Mor'du Brave Bear Novels & Stories

Merlina's P.O.V I exit the forest, limping on my right ankle as it endured so much pain from falling on rocks and being stabbed by branches. Based on the amount of time I've been running, it seems like it's safe to come out the forest now. I drag my body out of the dark, dead woods as I see a sports car sitting along the road. A smile spreads across my face as I think of freedom and the help I could receive. I walk closer to the car trying the get some help to take me to calabasas but the closer I get to the car the more clear I can see the faces.

When you’ve hunted for the mafia, killed people they didn’t want to bloody their hands with, and taken out whole families, nothing sane remained. The little shit fired off a sloppy shot as I came at him. His movements were slow, almost clumsy - a reminder of his human frailty. And I dodged the bullet, not that it would’ve mattered much since my pain tolerance and healing ability were far above average. He fell backward and my wolf snarled, wanting to clamp its teeth around his throat. “Please.” He tried to get away, crab-walking backward; his face nearly green. “Here. Here’s a purse. It’s got money in it. I-I saw the broad go to the ATM.”

"They are the size of the legendary Dire wolves. Brand's wolf comes almost up to my shoulder on his flat feet. His teeth are as fearsome as the Háhyrnir (killer whale) that roamed our sea." Astrid witnessed his Adam's apple bob and his face drain of color in terror. "You are lying," he declared, but the quiver in his voice betrayed his deepening fear. "I am not," she assured him. She tried to muster up a look of concern for him, though she was not at all convinced she was pulling it off. "Save yourself, Leif. Show me where the baby is. Brodi is merciful. If you abandon your plan and confess, I'm sure you will survive. If you do not…"

“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.

Atwood The past few days have been a blur. Ever since Ruby found and killed the Bear in the forest, my men and I have been scrambling to make preparations. The Bear’s presence on our castle grounds only means one thing: they’re getting braver. I’m impressed with Ruby’s ability to kill the Bear the first night she shifted, however. This must mean that her wolf is extremely powerful, far more so than any other hybrid that I’ve encountered. What makes her so powerful, though, still baffles me.

“It’s rumored that you’re a very skilled man, Mr. Bear. Since you’ve only brought one man with you, you must be confident you’ll be able to take me down here.” Among the men who worked under Donald, Bear was the only one Donald highly valued—he was loyal enough to die for Donald, after all. As for his fighting skills, even Edison was not as competent as he was. Bear was a professional fighter before working for Donald. He was the type of fighter who would sign a contract to fight to the death in Southeast Eurasia’s underground fighting arenas. As long as he wanted to fight, he would fight his opponent to the death—all his opponents would only end up dead or gravely disabled.

He let loose a low growl, the hair on his neck and back rising up, his tail out straight behind him. The bear heard him and answered back with one of its own. Nope, this was going to get ugly, it was determined to get whatever it wanted. His anger at this situation finally hit him full force, the adrenaline pumping into his blood, and something else, something unique to his kind. His muscles started to ripple, the fire in his eyes burned fiercely, glowing red-hot. He drew in a huge breath, filling his lungs to maximum capacity. The growl that started was too low for a human to hear, but the bear heard it. Dagomarus let it rip through his throat, pushing it out with all of his anger and power

Fortunately, Qin Haodong just wanted to teach him a lesson, so he did not use all his strength. Great Bear just had some superficial wounds, which was not a big deal for him. He got up, roared like a beast and rushed toward Qin Haodong with his fists, which were as big as clay pots. Qin Haodong did not dodge and instead let his fists hit him in the chest. The onlookers uttered a cry of surprise. They clearly knew how strong Great Bear was. This guy once killed a mad bull with his fists. This weak young man might even be killed by Great Bear this time.

Rex exclaimed, instantly feeling terrible he may have inadvertently injured an animal in his attempt to win. “They use the azoth bear because in its curled-up stance, it becomes incredibly durable, able to withstand a fair bit before succumbing, this bear has been Shurr’s companion for almost 10 years now” Rector said, stroking the bear under its chin, causing it to growl playfully. “So why use the bear instead of an actual ball?” Rex asked, using an alive animal in such an intense game seemed a little silly. “Because over time the outer shell toughens with the impacts it takes, this is only one stance these bears have, battle mode is entirely different” Shurr replied, walking up to them and

Andy’s dad, Dave, is a nice guy, but I ain’t never seen him in bear form. Bronx tells me he’s a docile Kodiak bear named Maskwa. Clash says a docile bear is impossible. I’m not sure what to believe. In the military, they trained me to disable threats. If Maskwa decides he’s going to become a threat to Andy or anyone else in my pack, I’m gonna disable him.