Mor'du Brave Bear Novels & Stories

“Mister, play with me!” Rowan’s expression softened immediately. “Of course, Princess Calla,” he said, bowing his head. “Sir Rowan the Brave is at your service.” Her eyes lit up. “Then you have to save Bear Bear from the dragon!” He reached for the stuffed bear and gasped dramatically, holding it aloft. “The dragon is fierce! But don’t worry, I’ll protect you both.” He made a silly growling noise that was so uncharacteristic of him I nearly choked on my laughter.

"Ah Terror my darling, I knew you would come rescue me. However why are you with those mutts?" One scrawny looking witch with pointy ears and a raspy voicewhisper yelled. We figured Terror must be the name she gave the polar bear. "I am not Terror Marge and I am certainly not your darling. My name is Teddy and I am here to pay you back for all you did me. Oh I will multiply everything by ten !" The bear said it with such vehemence that even I feared for Marge. She lifted her wand and muttered some gibberish but nothing happened.

Just the inner circle, Darius, Garrett, Vera, Morrigan, Kyle, and me. “We cannot keep fighting blind,” Marcus said, wincing as he shifted in his chair. "We need to know what we are facing.” “We got a better look at it during the attack,” Garrett said. “It was not a bear. It moved on four legs but could rear up to eight feet tall. Dark fur, massive jaws, intelligent eyes.” “And fast,” Kyle added. “Faster than anything that size should be.” “Did anyone get close enough to smell it?” Darius asked.

The bear yawned. I looked back at Cassio worriedly, is the bear really leaving him? “Mister bear.” I cleared my throat, “His legs would ache real bad when he gets there.” “Please call me Scymodus, pretty wolf. And as for that boy, he can transform if he likes, otherwise he should walk.” Scymodus shrugged. I looked back at Cassio who was still ranting as he ran after us. “Alright, alright. I’ll just go pick him up, because of you though.” Scymodus paused, sighing before slowly sitting.

“Look,” one of the Barbarians stated, his finger pointing at Magma. “They are about to get serious,” he added. The other nodded his head in agreement. Magma had returned his axe to his dominant right hand, and his aura was steadily climbing up again. The Ice Bear had extended its formerly retracted claws as well. Each claw was as long as Magma and was extremely sharp. Its aura climbed up steadily as well as both – man and bear – prepared to clash once more.

The bear’s eyes glinted in the moonlight, and it let out a low growl, its breath visible in the cold air. Damien stepped forward, summoning his wolf as his eyes flashed a deep golden hue. The bear, sensing the dominance in Damien’s stance, hesitated. They locked eyes for a moment, a silent battle of wills. Damien didn’t flinch, his wolf’s presence exuding authority, a natural command that few creatures dared challenge. After what felt like an eternity, the bear let out a huff and turned away, lumbering back into the forest.

Long Hu'er said pointing at the bear who ran into the cave. BOOMMM... RAAARRR! "It is indeed very strong, she can go into her rampage mode." Long Ro'er noticed the change of the mother bear feeling very amazed. "Even so, she is still not sister Ro'er's opponent." Long Du said with a mocking smile looking at the big bear. BOOMMM... ARRRRRRR...! ARRRRRRR!!!

, and he leaned his forearms on his knees as he considered her request. Rori’s breath almost caught in her throat as she watched the muscles ripple in Murdok’s arms and when he began to make a rumbling sound deep in his chest, she shot her eyes immediately back to his only to find a warm, pleasant expression on his face, “I do not know what that is,” he confessed and as Arthur rumbled a slight amused laugh Rori was relatively certain she saw a flash of embarrassment in the great dragon’s eyes, and she shrugged before reaching out to touch his fingers, bringing his attention back to her. “Well the tomahawk is a large, usually thirty-six ounce cut of beef that--” Murdok did not let her finish,

One yelled and immediately spun on his heels and took off running. Bear let out a grunt, his way of laughing at the idiots that took off running. “Don't see that very often,” Godrick said as he came forward with Bear, making him look like a demonic bear racing through the woods with red eyes. This only seemed to scare everyone even more. Bear frowned when after five minutes of being in their territory, he still had yet to kill anyone. Every one of Donald's men took off screaming about a demonic bear as soon as they saw him.