The Name Bearer Novels & Stories

He lives for this. “You lead us out, Little Bro,” Carter tells him. “Yeah,” Finley smiles and we start to shift. Carlos is in front of Finley, and we all follow. Bear- I can’t wait for this. Action finally. Juliet is so angry that we pupped her before she could get in on this battle. Me- Yeah, after this we shouldn’t have many more. Bear- Hopefully, that is true. Leave Monty and Bär a peaceful world. Me- Bär as in German for Bear? Did you just name my son after yourself.

I looked up, barely able to see the sky as the wind gushed past my face, “Who are you? And where am I?” “When the beasts we all fear today were created, we knew that there had to be a force that would counter them eventually. We searched through the lands, hoping for an Alpha that would be strong enough to tackle these beasts but no one was any match for them,” the sonorous voice went on, “then we knew it had to be the goddess that’d give us this savior; we couldn’t make one out of men. Then you came along, the blood bearer.” I sighed and stared down at the ground, “Was it also the goddess that gave me the name, blood bearer?”

The Crossbearer. Fuck.

“I know, but something is not right, don’t you think, Nate?” Her worries, yet he simply replied with a smirk and two and reminded her of who she is by calling her name. “Aira.” The two holders. Owner of the God Gemini and Goddess Aquarius. The prey that Beatrice needed, but the question lies within if JK knew about the two of them, yet?

Suddenly the doors opened and I faintly caught an alluring scent before it faded away. A man and women approached us, and let me tell you now that they looked like they belonged in heaven because damn they looked perfect without a single flaw. The Powerful Aura coming off the man immediately informed me he was the Alpha, so I could only assume the women was the Luna since she had a sense of authority to her as well. Lost in my thoughts I ended up missing the exchange between my brother and the couple. Until Jason discretely nudged me which caused me to hum when they were all looking at.

Ward-Bearer. ‎ ‎Calla's expression shifted into something I had not seen from her before, not surprise exactly, but the particular look of someone who had suspected something for a long time and was finally watching it confirmed in front of them. ‎ ‎"Ward-Bearer, " she repeated slowly. That is a Guardian designation. A bloodline that carries a protective function whether or not the individual understands it or activates it deliberately." She looked up at Theron. "The Beast of the North. An Alpha who survived an impossible coup at nineteen years old and rebuilt an entire territory from nothing. The one the Convergence split its power through rather than simply selecting one vessel the way it

The man looks to me, his brown eyes wide as he states, “Wow, I didn’t believe it when I heard it over the announcement.” He pulls away from the Alpha and introduces himself, “I’m Beta Robert Cantworth, but you can call me Bear.” My eyebrows furrow in confusion, and he gets distracted by something going on with the group of men. He gives me an apologetic smile and says, “I’ll explain the story behind that later.”

Bryan frowned at him and said, "where the hell did you remember that nickname from?" Amber looked at Bryan and he said to her, "Bearie was a nickname that he gave to me when we were kids, I have no idea where that name came from." Aaron smiled and said nothing, he was happy to meet his Bearie in this life and not just meet, being born as his twin was truly a blessing. Amber saw his smile as well before she focused on her food again. Bryan was the one who left first and when Aaron and Amber were the only ones who stayed back, Amber said, "I want to go out."

"You are amazing. Your confidence is second to none. I'm impressed Miss Bainer. funny as it may seem, I once had a friend that bears Bainer. I'd always thought the name was strange but seeing someone else with the name, I guess it's safe to say that it's a common name now." He said.

Instead, there were twelve masked lunatics, looking more like a bad art exhibit than the architects of an international conspiracy. The guy in charge of downstairs called himself Thronebearer—a name that screamed delusion louder than a megaphone at a political rally. His iron mask glinted in the flickering lamplight as he leaned over the table, tapping a long, wrinkly finger on a map spread out like a buffet meal.