Touching Spirit Bear Novel Novels & Stories

It always had been and it helped that Kar and Lex had found it together. As they approached their little kingdom the horses started to breathe deeper, whiny and shake as if they were a colt and filly all over again. They seemed to love this place as much Lex and Kar. Once they passed under the giant willow tree that served as the entrance Lex gasped. Seeing the beauty of this place never failed to amaze her.

As I land on all fours I stretch out and shake my fur to get the rest of the skin and blood off. My bear's name is Yona. It's Cherokee for bear. Our mate stood there smiling like a lunatic. "Holy crap. This is amazing. You are so furry." She walked up and started running her hands through our dark brown fur. She didn’t even mind getting a bit of blood on her hands. It was mostly off but there was always a bit left. Humans were usually terrified of Yona. He has a huge scar on his right eyelid. Another scar on his side and a huge scar down the left side of his ribs. All from war. All from trying to defend his people and the people who stood up for him.

The fight ended in no time. It was a massacre. I now understood why spirit wolves were equated to gods. Helena had single-handedly killed twenty-five evil-looking mutant wolves. I didn't have that kind of capacity. Those wolves had ravaged settlements for almost a year without suffering any casualties, but they had reached the end of their journey.

"Not talk. It's more like she's able to sense these animals. A deep exchange on what I'd call a soul-frequency level." "And this bear told you it wouldn't bite." "Yes. It told me it was hungry and that it just wanted something to eat. It wouldn't hurt us. I could feel it." "Then why did it bite someone?" "Because it was starving. Bears lose control when they're that hungry. It really didn't intend to hurt us. I could feel it. It was just acting on a predatory instinct." The judge looked at her for five seconds, then turned to the witness stand. "Counsel for the plaintiff, please present your evidence."

Qinghe was producing them like fever. The small gods held our group together by habit. Stove God kept us fed by turning one bag of rice into porridge three times. Well Spirit found clean water in places that had no plumbing. Auntie Xi walked last, red umbrella hiding our names from the thing beneath prayers. Ava walked beside me, silent too long. Blood had dried on her wrist where the red string cut her. My chest still burned from the merit deficit. Every breath tasted like coins left on graves.

Enemy of demons. My throat tightened. “I see old symbols… a sky city in the mountains… and a sea of vast red flowers,” I whispered. The bear opened its mouth again—but this time the voice wasn’t Deva Pran’s. It was the voice of a warrior. “You have made it this far, flower-bearer. The bloom is close. I told you—you would find the spirit gate.” “And now what?” I asked, bewildered, still spinning from the vision. The voice shifted again—less warrior, more like Deva Pran. I couldn’t tell anymore. Everything was blurring together.

How ridiculous! They had ruined me altogether, leaving me with only a battered life that was slowly slipping away. I curled into myself, trying to keep warm. Tears fell silently onto my body. I didn't know where I was. And even if I did, I had no means of moving. All I could do was wait for death to claim me. As the end neared, images from my past flashed through my mind. But I wasn't ready to die yet. Not like this, at least!

And yet, my mind kept drifting to one thought, one presence that had not yet arrived. Diego. My heart betrayed me, racing with every passing minute, with every arrival that was not him. I told myself I was being foolish, that it was dangerous to even hope for his presence. But the truth was undeniable: I wanted to see him. The drums began to play softly, their rhythm steady like the heartbeat of the forest, as twilight deepened into night. Lanterns blazed to life, illuminating the woods in warm, golden hues. Wolves laughed, embraced, exchanged old stories of battles and hunts long past. The gathering had officially begun.

I turned backward and my heart skipped a million times under a second after my gaze landed on the enchanted bears that were standing before me. There were about five enchanted bears before me. Their skins were crystal white, their eyes were red which showed their desire for blood. They were big and about fifty pounds so it would be hard to take down on each of them. No doubt, I knew I was going to die. I forced back the tears that threatened to pour as the bears moved closer to me in their numbers, growling deeply. They were bloodthirsty animals that were ready to feast on me as their meal. I was truly their meal because I was sure there was no way to escape this death. Even if I was going t

I was her first priority and I was made emotional by this but just then, my touchy emotions switched to panic as both my spirit animals crashed into one another, falling into a fierce battle. It was a brutal exchange, one that was so aggressive that everyone just stood and watched, nobody fighting another but just watching and waiting to see the outcome of the rivalry between a living Bear and a dead one— waiting to see who would be killed and who wouldn’t, as that would most likely determine the course this war would go in. And so everyone watched and waited to see which Bear would come out as the Victor, but I was the only one who didn’t want either of them to die. I was the only one whose