The Bear King Novels & Stories

Having my little army of super fast healing wolves to go up against the little king will definitely be at my advantage . I mean the little king would never be able to harm his mate , even if she was now the enemy . The way Leonor holds herself is the polar opposite to the princess , where Leonor has no fear the princess oozes fear . I watch the princess , she is trying so hard to not shake and hold her chin up like the good little royal she is . No Leonor holds herself like a warrior , a killing machine . Over the months I have watched my little warrior kill without even blinking an eye . She embraced the kill or be killed attitude of a warrior , something I think she learnt at a very young

Without another word, he turned and hurried off to fulfill King Lucian's command. King Lucian stood before the large doors of the throne hall, his expression solemn. The guards stationed on either side of the entrance immediately recognized their monarch and swung the massive doors open without delay. As Lucian stepped inside, he held his head high, exuding the regal bearing expected of a king. Yet, beneath his composed exterior, his heart was heavy with sorrow and regret.

The king's reputation precedes him, for he is known to be a merciless ruler who spares not even those of high birth. The fallen vampire received a brutal blow to the face as the king mercilessly stomped on him. With each powerful thump, the creature's body began to resemble a freshly baked loaf of bread, while its once-rounded head now appeared strikingly flattened. As the deed was done, the king remained steadfast, his gaze unflinching. The task was easily achieved.

The gathered warriors cheered loudly, many shouting praises at their king. The Bear King took in the applause for a long time before finally raising his hand to silence the crowd. “The wolves were already afraid of our power,” the Bear King said. “But now that we have their prince, we can fully crush their spirits.” The crowd burst into cheers again. A bear dressed in black, wearing a black mask over his face slowly stepped up the steps of the stage. In his hands, he carried a great axe, with a sharpened edge in the shape of a crescent moon.

I ask. "Cause they are good, and you heard what he said," he glares at Caleb. "It's not happening, King. Calm down." Leaning forward, I kiss him. "Grab some before they disappear, as you didn't get many from earlier," I explain, and he nods. He grabs the giant one from Caleb's hands. "She made that one for me," Caleb complains. "No, she made it for me, ya get the small ones," King laughs and kisses me. "Need to explain shit later about The Bears, just gonna speak to my dad a bit, then will come get ya," kissing my cheek, he walks off while glaring at Caleb.

"You know, our country is at war with them. As a princess, you need to take your responsibilities." With tears in her eyes, the girl shook her head in despair. The people of Werebear's country are said to be ugly and rude looking. They are far less civilized than in her country. There is even a rule in the bear country that when a father dies, his children can grab the father's concubine. The king of the Werebear is an old man who has many sons. If she married the king, when he died, she would still be snatched by one of the king's stronger sons.

Tonight, they would solidify the alliance that could turn the tide in their favor. The door to the room creaked open, and a tall, imposing figure entered. Viktor, the Bear King, was a beast of a man. His broad shoulders and thick, fur-covered frame gave him an almost unnatural presence. His eyes, cold and calculating, fixed on Maxine and Marcus, and for a moment, the air grew thick with the weight of his gaze. His grizzled beard, peppered with silver streaks, only added to the intimidating figure he cut. The Bear King had earned his title, and Maxine knew that his wrath could decimate any foe—if they could win him to their side.

“Light it up at my signal. We will move at midnight.” On the other hand, the personal advisor of King Regor that headed an envoy to the Fressia Kingdom got stuck at the north king mountain’s path. They did not stop at the city of rogues, and hurried to cross the mountain, but they were met with a pack of wild beast white bears that are extremely used to the cold environment. The thick white fur, the sharp claws and glistening fangs as well as the huge build deterred the death soldiers from getting close, and they are not even afraid of death.

My body goes rigid. Slowly, I turn my head. A massive shadow looms behind us. Glowing golden eyes. Sharp claws. Powerful muscles rippling beneath thick fur. The mother bear. She’s alive. A heavy silence stretches between us. My mind races. The king said he killed her. But he lied. She roars. I grab Asher’s wrist and bolt. Branches slap against my arms as we run, our feet pounding against the earth. My pulse roars in my ears. The king never killed her. He sent us out here to slaughter her cubs while she was still alive.

Brax questioned as we both looked up at Ace. "Yes! My great-grandfather was king, until he gave it up." "Okay. So why are you telling us?" I wasn't sure of his goal, seeing how it wouldn't matter now anyway. No, Alpha will hand their title over. The time of a King is long gone. "I plan to reclaim my title. My great-grandfather was foolish for stepping down. I will get everything that belongs to me. One way or another." He stated, as if it were an obvious fact.