Siberian Bear Hunting Armor Novels & Stories

Everyone in the mansion was busy, frantically moving from one point to another. She saw Liam and the other soldiers from the Delta Elite getting ready with all their combat gear. This is really not necessary for them, but according to Solana, it helps them from initial attacks from the hunters which use wolfsbane to weaken and crippled them. The gear shields them, especially the hunters were very traditional, they prefer the use of bow and arrow instead of guns.

He believed in presence. At exactly midday the side doors opened. August entered first, black armor polished to a dull gleam, cloak thrown back over his shoulders, face expressionless. Behind him came two Deltas carrying the ceremonial fur pelt, winter-white wolf, taken from the largest male ever hunted in the northern ranges. They laid it carefully across the seat.

“Outsiders.” More figures emerged from the treeline — dressed in dark armor, faces covered in sigil-etched masks. Rogue hunters. Not aligned with vampire or werewolf clans. Mercenaries who made profit killing either. They carried modified silver rifles — deadly to wolves, and laced with iron dust to cripple vampires. Three of them. Maybe four. Aria’s wolf crouched low, ready to pounce. “No,” Varek said sharply in the mind-link. “We don’t engage unless they shoot first.”

Attached to the end were four high-grade assault rifles and two heavy suits of tactical body armor. "I've hacked the rig's automated defenses," the Ghost said. "You have a five-minute window to board before they reboot. Move." Leo grabbed one of the rifles, checking the chamber. He handed the other to Silas. Silas winced as he took it, his shoulder screaming, but his grip was steady. "Armor," Silas said. They strapped on the kevlar vests. It was bulky, heavy, but it made them look like soldiers. Leo helped Silas tighten the straps, his hands lingering on Silas’s chest.

"Elena, the entire city has been turned into a 'Null-Zone.' If you go in there, your 'Holy Fire' will be like a flare in a dark room. Every Husk within five miles will home in on your heartbeat." "Then I'll just have to make sure my heart doesn't skip a beat," I said, checking the seals on my makeshift tactical gear. I had traded my charred leather for a suit of "Stealth-Silk"—a prototype fabric that absorbed light and heat, originally designed to help wolfless spies move through the Blackwood forests. I looked at Leo and Ace. They were standing by the transmitter, their faces grim. They weren't crying. They were soldiers now, a transformation that was the cruelest "face-slap" of all.

signals as they passed. Suddenly, a "High-Frequency" beam cut through the snow. Volkov appeared—a "Muscular" silhouette draped in "Recycled" wolf-furs and "Sovereign" armor. He held a "Zero-Point" blade that hummed with a "Sociopathic" blue light.

Seeing no one around, she climbed out of the cubby, stretching her sore limbs from being crammed in that spot all night. "We were a lot smaller back then, weren't we?” Hikaru smiled as the memory passed across her mind like she was seeing all of it for the first time. Walking outside in the early, bright, punishing daylight was torture! Wolves were considered as 'Day Blind', her wolf going momentarily blind from being held in total darkness for hours. Until Hikaru's human's sight had gotten used to the light, her wolf's vision cleared and focused as well. There was something strange around where she stood. She heard no birds, no animals, the breeze was actually dead in the air.

His name was Theo, he was a mated werewolf in his early forties and his mate was one of the nurses in the Pack's General Hospital. "We will be needing more armors and spears. Some of our sword could not be used again, so we would need more too. Then, try to see if you can make armors that are resistant to poisons and claw marks, make it hard enough to withstand a Bear's claw mark." I told him. With how sharp and tough the calws of those werewolves from the Redmoon pack are, we needed to make stronger armors and shield too, it woult at least decrease the impact and the damages those claw marks could cause.

As the tense situation unfolded,one of the panthers ran through the dense forest causing Ace to furrow his brow, a sudden realization striking him with force– the threat loomed not just over himself, but over his people as well. Gradually everyone ran out of ammunition supply and Ace and his friends exchanged resolute glances. The once serene forest was abruptly engulfed by a tumultuous whirlwind of chaos and violence as the rest of his friends joined the fray. "Hades" Ace yelled, signaling the panther to pounce with a primal ferocity onto the approaching guards. Fists flew and bodies collided as Ace's team fought to free themselves. Grunts and thuds echoed through the dense foliage as arrow

Hana was dressed like a true hunter, and it was hot. Black combat boots that I assumed had hidden blades in the toe and heel, black tactical pants that had hidden pockets to store potions, a gun holster on her left thigh, and a holster of blades on the right. Her left kevlar vambrace held a dozen thin silver bolts that she could launch with a flick of her wrist, while the right probably concealed a blade or a spray. A simple form-fitting black t-shirt pulled over the high collar kevlar vest obscured her form but protected her, and that’s what mattered.