Naga Polar Bear Dog Novels & Stories

The roar was deafening, resonating within me, rattling my bones. And then they appeared—two massive polar bears, their enormous frames slicing through the trees. Instinctively, I backed away from the window, a gasp escaping my lips. They were stunning, breathtakingly beautiful yet terrifying, their white fur glistening like freshly fallen snow, powerful and imposing; they charged with a strength that radiated authority. The wolves, for a fleeting moment, hesitated.

“That beast above you.” Arth raised his head. “What’s he talking ab—” His lips slowly parted in shock, seeing an enormous beast with a bulked-up body. No doubt, it was a bergora, a mixed breed of a polar bear and white gorilla. It stood on the high branches of the tall trees, its dark, brown eyes fierce enough to make Arth’s heart jump. Arth yelled a curse, swiftly stepping backward as the beast suddenly jumped from the branches. The ground shook as the beast landed, strong wind blasting hard.

Enthusiasm and courage are the words Nolan uses to describe Windy. Nolan smiled and nodded, "Then I'll hunt in the northeast." The two split up and ran in the chosen direction. But they never expected Ezra's enemies to have entered the forest long ago. The leader of the assassin group is a Wolf with a pretty special fur. It has a reddish brown coat that is different from the rest of the species. Next to it was a wolf with jet-black fur similar to Ezra. But if you look closely, you will see the difference between the two.

I stood in the center of the pit, my four paws dug into the blood-soaked sand. My vision wasn't human anymore; it was a high-definition map of heat and vibration. Nara was cowering. She scrambled back on all fours, her grey tail tucked tight against her belly. She had been built to be a predator, but in the presence of the White Wolf, she looked like a stray dog. "Nara, stand down!" Silas’s voice shrieked over the intercom, cracking with a greedy edge.