Touching Spirit Bear Novel Novels & Stories

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?”

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.

He looked like a Spirit wolf. The Gamma launched at him, but Damien successfully dodged. The Gamma attacked again, and Damien dodged. They were at it for a while with Damien dodging every attack. It was clear Alex didn't want to hurt him. Getting frustrated he turned to mist to attack, but Damien did something no spirit wolf had ever done before. He stood on his hind legs, grabbed the head of the mist and pinned it down. A golden light began to emit from him. The rest of the pack backed away, afraid of being touched by the light. The Gamma became whole again under Damien's paws, and Alex spoke in what seemed like a roar.

The distant roar of the bear echoed through the corners of the forest, fueling my urgency to reach Hunter. When I arrived, I was met with the terrifying scene. The Brown Bear raised its imposing paw, ready to deliver the final blow to Hunter. Without hesitation, I jumped on the bear's back, surprising both the bear and Hunter. “Fierce, what are you doing?” he exclaimed, confused. “I came to help you,” I replied, wasting no time. My loyalty to him surpassed any test or ceremony. Hunter, surprised, ordered me, “Go away, Fierce. This is my test.”

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.

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

The mountain valley echoed with harrowing screams, the metallic scent of blood saturating the air. I stood still, watching, waiting for their demise, when suddenly, a gunshot cracked through the stillness. The bear, startled by the sound, turned sharply and bolted back to its cubs, gathering them before vanishing into the forest's shadows.