Regular Show Death Bear Novels & Stories

(Bear Man) Like lifting a sandbag in the air, The Bear Man Vendors lifted the mercenary that were still in pain from his cut fingers, and choke slammed him onto the cement floor of the wet market, making a little crater on the floor and instantly knocking out the mercenary. The Bear Man rips open his bloody overalls and let out his beastly shouts, invoking his war call upon the Mercenary, as he locked into his second target, a mercenary right in front of him.

My gaze drew to the bear on the ground and my heart sped up, dreading how it'll end up, hoping it won't. The cheers and whistles carried through the wide atmosphere, almost deafening me. They soon began a chant for him to kill off the bear, to rip out its jugular. Once he sunk his claws into its sides, the cheers increased along with my fear. No... Just then, Lan's feral gaze drew to the crowd, connecting with my wide eyes. The voices seemed to mute out as our gazes held. Then to my shock, he retracted his claws. . . letting go of his kill. Moments passed before the bear limped up and slinked back to its cave.

I ran up behind that bear and leapt off the ground and landed on his back with my claws dug into his chest while I was clinging to him and he was swinging around trying to get me off his back. I could feel his blood trickling down from where my paws were piercing his skin and he let go of Axel and tried to concentrate on me and he let out a loud roar in pain. Beau, Axel and Cole all got to their feet again and they charged at the bear while I wouldn't let go and attacked him around the neck and legs. He finally buckled and fell to the ground and Axel took the last fatal blow, ripping his throat open but needing to slash him seceral times to get to his throat properly and I stayed where I was

He looks so happy. “Is that bear staring at us?” The beach-looking guy turns in my direction. Shit! I mentally kick myself for staring too long at them. Thinking quick on my paws, I pretend to be searching for something on the shore, using my paw to scrap through the small rocks. Dirt and lake slim get under my claws and I internally gag from the feeling. Just be a normal bear… Wait… how do normal bears act? “That’s one puny-looking bear.” Beach guy laughs.

I was certain that I knew this one and leaned towards Rai. "A death God is nearing, we should introduce ourselves," I mumbled softly and prepared to stand. My eyes began to glow at the numerous Kasa-obake (ghosts) that were coming out of the forest. My mother perked up instantly and watched each spirit with a curious gaze. The Death God followed, its red eyes darted around the area. The dark creature had brought its mate with him and the pair approached Rai and I in deep black wispy tendrils. I told Rai to change into Grim as I changed into my black Death mist. I noticed my mother had changed as well and was coming to our sides, my father and his lady friend were nowhere to be seen making me

“It’s okay. I got to kill a bear.” It was funny watching both of them sag their shoulders in jealousy. “I wanna kill a bear…” Beau whined.

I knew she wasn't second guessing us as her pack but she wanted to make sure we understood that she was serious. "Yes. Of course. The parents I knew and loved, died years ago. When they didn't see the wrong in what they were doing then I lost them. Plus, this big bear is here and I wouldn't leave his side even if I died." My mate stated and chuckled at the end. I gripped her hand that was on my bicep. I hated it when she talked about dying. It pained me to know one day she might not be by my side.

He stepped forward, silent and controlled, his breath even. The mansion was secured—no one got in without his knowing. And yet, the unpredictability of the moment sent a dark thrill curling through his chest. The doorknob was cool under his fingers as he slowly pushed the door open. And what he saw— Was not at all what he expected. A scene straight out of a surreal, fucking fever dream. There she was. His Mini bear. Lounging in a massive tub, buried in a sea of white foam and soft steam, utterly oblivious to the fact that just seconds ago, he had been prepared to pull the trigger on an intruder.

But when he charged at me for a final, killing blow— I struck first. My hand dove into his chest, fingers closing around his still-beating heart. His body stiffened, eyes wide with shock. His claws, inches from my face, trembled. I leaned in, voice a whisper of death. "You should have killed me when you had the chance." Slowly and hard, I squeezed his heart in my fist. Connor gagged—a mixture of shock, pain, and shock. Then his enormous body slumped to the ground, his eyes fading out. The King of Bears was dead.

At something behind me, that snarled and thrashed and let out a horrible high keening as Nate’s finger lightning hit it dead-on. I managed to scramble up, turning over to get a better look and getting halfway out from under Nate. Chest to chest, we both stared at the twitching, smoking thing a couple of feet away. “Last I checked, bears don’t wear wrist watches,” Nate said, his voice high and shaky. We both turned our heads, our eyes met, and we dissolved into helpless laughter. Nate collapsed, his shoulders shaking. I levered myself up and offered him a hand, and we both inched a little closer. Definitely a human of some variety, definitely dead quite a while…but not so long that it didn’t