Siberian Bear Hunting Armor Novels & Stories

But my father had forgotten a fundamental rule of biology. Armor is heavy, and the forest belongs to the wolves. The mercenaries were relying on thermal optics to spot our approach. I could hear the faint, high-pitched whine of their targeting lasers sweeping the tree line. But the Unbound’s secondary mutation had completely altered their physiology. The thick plates of quartz growing through their fur acted as perfect thermal insulators. To the mercenaries' scopes, the forest was completely empty. Killian reached the first line of trenches before a single shot was fired.

Sila ay walang takot, walang sakit, at ang kanilang mga armas ay dinesenyo para sirain ang mga organic cells. ​"Xander, kailangan nating idepensa ang bukana ng kweba," sabi ni Aria, habang isinusuot ang kanyang bagong Hohenberg Combat Gown na binigyan ni Lakan—isang armor na gawa sa hinabing fiber optics. ​"Aria, bantayan mo ang mga bata," utos ni Xander habang kinakasa ang kanyang rifle. "Lakan, handa na ba ang iyong mga tao?"

But a conflict with the Western Alliance meant attacking the very industrial heart of the continent—a region that manufactured ninety percent of the silver-plated weapons and heavy armor utilized by the common wolf packs. Dmitry stood straight, his dark leather tunic shifting over his muscular chest as his golden-flecked grey eyes locked onto hers with a heavy, possessive focus. The intense heat radiating from his frame created a visible shimmer in the cold air of the room, completely enveloping the table in the familiar, intoxicating scent of rain and cedar.

Military grade. Through the curtain of rain, three figures materialized from the pine line above them. They didn't wear the standard leather armor of border guards; they wore the heavy, matte-black plate of Alaric's elite hunters, their helmets stylized to look like eyeless wolves. They moved with an unsettling speed that defied the treacherous mud underfoot. "Vanguard!" Marcus called out through the mind-link, his voice a jagged wave of authority. "Form up on the eastern ledge! Break their line!"

The guards scrambled out of the buildings as the alarm was being rang. One of the burley men came out of his home with animal furs around him. These were no ordinary hides as they were demon hides and could stop an arrow or sword from penetrating. It took a great deal of strength to kill such animals, showing the power he possessed. He stopped one of his men and gave him a few orders, and the man left his side. The man quickly went to the back of the compound, where there was an entrance into a mountain with a heavy iron door. He quickly entered the door and locked it behind him. He was the final defense if all didn’t go to plan.

"Alpha, if you're set on this, we’ll need the right equipment. The terrain is mountainous, and Harvey pack territory is known for its brutality." Jack gestured to the maps on the table. "We’ll need specialized climbing gear for steep and rocky areas, reinforced boots with good traction, and thermal wear to keep warm during the colder nights up there. Silver blades and cuffs are a must—they’ve got rogues, and silver weakens them faster than regular steel. We should also carry high-caliber crossbows, with bolts dipped in wolfsbane for those who won’t go down easily."

How Shosanna saw the impossibly large, dark brown wolf stopping to take a drink from the creek before I did is beyond me. “I got a bear!” she gasps. “That’s not a fucking bear,” I reply under my breath, and push both girls behind me. I shift. My clothing and weapons are fashioned to fit my body in both forms. My knife belt becomes a halter that fits securely over one shoulder, looping over my back and belly. My bow still rests on my back despite it being totally useless without thumbs, but I digress. It doesn’t matter now, not when the wolf is lumbering out of the bushes, gasping and snarling in pain.

Ten minutes later, we met Boros and two of Frost-Ridge's elite shadow-scouts in the damp, subterranean armory beneath the lower keep. I had swapped my silk gown for my fitted dark-leather trousers, thick fur boots, and my custom iron breastplate. Over my shoulders, I wore a short, heavy wool mantle that allowed full freedom of movement for my arms. At my waist hung two lightweight iron daggers and my father’s brass surveying kit. Boros was strapping a pair of broad steel hand-axes to his back, his heavy face grim in the flickering torchlight. "The overflow shaft is narrow, Alpha," Boros warned in a low rumble, checking the string on his compact hunting crossbow. "If the Shadow-Fangs have alr

As he brandished the sword, it seemed to hum with power. Like me, Ariana wore clothes that were easy to divest in case she chose to shift into her wolf. However, it looked like hers were made from some form of leather. I was unsure what creature it came from, whether the beast was magical or the leather had been imbued with protective enchantments after the armour had been made.

Sound the alert to every ally we have. Lyra moved like lightning. The pack sirens howled to life. Wolves shifted and sprinted. I felt the old, narrow focus wash over me—hunt, protect, survive. As a technologist, I’d put a lot of myself into the pack’s defense. My ultimate failsafe was ugly and beautiful: two mechanical wolf armors, engineered to swallow bullets, deflect heat, and purge wolfsbane gas. They can camouflage, self-regenerate when damaged, and depend on a proprietary interface—skin contact, blood pins—so only my twin and I can use them. The suits are light, lethal, and designed to make a single soldier into an entire battalion.