Siberian Bear Hunting Armor Novels & Stories

Silas said, holding up his clawed hand, “but we’ll carry these for when our enemies hide behind tricks.” Meanwhile, Kaelen walked among the warriors, ensuring his Silvermoon men did not grow lax. He paused by the racks of armor: chainmail, reinforced leather, and shoulder guards engraved with runes. Though not as heavy as human armory, they were crafted for agility—perfect for wolves in half-shift. By the entrance, Liora watched quietly, her eyes glowing faintly as the light of the forge reflected in them. She could feel the tension, the anticipation. These weren’t just weapons—they were lifelines, prepared for a battle that would test not just their strength but their unity.

I bought two more and shoved them into my jacket pocket, ignoring the vendor’s attempt at small talk. By the third floor, I stopped at a jacket shop. The displays were lined with thick leather coats. It was mostly made from goats and sheep leather since it was the few animals that didn't qualify as shifter DNA. One caught my eye, black, fitted, with reinforced shoulders. My hand brushed the sleeve. Smooth, heavy. Strong. “Three thousand tokes,” the shopkeeper said behind me. I snorted. “For this?” He smiled as his receding hairline crinkled from his worn skin. The bear wasnt old. i could smell his youth. "Protection has no price.”

“It’s better to be prepared and never need it than to need it and never have it.” I’d heard Jonathan say that about some of the skills I’d thought silly. I supposed it was true. “Thank you,” I finally said, holding it close to my chest. “It’s specially designed for your measurements. I got them from the tailor. This type of armor is special too – it will stretch to your body when you shift into your wolf form, so you don’t have to worry about it tearing or losing it.” “That’s incredible!” I said honestly. “I’ve never heard of technology like that!”

He turned toward the iron locker shattered in the corner—the armory storage for the dungeon guards. With a brutal kick, he took the door completely off its hinges, reaching inside to pull out fresh gear. He tossed a heavy, dark combat tunic and structured leather riding trousers toward me. They weren't an Omega's rags. They were thick, reinforced garments lined with flexible steel mesh, designed for high-ranking warriors of the Bloodmoon elite.

I wasn’t too concerned with the Alpha of this pack as my livelihood and house were more important to me. The path I took through the forest led me out of pack territory and into neutral territory to check on my house, happy to see that no one had been there since I left and that everything is still intact. This meant that the Soulless have not reached my house yet. Leaving the duffle bag in the kitchen, I run upstairs to take off the clothing I wore when raiding and switch to the Tracker outfit I had. It was an Iga Hakama Flat Hood Ninja suit with exceptionally lightweight black Damascus steel armour that only high-ranked Trackers were given in any pack. The all-black attire blends into the

When they saw her leave with the duke the previous night, as subtle as the two tried to be, many wondered if the duke would be so kind as to extend his stay to keep their chief - whom they feared but respected more than Valor himself - remained as she was now - less daunting. When she sat long enough with the paperwork, her chair scraped and she made her way to the test lab, checking on the progress of the bulletproof bodysuits they were improving, along with laser blades, safety goggles and masks that every hunter would eventually be mandated to carry with them. The blades, goggles and masks were a new plan, implemented after the western massacre. The idea was for hunters to shield their se

I could feel his wolf pacing just beneath his skin, demanding blood, demanding to shift, demanding to hunt. The armory was in the basement, behind a vault door that required both his palm print and a retinal scan. The lights came on automatically as we entered, revealing rows of weapons that gleamed under the harsh fluorescents. Silver-edged blades. Custom rifles loaded with wolfsbane-tipped rounds. Body armor that looked like it could stop a charging Alpha. Communication earpieces so small they were almost invisible.

The boy looked both nervous and excited as he nodded and gestured for us to follow. There was a large tent set in the middle of the field. Inside, the cold had ceased a little. Both the hunters and the Cossacks stepped into the tent with us. "I have designed a new armor for us," Damir said and pulled up the lid of a big wooden chest. It contained many sets of shiny metals, beaten into various shapes to fit the body. "It's light for movement and hard to break," he said and pulled out a small piece of armor. Damir beckoned a soldier to come forward and then placed the armor on his shoulders.

My whole body felt light and easy to move. "Get out you hunting wolf!" shouted one of our enemies. He is big. With a sun bearskin that he wears as clothes. His body is stout, the shape of his muscles is clearly depicted. Without being explained all can see the power he has. Whoever is the enemy. Will definitely feel inferior, afraid, and choose to leave.

He was inhuman. He grabbed Armando's throat trying to choke him as Armando punched him. Hunter wasn't fazed at all even by his strong punch. There was maddening fury in his jade orbs that had flecks of gold in them. He was on the brink of shifting. Armando's claws extended out as he clawed at Hunter's face but Hunter defended himself which freed Armando from his grip as he stumbled back. Three of his men came to his side as Armando charged at Silvia but before he could reach her Hunter blocked him.