The Bear King Novels & Stories

The men around him scanned their surroundings, but the one speaking respectfully kept his gaze on the king's chest as he retold the events. "One of ours?" The king clarified, but the man shook his head. Stop talking. Stop talking right now. "No, smelled off. Might have been a different pack or something else entirely, but he didn't seem like a threat," He said, shrugging. Clearly, he didn't have much experience with bears not to have recognized my scent, but his beast would have reacted or recognized my scent and told him to be cautious of me, just as mine told me the same of him.

Assistant Bear took the lead and walks towards the Palace Hall back door. "Wait! What about the queen and the rest? Where are they?" King Magdon stopped him. Assistant Bear pursed his lips as his eyes flashed, "They've already taken then secret passage. Assistant Panda is with them. Your Majesty, let's not delay," King Magdon was relieved when he heard this. However, he didn't follow Assistant Bear out. "Your Majesty?" Assistant Bear look back when he didn't hear footsteps behind him. King Magdon crosed his palms behind him as he sighed, "You can go. This kingdom still needs me. As the king, I cannot run away when troubles befall the kingdom. My citizens is in danger and I'm obligated to pro

It took them twenty minutes to lead me to the heart of the kingdom—a rock fortress cut into the cliffs, where the roars of training warriors echoed like thunder. And there he was. Noah. The new Bear King. He reclined on a throne carved from one block of obsidian, shirtless, golden-brown fur across his chest, muscles as wide as tree trunks. His crown wasn't gold but bone. His eyes were indolent but sharp. "Audacus," he drawled, a smile teasing his lips. "Didn't think you'd creep this far north. I thought you only came when you were winning." I brushed off the jab. "I have a proposition."

Who would have thought that he would want to fight a lost battle for the sake of his niece? From pointing accusing fingers at my friend and beta to trying to weasel his way out of my office before the werebear was brought in. All the while we all put up a search on how the werebear made it's suicidal entrance into Silverton, he was the mastermind behind the whole plot roping in a werebear. “You do know you have committed treason by bringing in a werebear onto pack grounds.” The King hollered. “Your Majesty, He is the son of my sister who is mated to a werebear and he was here on a visit.” His voice wavered.

White Bear, despite being only a pinnacle Semi-Empyrean, was the ruler of the territory. White Bear laughed, basking in his triumph. "You're old. Just sit back and watch. I'll handle this myself. It's my wedding day, and anyone who dares utter discouraging words won't get away." He kept his gaze fixed on the Black Maple Master, daring him to challenge.

He grinded into the phone hanging up. Rome glanced at the flashing screen of his phone, he wasn’t surprised that King Kade had shown up all alone, he could pretty much guess what he wanted. A dangerous smile ghosted across his face, startling gray eyes going cold and calculative. The Alpha King had to be pretty desperate to come knocking on the doors of his terrain, he would have his fun with him. He pushed off the wall to continue his journey when a rich smoky leather scent caught his attention and in the next moment he was pinned against the wall.

Instead of bringing me to their Kingdom, they told me of land. Ever since I was small, stories of a great King put me to bed at night. The great King Rainard was the ruler of the sea and land. He was the most powerful creature in all the seas. He protected the sea from evil land people and the land folks from cruel sea creatures. It was rumored when he died, the sea and land mourned him for several tides. No other King was as great as he was.

I said. Karl stepped closer. “Yet you let her live, why?” Karl said, disappointed. Because her scent felt familiar, and I hated that. Because I want her to realize how evil humans are. Because I want her to feel the same pain her people caused. Because I want to take everything from her till she has nothing. I want her to suffer every second. “She mentioned the king’s mark,” I said finally. His expression darkened instantly. “That’s impossible.” He said to himself.

He had just taken a life, yet a dark, effortless smile played on his lips as if he had done nothing more than swat a fly. “In my pack,” he began, his voice carrying an apex authority that made every wolf in the room lower their heads, “I lack nothing. Sending me a discarded, broken daughter of a mere Beta means absolutely nothing to me.” “I’m sorry, my King!” the remaining guard shrieked, his voice cracking with pure terror as he scrambled backward. “We meant no harm! Please!” The King stepped down from the dais, his heavy boots echoing in the silent hall. He walked with the slow, graceful stride of a predator that knew nothing could oppose him. He stopped right in front of the shivering gua

How can the King, the lord whose first order was to commence the rogue trials, possibly react to the news that his mate was a rogue. I sigh. "I am leaving this place right now." The king just stands with his arms now crossed over his broad chest and looks at me with deadpan eyes. "You are not leaving." "You seem to mistake me, mate," I say. "I did not ask." There’s a dark flash across his face, then he raises his chin haughtily. “If this is what you wish for our roles to be, so be it." He glances back at the door. "One call and I can have you chained up here for however long I please. If you dare to leave I can have every werewolf on land looking for you. If there is anything keeping you fro