3 Bears Story Novels & Stories

I vaguely remembered someone saying that grizzly bears can’t climb trees. Before I could even settle on a branch, the two bears arrived. Sitting on the branch, I watched them pacing anxiously below and couldn’t help but laugh. The bears seemed to understand that I was mocking them—one of them even tried to climb the tree. Watching it get closer, I couldn’t help but curse inwardly: Which damn liar spread the rumor that bears can’t climb trees? This is reckless and dangerous!

I murmur, leaning forward so my voice is a rumble between us, “let me tell you a story…” When she doesn't interrupt, I continue. "A bear had a cub, and it was very hungry. So one day he went hunting. He saw a human baby, abandoned, and decided to make it his cub's meal. He picked up the baby with his fangs digging into its skin and killing it. When he arrived at the place his cub was, there was blood." Charlotte's face creases but she remains silent, listening. "A hunter had mistaken the cub for a rabbit, and shot it. He stared up at the bear shocked to see a baby in its mouth. And the bear shocked to see his cub dead."

Everyone thinks they're a bunch of sweethearts, but I know the truth. I'm a black bear and was the head of a bear biker gang. We were one of the gangs that actually acted like a gang, not like the weak bunnies or misfits. When some of my men were poisoned, I went to the bunnies for help. They refused because we weren't what they considered good men. The men who had been poisoned died, and now the bunnies are going to die. The rest of my men ran away, scared that whoever poisoned our gang would get them, too.

I tell her. “I have three mates back home, Little Miss. Carlos’ mate is the mother of one of my cubs from the laboratory. You can ask him if he feels threatened by me being around his mate. I have no interest in you, other than you being my daughters’ mother. I’m a big, strong bear. I can easily carry you.” “Alright,” she finally agrees. I’m excited because now we can push harder. I still moderate my speed from how fast I want to run, but when we stop again, we’re making better time.

“Imagine a young bear cub hunting in the woods. Hunting season had just opened, and this cub was starving. So the cub goes hunting and finds a deer drinking in a small pond. He is about to pounce on the deer when BAM, an arrow sinks into the tree beside his head. The hunter aims again, but a huge wolf comes out of nowhere, taking the hunter down to the ground. I swear to you that hunter shit his pants.” Quinn rolled his eyes and then looked at Willow. He could tell that she was laughing at the way Hector had told the story.

Holding her shoulders, I explained, “We don’t hate bears, honey. But… they could be dangerous right now. They’re all pretty grumpy about some things that happened a few years ago. Until that gets sorted out, we need to be extra careful.” Elva nodded, soaking in my words. Then she held out her bear toward me. “Do we report Mr. Fuzz Bear?” My heart cracked down the middle. How could I possibly, properly explain this situation to Elva, a child? She couldn’t see the difference between wolves and bears. To her, they were all her tea-party guests. “No, Elva,” I said, gently pushing Mr. Fuzz Bear back toward Elva. “Mr. Fuzz Bear is a bear we can trust. It’s every other bear that we see that we must

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.”

They growled again and I didn’t get the chance to back away like the two he-wolves had done as both beastly Bears started to race towards me, bobbing with the several heavy pounds of flesh. I trembled in fear and then I tripped and fell to the ground in my attempt to run. I was scared and uncoordinated and I landed at a short distance beside a pair of legs— Ciril’s legs. She still hadn’t moved from where she was standing. The sound of ferocious growls poured on me and told me the Bears were close to me and about to end me. I squeezed my eyes tightly shut in my fright as I felt these beastly monsters upon me.

Couple this with their high attacks, neither Mistaken Fox nor the minotaur knew whether or not they should laugh or cry at the situation. After a few minutes of fighting like this and getting nowhere, except maybe closer to death, Mistaken Fox finally did something he hasn't done since he got the minotaur. Taking a moment to allow the Stone Axe Minotaur to tank all three brown bears, Mistaken Fox backed off a bit and withdrew his minotaur back into his talisman form. This action left the brown bears stunned for a moment. Taking advantage of, Mistaken Fox immediately turned tail and ran away, leaving the bears stunned for a second before deciding to give chase.

He knew a lot of different stars and their meanings, but that one was new to him. “I’m not sure actually. I can’t figure out the consolation it belongs to.” His eyes scanned over the surrounding stars and then smiled. “Oh, that’s the little bear.” “The what?” Dylan asked. “The little bear. In the spring and summer months, you can see the little bear. In the fall and winter, you can see the mama bear. I believe the story goes that they got separated while on Earth and their souls floated to the sky, still searching for each other.”