stopping two feet off them. Then it raised itself and stepped forward. Another roar tore through the woods, right in Michael's face, its saliva splashing over his vest. Michael stayed still, praying he would avoid a fight. The bear was hoping to see them move, but they didn't. It turned back slowly and walked into the woods. Michael’s knees were still shaking, and Kate’s body was drenched in sweat. Michael fell to his knees, his breath catching. “That was close. Wow, for a moment, just for a split second, I thought I was going to be in a ring with one of the fiercest beasts on land.”