Grumpy Bear

I think that's part of the nature of the wolf. When engaged in hand-to-hand combat their first instinct is to assert dominance and demand submission before making the kill. Apollo just wasn't expecting the enemy to vanish from their jaws before the killing bite! That was unfortunately a hindsight 20/20 issue for Bill, and the reason he shouted "Gods I'm such an idiot!" after seeing the mist come sweeping through the chimney into the apartment. (It was also a pretty convenient plot device for me, as well!) -- 💙 Grumpy

The reveille call went out at 6 am as usual, but this morning, it was immediately followed by an announcement from the Headmaster through the campus loudspeaker system. “Cadets, as you wake today, you will notice that a military camp has risen on our Parade Grounds. For the next two or three days, the Academy will be host to an actual Special Forces unit conducting training exercises nearby. While they are here on campus, all classes and PT sessions are suspended. Their camp, the Parade

It was nearly midnight when Thomas and Sam pulled into the Academy. The students were all asleep in the dorms, but the werebear teachers and staff were all awake and on patrol. Gary greeted them in the circular driveway as they pulled in. “You can drop your bags here and then park the truck around behind the main house in the teacher’s lot.” Gary instructed Sam, who got to work unloading the back with their spare clothing, camping, survival equipment, and a box containing a special electr

The group gathered in the former ballroom of the mansion, which now served as an auditorium where the entire Academy could gather indoors for special events. Present were the entire werebear teaching and support staff, as well as Bernie, Joe, Manny, George, and Peter. Gary had considered sending Manny and Peter to their rooms, since they were the only two not privy to the existence of were-creatures but decided that they’d already seen too much; leaving them out of the discussions at this

“I think we need to get out of the house!” the teenage blonde girl screamed at the others. “The doors are locked,” her muscular boyfriend yelled, shaking the doorknob futilely, “We’re trapped in here!” “It has us exactly where it wants us,” the dark-haired goth girl replied to them both. “None of us are getting out of here alive.” “If it wasn’t for you and your stupid Ouija board bullshit,” the other boy shouted, “We wouldn’t even be in this fucking mess, bitch.” “Why don’t

The bugle sounding reveille went off at 6 am as usual, but today was Saturday. Not only was it Saturday, but Bernie and his friends had no sporting meets, kitchen duty or other assignments. It was a completely free day with which they could do as they pleased. Free days were not plentiful, but they occurred often enough that Bernie’s group had developed a system. They took turns deciding what to do as a group with their free day, and today was Manny’s turn. For the last few weeks, Manny

Bernie reported to Gary’s office and sat on the couch, just as he had done every weekday for the last month since arriving at the Academy. He had been nervous for the first week, not sure what Gary was going to try to make him talk about, but he soon found the hour spent each day in the Headmaster’s office to be casual and relaxing. It seemed that Gary had been working backwards through his life. In their first session, he just wanted to talk about Walter and the Children’s Services prog

Gary and Bill sat in front of the computer in Gary’s office. They were on a video conference with three of their Council representatives and Matthias, the Ancient. Representing the Council on the call were Gunnar, Axel and Thomas. “Here’s the situation, Gentle-bears,” Gary said, “We have a new cadet at the school as of this morning who has been orphaned and in foster care since the age of five. Bill and I have confirmed by scent that he’s bear kindred, but there’s a problem. He’s been b

Hmm... If only the Bears had one of the Ancients on speed-dial who they can consult on such matters... 🤔

Bill stood in at at-ease position with Bernie’s cap held in his hands behind his back. He watched the new cadet running back from the dorm building in his PT uniform carefully scanning the ground to the left and right of his path as he ran. When he got up to Bill, he stopped and stood up straight and still in front of him. “It seemed like you were looking for something on the ground as you ran back here, Cadet,” Bill said, “Am I right?” “Yes, Staff Sergeant,” Bernie replied.

The white van marked with the emblem of Children’s Services of Tennessee pulled into the circular driveway in front of the century-old mansion that now served as classrooms and administrative offices for the Academy. It was 9:00 am, and the campus was a beehive of activity, with cadets hurrying to their next class or out into the parade grounds for morning calisthenics. Gary stood at the top of the steps under the front portico, and watched as the passenger door opened, and a handsome boy

Sean was married, and had a wife of his own. Although they were committed to taking care of Bill for the first few months after Bill got out of the hospital, Bill was afraid of becoming a burden on their life together as a couple. Bill preferred the option to go "poof" and disappear rather than have to force his best friend to put his life on hold to take care of him. Yet another of Bill's sacrifices.

Gary sat in the office of the Academy reviewing the paperwork and transcripts for a new cadet who would be arriving the next day. All the boys at their school came from troubled backgrounds and had a variety of emotional and academic problems, but that was exactly the kind of student they had formed the Academy to help. Gary and his mate, Bill had an uncanny knack to be able to connect with these boys at a deeper level than your standard public-school teacher. Part of that could be attributed

Good catch on that @centexhairysub. I'm delving into a narrow and lesser-known facet of ancient Celtic paganism in order to create my own version of the mythology. "Tuath De'" translates to "Tribe of the gods" and within that broad spectrum is a branch known as Celtic Animism. This sect held the land, waters, and trees as sacred, and believed that certain spirits were closely associated with particular animals. So, I've used that mythology as my springboard and adapted it somewhat to align with four known groups of were-kind in my fictional world to create a "what if" scenario to explore how those Celtic animal spirits could have survived the eons as the last of the Celtic tribe of gods by gathering an assembly of corresponding were-creatures as worshippers, and forcing them to perform the subsequent rituals that will be revealed as the story progresses.

Hi Werebear fans, I'm back with the first chapter in the fourth installment of the Werebears in America series! I'm currently on a vacation of sorts visiting family in the North for a couple weeks, so new chapter postings will be a little sporadic for a while, but I wanted to give you a taste of what's to come with the first chapter. Be sure to follow this story to get updates when the new chapters are published! Enjoy! 💙 Grumpy Bear

Rieka peered through the doorway into the darkened room containing four small beds. The children were all asleep as they should be at their age and at this hour of night. She thought of the extreme efforts that had been expended in order to find these children, but the cost was necessary for the continuation of their way of life. “I honestly thought that we would not find them this cycle,” Karhu whispered, walking up behind Rieka in the dim hallway. “Even as the human population expands

Werebear mates Gary and Bill run an academy for at-risk boys, and are thrilled to discover that an orphaned youth sent to their boarding school by the state is bear kindred. But, when the mysterious boy is drawn to a remote area in the Smoky Mountains by an unknown force following his 18th birthday, the Bears must band together to save one of their own from a fate worse than death.

The enclave in Atikokan was a buzz of activity. Not only were Axel and Adam home once again, but Max, the youngest of the former monsters and the last Cub to bond with a Papa and be turned, had finally reached the day of his first change. Max had been resistant to befriending any of the bears for the first few months after coming to Atikokan, remaining wary of the creatures that reminded him of Christopher, the werebear who had transformed him into the monster. Over time, Erik, one of Ati

The bears never did get their tour of Anchorage together, choosing instead to spend their last day in the city in their hotel suite, making love all day and ordering room service. They ordered enough food at dinnertime to feed a small football team, and it was delivered to their room by none other than Logan, fresh off his shift and eager for one more night of play with the bears he admired. “Welcome back, Pup,” Axel said with a grin as he let the energetic wolf wheel in the cart laden

Hey Werebear Fans! I'm dealing with Tropical Storm Fred today and I'm expected to get up to 10 inches of rain and up to 50 mph winds for the next 3 days, so I'm getting everything tied down and I'll be staying indoors working on the last two chapters of Arctic Roots over the weekend. So, as long as I don't blow away, you should expect to see Chapter 19 posted bright and early on Monday morning! -- 💙 Grumpy

Someone asked the same question back in the story Trophy Cub when Gunnar gave Thomas a silver bracelet for Christmas. Werebears (at least in the world that I have created for these characters) have no weakness to silver, gold or any other ore or metal. Werebears can be killed through severe injury that can kill faster than they can heal, even with their fast healing powers. A regular bullet to the brain or heart will kill a werebear, but a bullet to the gut or other organ would most likely be healed and therefore non-fatal.

“You aren’t going back overland all the way to Coldfoot again, you’re sitting your bear asses in a plane and flying back,” Matthias yelled, “Only assholes who don’t care about the Arctic ecosystem go tearing it up with their big truck tires, off-roading wherever they fucking want like ignorant and entitled shitheads.” “Well, I’m not going to let my new Mercedes 4 by fucking 4 sit out here on the tundra to rust, am I?” Axel yelled back, “Besides, the last time I put the Cub on a plane, he fr

“So, tell me Alexei,” Matthias said as they sat at a table outside Douglas’s home. “There must have been more that brought you all the way here than just a Cub wanting to meet his Grand-Papa and based on the life you’ve described living in that werebear hippie commune of yours, I very much doubt that you purchased that Mercedes-Benz 4x4 over there without some additional assistance.” “First of all,” Axel replied, “I go by ‘Axel’ now and not Alexei. I gave up my Russian name during a major

I've known people just like this. A straight couple who always fought before sex to get themselves heated up and turned on. If that's the sort of emotional relationship that Matthias needs, It's probably for the best that he lives alone as a hermit! Although his long-term scheme to turn Alexei into a thick-skinned trash-talking bad boy worked, luckily for Axel he found a better way, and found someone who loves him for who he is.

I just wanted to mention that after all of the extensive research and historical study that I've put into each of the previous chapters of Arctic Roots, I went into the writing of this chapter completely blind. I didn't know until I wrote Adam's line when he asked what herbs were in the stew that it had been drugged with orpin rose and bearsbane, and I had no idea what was going to happen when Matthias showed up. After hearing Axel's version of his life story for so long, it suddenly made sense to hear a version of it from Matthias's point of view, and it all took shape as it flowed from my brain to my fingers. Matthias hated Alexei because he was too nice. Matthias wanted someone to argue with the way he did with his former Mate. Axel's hardships over the years had actually served to mold him into the kind of bear that Matthias always wanted. So of course, they were going to end up having an insult and profanity-laden 3-way! 😁