The Bear Novels & Stories

I watched as most of them shifted and took off toward the giant beautiful bear. Bear growled as he stormed them. His teeth instantly sinking into them and tearing them apart. I watched as his paw came down landing right on one of the wolves stomach crushing it instantly as he kicked out with his other paw sending a wolf flying into the wall. He grabbed ahold of the snout of another wolf and shook his head tearing his face off. I watched amazed as Bear tore through the 13 guards faster than anything I've ever seen. The only one left standing was the bastard standing in front of me. Bear growled has he slowly stalked the guard.

Of course Christopher Henry Jameson—also known as Beast- wasn't the average man. He stood 6'5" and weighed three hundred and two pounds. He didn't like the extra three pounds. He rather liked being in the two hundred weight range even if it was by just one or two pounds. Regardless, there wasn't an ounce of fat on his perfect body. Beast was muscles on top of muscles, yet not hulking like some of the others that worked in the Marine Corps division assigned to The Department of Home Land Security, or better known as DHS. Too big made you slow. He'd seen guys bigger than him hospitalized during the CRUCIBLE training.

Selene says, but she is interrupted by Didi, who spots the bear at that moment. The bear is a large, imposing, and wild animal that leaves its mark on the ground as it walks, and its next target is the large group of fish on the ground. As it walks, the group is amazed to see that the bear has something hanging from its neck—it's definitely the talisman. "Who would put a talisman on a bear? This can't be real," Blake asks. "Good question, but it's believed that a witch cursed it, making the bear the protector of that talisman. The important thing is that the talisma

“I agree with you. We hold church after eating because right now, I’m fucking starving.” “Here, here,” Skull shouts and tips back his beer. Bear mutters under his breath but doesn’t say anything more. He grabs a chair and falls into it. The old chair squeaks under his weight. Bear’s around my age, packs close to the same muscle as I do, and carries a huge chip on his shoulder much like the woman in the small room. I heard he did time for beating a man to death. Given my own past, I can hardly judge. I’m keeping my eyes on him, though.

he ordered, his voice low. We shuffled forward, pressed against the rock face. As we rounded the bend, the source of the sound came into view, and my breath caught in my throat. It was not a man. It was not one of Renejay’s assassins. It was a bear. But unlike any bear I had ever seen or heard of. It was massive, its fur a startling, silvery-white, thick and shimmering in the harsh mountain light. Its shoulders were a mountain range of their own, and its paws, each the size of my head, were equipped with claws like curved daggers of obsidian. It stood on its hind legs, its nose twitching as it sampled the air, its small, intelligent eyes fixed directly on us.

] [This is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. [The queen of animal rescue!] Curt turned back to the camera and gave a thumbs-up. "When research papers come out of this, remember today. Our streamer took us face-to-face with a bear. Some people, though..." He shot a glance toward the car. "They're only good for sitting inside and watching the stream." Another wave of laughter filled the comments. The Greyridge bear did not eat the crackers. Its head lifted slightly. I stared at the screen. Its eyes were moving, not toward the crackers but toward the people. Its pupils tracked left to right and back again like two black glass marbles, calculating something.

A sudden breeze just happened to blow in from the window, lifting my dress and giving even a clearer view. There seemed to be a brief red flash in the teddy bear's eyes, but I pretended not to notice as I stood on my toes, reaching for the cabinet nailed to the wall above. I specifically picked a finger sleeve and smiled in satisfaction as I leaned against the headboard to start my show. I placed the teddy bear back where it was sitting so that it still faced me. Its black bead eyes looked so real just then, a pervert just like its owner who was watching behind the hidden camera.

"What are you talking about?" The growl came back. Right behind me. Low and resonant and close enough that I felt it move through my ribcage. My entire body went cold in one second. I went completely still. I mouthed the words. What the fuck is that? There was a long, drawn out pause and Andre looked at me. "A bear," he said.

“Look, do you want the pups or not?” “Yes, I do. Tell me how to get my prize’s back.” Burican smiled. “Follow me.” The bear told him. His beast was angry with him. How dare he turn his back on his clan. He kept fighting with his human side. “You can’t do this!” “They are innocent cubs.” His beast yelled at him. “They aren’t my cubs or part of my clan, so they are not my concern.” Bear scoffed at his beast. He walked in front of Burican and Max showing them the hidden entrance to the clan bunker.

Enzo My eyes locked onto the enormous bear that was now thundering toward me, six-hundred pounds of snarling fury and dagger-length claws. The deafening roar that escaped the bear’s throat almost seemed to shake the very stone beneath my paws. Every instinct screamed to brace for impact as the grizzly charged at me. “What the hell?” I thought to my wolf. “How—” “Don’t even question it,” my wolf commanded. “Just don’t get killed, dammit!”