Touching Spirit Bear Audiobook Novels & Stories

“I suppose so, yes. Although . . . I did read something once.” Katie straightened. “What was that?” “It was in a book of Native American folklore, I think. It said that when someone’s eyes were put out on purpose, it was sometimes done so they would wander blindly in death, their spirit lost forever, and the victim could never find their way back again from the afterlife.” She smiled. “It doesn’t really work that way.” “Ah. Right.” Katie heard Clemency stifle a yawn on his end. “Sorry for the late-night call,” she said. “I better let you go.”

I cannot contain the thrill that is in my voice. "That day in the office with Alexander," Esau says as he grins brightly at me. "I saw your spirit in the corner of the room." "My spirit?" I ask quietly. Esau sits down on the end of the bed while he continues to gently clean my foot. "Have you ever found yourself in a place where no one can see you? Where it feels like a dream but it also feels real at the same time?" I nod my head eagerly. "That is your spirit viewing the world without your body being present. It is a gift that some wolves have. White ones in particular."

She quickly stand up and found a man passing without making any noise. Feeling that she saw him, he looked at her with a confused smile. "Hey.." "Hi." Giselle blinked and he blinked. "Should I.... should I lay down and pretend I am dead?" "W h a t...?" "Is not this a rule when a bear encounter a human?" He was confused and so was Giselle. "I am not a bear." She explained while the man was confused. "No, I am bear." "O h..." So, he was a spirit of a shape shifter.

At this moment, it already had a mental picture of him. Time was of the essence, and Alex did not want to be peed all over his head. He flipped open the book and, with his mental strength, locked onto the two bear demons. Whoosh! Whoosh! Alex felt a sinking at breakneck speed in the book. The two bear demons were absorbed into it. “That fast?!” Ancestor Bodhi was shocked as well. Looking at the book in Alex’s hand, his eyes widened in surprise. “Isn’t this The Boundless Buddhist Creature, a supreme Buddhist treasure? Why is it in your hands?”

“We have lost everything. Her father… I had to leave him… to die. We are all that’s left. We seek only sanctuary.” I raised my head, tears streaming freely down my face, meeting the bear’s ancient, knowing gaze. “We beg for passage. Not for us, but for her. Please.” The bear froze. Its charge halted before it began. It stared at me, its black nose twitching again. The low growl subsided into a curious, huffing sound. It took a slow, deliberate step forward, then another, until I could feel its hot, pungent breath on my face. I closed my eyes, waiting for the blow.

Violet hurriedly looked at her surroundings and seeing the corpse of the bears alongside the gory corpses of the spirit masters, Violet felt her stomach churn. "Hmm?" She felt a soft flash disappearing from the side of the spirit beasts.

It had to. A low rumble rose from the bears—not a growl, not a roar. Something closer to a chant, vibrating through marrow and stone alike. The sound bypassed ears entirely and pressed straight into the mind. Kiera gasped. Images slammed into her consciousness—not memories, not visions, but echoes. A woman standing where she stood now, long before watchers with needles had ever existed. A woman whose power was not broken into pieces but whole and terrible and balanced. Bears gathered not as guards—but as kin.

“We improvise it live.” Pauly handed her a slim, battered paperback—Mockingbird, cover worn, pages gutted to hold a wafer-thin transceiver and a micro-SD slot. “Your new copy. Same weight as the real one. Press the title twice if you’re burned; it wipes your last three hours and plays an audiobook. Press the author twice and it pings us with location.” She slid the book into her tote without looking. “And if I press the spine?” “It complains about being objectified,” Pauly said.

​We kept running until the sun began to bleed over the horizon, painting the sky in colors I couldn't name. We stopped in a deep, secluded valley, far from the reach of the cities, far from the eyes of the Observers. ​I looked at him. He was breathing heavily, his clothes torn, his skin bruised. He looked at me, his eyes searching, devoid of any recognition. But as I reached out to touch his cheek, he didn't pull away. He leaned into my hand, a small, involuntary smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. He didn't know my name, he didn't know our history, but he knew the warmth of my touch.

and every love it has received. The Moon Goddess smiled. "The Book is teaching its final lesson." The wandering spirits began drawing closer—not aggressively, but curiously. Thousands, then tens of thousands, and then countless more. Mercy's lantern glowed brighter with every passing moment. "They're listening," he whispered. "They've waited longer than anyone." One elderly spirit stepped forward, his transparent form flickering like moonlight upon water. "I had a family," he murmured. "I know I did. But... I can't remember their faces."