3 Bears Story Novels & Stories

That's when I noticed she didn't have a book, she was telling him a story as she looked off, like she was watching the story unravel in her mind as she spoke out loud. "Once the bear was caught in a net. He thrashed about this way and that until he was exhausted. Then he fell asleep. While he slept a host of little mice began playing all over his great body. Their tiny feet tickled him and he woke with a start. The mice scampered off, all but one that the bear caught under his paw. "Tweek! Tweek!" the frightened little mouse cried. "Let me go! Let me go! Please let me go! If you do I'll reward you some day! I will!"

As her head hit the pillow, Goldilocks was fast asleep. "Wow,what about the bears?" Alex asked "Be calm baby" Annabella smiled Just then, the three bears came home from their walk. "Oh, my!" said Mama Bear. “Did either of you leave the front door open?” "They are back!" Casey hid her face inside her palms “Not I,” said Papa Bear. "Not I," said Little Bear. Slowly the three bears stepped inside and looked around. “Most odd!” said Papa Bear, seeing his spoon in his bowl. “Someone has been eating my oatmeal!”

Mantilo began, but Nate wasn't convinced by his somber tone. "Dad, I doubt it! " Nate denied him softly. "You know what I think? It's probably just one of the local Bears. Last month a bear wondered into the Horse fences and took out three of the Mares before we could run it off." "Oh and why do we care what you think?" Lander growled at him, the scowl on his face a certain contrast to the smirk on Nate's.

Her thoughts ease a little at how attentive he is to her. They pick up their lunches and set out. The day is sunny but as they take the trail into the mountains they are shaded by the tall trees, where it is a little cooler. They see a mother black bear with her cub through a small clearing. The mother bear is eating some wild berries while her baby cub plays beside her. Grant takes a picture and decides it would be a great idea to take pictures along their walk and make Amber an album so she can remember their first trip away. He hopes it will become one of many.

I said in a questioning tone. “The animals within you. They aren’t physical beings like you and I or even our wolves. There are many legends on how Druids came to be but unfortunately without your parents to pass your history down to you all I can tell you is what might be. The legend of the bear for instance. They say a werewolf stumbled on an injured bear in the forest, his leg mangled and twisted. The werewolf could have easily killed the bear in his condition or just left him to die, but he didn’t. He fed and guarded the bear until it had recovered. They roamed as companions until the bears life was coming to an end. Before it died it gave the werewolf it’s spirit to call forth when need

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.

Olivia POV: I was shaking with cold as I crawled into an empty cave, although it blocked out the elements, it did nothing for the wet ice that clung to my skin. I wasn't prepared for this, but I don't think I was ever supposed to be. I huddled into myself, pressing my knees to my chest and trying to keep the sound of my chattering teeth to a minimum in case there were other bears in the vicinity. Bears were our enemy, they were not civilised like us wolves or even like the vampires. They were complete savage monsters. I've heard the stories since I was young about the bears in the north ripping people to shreds for just being in the vicinity. How was I supposed to get home? How was I suppose

She asked him. “We shouldn’t be too much further out.” He answered. “Everybody should be cleared out by now except for my Shadow wolves, they are lying in wait.” Mimi smirked evilly. “They will NOT be getting away.” She grumbled. Babaloo sighed, not really wanting to tell her about the bear with Max and the Russian but he knew he had to if he wanted to earn her trust. “You should know that the bear with Max and the Russian is not which bear but BEAR, Grizzly’s dad.” He told her.

On a full moon night, he shifted into a black bear. The army was shocked. Because no one has ever shifted before the age of 16 and been a black bear with such beautiful fur. Although he is only 12 years old, his bear is bigger than many adult bears. He ran across the prairie in the evening wind, howling at the Moon with his head up. When the old king heard the news and came to the camp, he was so surprised that he hugged his son and cried. The third prince was a werebear chosen by God.

“We can smell fairies easily. I think it has something to do with our history on them.” “I didn’t know bears have a history with fairies,” I said, shaking my head at the thought. “Yes, we learned about it in Bear History,” she explained. “Bears and fairies used to live amongst one another. That is until a bear betrayed the fairies. We haven’t lived in harmony since.” “What did the bears do to the fairies?” I asked, raising my brows. They’d have to be stupid to double-cross a fairy. Fairies were incredibly powerful, and bears weren’t.