Mor'du Brave Bear Novels & Stories

This was bizarre, though as long as this too wasn't some kind of mental break- better than just hearing disembodied voices. "We have been granted a boon, Song of Strength." The bear raised her head with great effort. Looking Melody in the eye. "I am" The name of the bear wasn't a word, it was a picture, of the Milky Way as dancing ribbons of the northern lights moved with the sparkling stars in the crisp clean Alaskan air. "I am old, my days of cubs are long gone, my lands no longer fruitful." The bear paused, great coughs wracking the enormous body. Melody could hear the rattle of the creature's lungs, the bear was nearly dead. Thousands of miles from her home, talking to Melody in her mind

On the ground, the bear tribe stomped off toward the enemies. The second-in-command bear with reddish-browned fur started to shout as soon as they were springing across the ground with their bat. “Attack the enemy. Never let them escape!!!!” Boom! Boom! The massive feet and heavy bodies of the bears curved the land, creating a sort of signature. The ground left the evidence that the bears were here fighting every inch of their lives. Oldie who was protecting Conan who was just standing while slurping the lollipop inside his mouth looked ahead, grinding his teeth.

Chen sighed. Ah Yin smirked and looked towards the group. She felt a strange breath from the cage that felt a little too strange. "Brother Tan, the Tough-clawed Bears are said to be the descendants of the legendary Duskgold Dreadclaw Bear!" The lanky man wearing blue-furred robes gazed at two snarling beasts with an amazed expression. The burly man set the carriage and glanced at the lanky youth before shaking his head, "Brother Bai, don't believe everything you hear. They are just slightly stronger defensive beasts."

Every shifter there returned with a loud roar or howl. We all started running, with Koda taking the lead. As we ran, I truly enjoyed the wind in my face and the thrill of running through the forest, dodging tree limbs, bounding over fallen logs and tree roots. We stopped by the lake, and I walked over to it to get a drink, then I looked at myself. What kind of bear am I? Just then I heard my bear speak for the first time, “Hello Elisa. I am Adele. I am a rare Blue Bear. Selene felt I would be perfect to be able to handle your magic and the rest of the beings in here.” I smiled, “Well, hello, Adele. It’s nice to meet you. I guess I had never heard of a Blue Bear, but apparently, they are pret

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.

"How did you become so clever, my liege?" "Oh, that's quite easy. I watched your mistakes very closely and learned from them." With that, Dmitri flashed from the cabin, his laughter echoing off the walls. *** "Yes, Patreous, you are going back home. Don't make me tie you up and carry you over my shoulder." Mandy's hands rested on her hips. "I will eat your eyeballs out if you try," the young bear threatened. "Well that's a disgusting thought, but even without my eyeballs I can beat you to your cabin."

Its massive jaws tore into my abdomen, ripping out a chunk of flesh, and my intestines spilled out grotesquely. With blood dripping from its jaws, the bear attacked again, sinking its teeth into my arm and thigh. The searing pain forced a scream from my throat, a sound so raw it barely felt human. Yet Damon and Bonnie remained hidden behind a tree, watching my torment with glee. When the bear finally left, Damon and his lover sauntered over to me. His face twisted in disgust at the sight of my mutilated body, blood still pouring from the gaping wounds, bones visible beneath the shredded flesh. He spat on me and then, with a casual flick of his foot, kicked my intestines aside.

Seeing still more flooding over the bridge and around the house, Mardichi winced. The barbarian’s shoulders slumped. Not good. The barbarian threw back his head to roar. “Bast!” What? The answer came in Mardichi’s mind. “More!” Mardichi ordered. I’m coming. Bast assured, huffing. “Faster!” He heard Bast grunting in his mind. “And bring yer blades.” I have them. Mardichi returned to crushing the animals with his behemoth fists, as he walked through them. One latched onto his forearm, and he grabbed its throat. Crushing its windpipe in a viselike grip before tossing it like rubbish.