The Name Bearer Novels & Stories

Asa took another and bit before giving to his father the half bitten one as Elias bent down and allowed his son to feed him. "This is amazing. Where did you get it?" Elias moaned as Ren giggled. "Ba-chan." He answered with a blush on his face. "Who's ba-chan?" Elias asked. "His grandmother, Edith. Oba-chan or ba-chan means grandmother. You were married to a Japanese, how do not you know?" I asked out of curiosity. "I never met Hana in Japan and we weren't married long enough to learn anything except greetings and a few curse words she threw at me." He explained as he rubbed his hair nervously.

The way you say the name of something you have staked yourself on and would stake yourself on again. Then she named herself. Not Rain Calloway the bloodline carrier. Not the asset three generations of Aegis documentation had described in its careful procedural language. Not the transaction, not the collection, not the thing that had been promised before she existed to have opinions about the promising. She named herself as the bearer of the bloodline speaking in her own voice on recognized ground in full and willing declaration of the bond she had chosen. The old language had a word for this. She said it.

I woke up from the sound of my stomach growling, without a word; I stood up from lying on my bed; my face was a little hurt from the incident earlier when I saw my reflection, a big purple bruise. I sighed and held my cheek, and started to heal myself. My mom and dad were fascinated with my gift for healing, but it wasn't extravagant; like the doctors from our tribe, I could heal simple wounds or, like mine—Bruises.

He smiled at me over the bear's head. “Come here, sweetie. I want you to meet Maverick. He’s the big boss of this bear family.” I shyly crept over with my hand out. The bear looked at my father who nodded and slowly approached me. My father came over to take my hand. He guided my hand over Maverick’s shoulder and down his leg. I looked up at him curiously. “Do the others have names, too, Daddy?,” I asked eagerly. He grinned. "Yes.” He pointed to a cub. "That one is named Mina.” He pointed to the other. “That one is Carson. And the mama bear is who you were named for. That’s Natasha.”

a young wolf called out, breaking the quiet, "what was the name of the Special One?" A hush fell over the crowd, and I felt my heart skip a beat. Jacob’s eyes narrowed thoughtfully before he spoke again. "They had many names, but there is one that has stood the test of time, Cupbearers. They were known as Cupbearers, for they carried within them a power that could tip the balance of this world." I felt the hairs on the back of my neck rise as whispers spread through the crowd. The word seemed to echo in my mind, stirring something deep inside me.

Twenty-four hours later I get Mina’s report via email. It’s one sentence: Thunderbirds are go! I call her. “You’re sure?” I say before she can greet me. “No shady stuff? At all?” “Nothing. Bear owns a business—two businesses, actually. Mechanic plus body shop. They do well enough that he paid his brother back the initial investment, plus profit. Did you know Bear isn’t his real name?” “No… well, I figured it was a nickname.”

These are reserved only for our little rag-tag group. When Carson was little his favorite cartoon has something to do with bears, so he just gave me the nickname Moon Bear and called himself Sun Bear. Lachlan became Lock Bear, then Jase became Earth Bear, Arson became Air Bear, and Ransom became Death Bear. Weston came along after Carson's death so I deemed him West Bear.

“Are they going to make me a Bearer?” A few weeks ago becoming a Bearer was something I never considered seriously and kind of dreaded, now it is my only hope to stay alive. “Yes, you are to become a Bearer. But that is not all, you already have an assigned partner for you to have children with,” she states. “And he is not just any man, he is Commander Leopold Mortensen, our famous national hero. You have been really lucky in that regard, Eel.”

"The word that means the one who holds the territory." "And the bearer?" Nara looked up at me, her expression dead serious. "The bearer's compact name is one that has not been spoken in the Great North for two hundred years. It is the name I had to unearth from the deepest, most obscure section of the original compact text. It was not in any of the secondary sources or modern copies." She turned the notebook around and pushed it across the table toward me. Written in neat ink were three words in the old, forgotten language.

Happy reading.... "Sahana...", Prem placed his hand on her shaking shoulder to get her attention. She was crying hysterically cupping her face in her hands that she didn't notice when he arrived. She looked up at him with tear filled eyes and immediately stood up. "Prem...your blood group is A negative right?", she grabbed his wrist and dragged him to the blood donating room directly. "Who is that person Sahana?", he asked her confusedly. He didn't know this person's existence in her life until now. She never told him she had a male friend and that too a fucking billionaire.