3 Bears Story Novels & Stories

Perhaps it wasn’t hungry, and we were just trespassers in its territory. As the bear considered its actions, I slowly reached into my pocket and pulled out my knife. When I was a young girl, I’d heard stories of werewolves fighting bears during their hunts in graphic detail. The stories would involve a lot of blood, tearing of limbs, and then the heads of their kills being shown off to Pack members as trophies. I’d never seen a bear head for myself, but I knew there was likely some truth to the tales. Of course, I couldn’t shift anymore.

But I knew that they couldn't see too much from where they were. I looked back down at the street and the werebears were running straight for Jackson and his warriors and Jackson roared in attack and his warriors followed him, heading straight towards the bears. And that's when my heart almost stopped. There was a reason why bears were taken out 100 years ago. They are too dangerous when they are in their bear selves. No one could beat them. So they were trapped and executed. And Jackson was running head on into a fight with them. I knew that this wasn't going to be good. There were about 200 werewolves and about 50 bears. And I still didn't like those odds.

She spoke the entire time while looking at the director, never once at Curt's parents. "I admit I was the one who suggested we get out and feed the bear. But my original suggestion was just to observe from a distance. I never told anyone to get that close. I got injured too." She pointed at the gauze on her face. As she spoke, her voice dropped, as though she were the one with a grievance. "As for what actually caused the incident, the bear was lying still. Every one of us assumed it wasn't aggressive. Animals in extreme starvation will fake weakness. It's a hunting instinct."

"...no one in our tribe was ready to cross that wooden log. But that bear cub was shouting for help from the other side. That's when I walked over that log. When I was almost halfway crossed, I idiotically looked down and realized the depth of the valley underneath me. My heart started beating so fast. But I wanted to help that cub. So I prayed to Sun and walked over the other side. That cub held onto me as soon as I picked him up. The boys were cheering when I rescued that cub. I felt so happy and proud that day. But the story didn't end of there. Because the mother bear came running towards us. You should have seen our reaction..." He laughed beautifully at his recollected childhood memory

Narrated When Mason saw that there were only a few bears left he looked for an opening and disappeared. They finished the remaining bears while the others were already clearing and burning the bodies. None of them were sad about the turn of events, in fact they were relieved that they don’t have to deal with the bears anymore. Luka was panting when he and his beta killed the last of the bears. “I need to see my mate.” He said and JP nodded.

As they went deeper into the woods, they ran into Two bears. Ondo killed them without hesitation. They realize they were a perfect pair. Zara thought about how they were going to keep the food fresh. She asked ondo, and he told her that was a cave with energy stone that can help with. But it deep into Forest, and some monster bees live in the cave.

Maybe even like it? Is that even possible? Ana thought. She just felt on edge by it. “Okay. I will.” Ana answered. “Good.” Nicoli smiled and let go. The silver slipped from his hand to land with the rest. “Well, now that we made a promise, back to more bears!” And Nicoli was excitedly pulling back up his book. He rapidly turned pages. “And this one is a Grizzly bear. And that’s a black bear. Oh, this one is really tough, a Polar bear-” Nicoli went on.

another voice asks. “He has these spells since I found him almost dead in the woods,” Billy says. I can hear the hesitation in his voice. He hates sharing information that is not his to share. Bears are excellent that way. They are natural loners, but when they care about someone, they protect them ferociously and by any means. If you can earn the trust of a bear, then you have their loyalty and their secrecy. “I’ve had them since I was a child,” I lie. “This isn’t uncommon. It’s just stress-related. I will be fine.” I look around and see Maggie, Billy, and a man I don’t recognize.