Touching Spirit Bear Audiobook Novels & Stories

I whisper, my voice steadying as I focus all my intentions on reaching him. The bear shifts again, and I sense a change in the atmosphere. The shadows seem to recede, and I can almost feel the forest holding its breath, waiting for River to respond. “You can do this,” I murmur, the words flowing like a chant. “Come back to us.” As I hold my breath, I see the flicker turn into a glow, a warmth spreading from his heart to the rest of his body. I can feel his wolf stirring, pushing against the barrier of unconsciousness, and I know… he’s fighting.

I poured all my focus into it, willing it to stay, to exist. The light wavered, flickered, threatening to collapse. My pulse hammered in my ears, and I almost gave up… Then it solidified. A massive grizzly stood before me, golden light streaming along its fur like sunlight trapped in motion. My heart nearly stopped. I froze, expecting it to swipe, to roar—but instead, it lowered its massive paw, snagged the hem of my cloak, and lifted me with ease. The wind rushed past as I dangled, then landed safely on the ground outside the hole. The bear followed, clambering out after me. It paused, bowed its head once, and dissolved into a cascade of sparkling light, leaving only a faint glow where it h

She stepped into the reach of the creature, her hands raised, palms open. "I am not here to sever my past," Audrey said, her voice dropping to a low, melodic resonance that seemed to quiet the roar of the beast. "I am here to reclaim it." She reached out and touched the spirit’s hand. The moment their skin—one of light, one of flesh—met, the Gauntlet vanished. Lucas, the Guardian, and the dark stone walls faded into a white void. Audrey stood face-to-face with the first White Wolf. "They told you the ritual erased your memory," the spirit said. Her voice was like the humming of a hive, sweet and dangerous. "They told you the void in your mind was the price of your life."

Tell me where you are. For a moment, there was silence. Only the soft crackling of the candle filled the attic. Then... the temperature in the room dropped. Sonia inhaled sharply. Her breath came out as white mist. The flame of the candle bent suddenly-pushed by wind from nowhere. Then a voice, low and rough, echoed inside the attic walls. "Sonia... daughter of Marisel..." Sonia's eyes filled with tears. "Elder Bruce... it's you." "I have heard the whisper," the voice said. "I have felt the book awaken. My tribe's death was not enough to bury it. And now... a young soul dares to carry what she cannot control."

Elena’s mouth had gone dry, and she was sure that her eyes were wide with shock, though she couldn’t quite feel them. Maybe I’m having an out-of-body experience,she thought to herself. Because at that moment, she couldn’t feel anything except the throbbing of her heart. She couldn’t hear the birds chirping or the breeze blowing. Only the thud, rush, and gush of blood in her ears. She took a step back as Atlas the bear looked at her, his mouth open and rugged face now fully covered with hair. He really was a bear shifter. He hadn’t been joking with her all this time.

The deep itch of his ribs coming back together was irritating, but it was a small price to pay. He was reveling in the feel of her next to him. The smell of her feet didn't really bother him, in fact he rather liked it, and it was HER smell, no perfume, just her. He enjoyed giving her a hard time about it though, seeing her face go indignant as he wrinkled his nose. He loved to see her so animated, watching the play of emotions on her face; seeing that she, too, had a sense of humor. If you couldn't laugh at the world around you, it was just a miserable existence, and he had had enough of that. His extraordinarily keen sense of hearing let him know that something large was walking straight t

I ask as my eyes land on a mark on Eli. Tracing my fingers over what looks like a fresh wound on his chest right above his heart. ‘You don’t have to talk out loud. I can hear you just fine in our head…. And to answer your question. I am your spirit.’ Getting confused I slide off of Eli, not wanting to wake him up as a shiver of fear races up my spine. ‘My spirit, what is that? Like my wolf spirit? But I have never heard of anyone being able to talk to their wolf spirits before.’ I say in my mind wondering if she will really be able to hear me.

But among the oldest packs, the story is still told: “We were not born monsters. We were born from love, loss, and the will to survive. The moon does not curse us — it remembers us.” And on nights when the moon is full and silver, some say you can still hear Kael’s howl echo across the plains — not in rage… …but in remembrance. By the time I reached the last page, my eyes burned. I closed the book slowly and swallowed. “That was…” My voice cracked a little. “That was beautiful.” Elara smiled sadly. “It was.” “He loved his people,” I said. “He really must have loved them a lot to go that far and risk the wrath of the spirits. Everything he did… it was to protect them.”

The Beast. He was surprised to say the least, that Professor Ridley-Forrester was a young, Asian woman. She was about as intimidating as a butterfly. Had his brother been joking about her reputation? Sure, he’ll admit that the woman possessed great self-defense skills but nothing about her screamed evil bitch. Evan decided to introduce himself. Without another thought, he strolled onto the mat, stopping in front of the petite woman.