Scooby Doo Ghost Bear Novels & Stories

"Do not forget magic wristband and your waistbeads!" At the sound, Malison clenched his fists, as if to steal himself against a awful sight. Laney stood firm beside him, fully armed for the great battle ahead. There was silence on the other end. He heard a clinking sound, and could make out several feet away from them, a dark figure moving rapidly. It was a wolf, maybe the thickest possible one he had ever seen. He had heard that, but it still caused him no worry.

This caught them off guard, even though they are on high alert. What the hell happened? How come they did not see or hear these mindless creatures when they were approaching them? It was weird as well as suspicious. The giant bear zombie roared, its size and menacing demeanor presenting a formidable challenge. It was as if the giant bear zombie was too sure that he'd win the fight.

“You were right! She’s with Ducky and Mr. Soggy!” Mr. Soggy was a teddy bear who went from white to some variation of cream color that could not be identified, who had gone through the wash four times and now looked like he'd survived an apocalypse. But to Mira, our little girl, they were her world. And through them, she’d become mine.

It was a low growl, followed by the rustling of leaves and twigs. "What is that?" I asked, trying to stare in the dark direction the sound was coming from. Ashton's expression turned serious as he scanned the surroundings, and his arms tightened around me. Then a growl vibrated in his chest. "Bears. But they are not just bears. They're werebears." I gasped, hugging him back as though my life depended on it. Ashton's grip on me tightened even more, his eyes scanning the area for any signs of danger. The growls grew louder and closer, making my blood run cold.

“I can handle Morte. And I’ll handle this bitch the same way I plan on handling our guest of honor tonight. If you all want a piece, come find us in ten…no make it twenty minutes. And save me some beer while you’re at it fuckers.” “More like five minutes you fat fucker,” laughed Beanpole. “Sit down and let’s finish our game,” said Bad Santa. “Suck my dick, Ghost. You know you want to. I’ll give you a turn after this bitch here.” So, Beanpole was called Ghost. He was pale, but hardly on the level of flesh challenged. But compared to Fat Bastard and Bad Santa, he was the lightest man in the room and clearly not Italian like the other two. But soon enough he would be much paler indeed.

"It must be raccoons checking out the old trash. Nothing to worry about." Nathan gulps audibly, whispering back. "Bears like to look through trashcans as well..." "Are you serious right now?" I fight the urge to laugh. "You aren't afraid of ghosts, but bears?" "Because ghosts don't exist, but bears do!" "Huh..." I push myself off the floor and slide out of my sleeping bag. Nathan is staring up at me. "Wait, where are you going?" His eyes are enormous. "You're not going out there to check it out, right? That would be insane!"

"Aww. That's Woobie. Don't you remember him?" I hadn't ever seen the thing in my life. "Nope." She huffed. "You got him for me at Chuck E Cheese's." It didn't ring a bell. "At my tenth birthday party." Still nothing. "Right before Sherlynn Gossman pulled your pants down in front of everyone there." Ah, it was all coming back to me and not in a pretty light. "You always did have poor taste in friends." I tossed the grungy stuffed animal back at her. "You should get rid of it. That bear should have a biohazard warning on it."

"Don't dare touch me again or I'll kill you again." The male chuckles and rubs his hair. "I'm just like you... A ghost. So how can you possibly kill me? I came back just the same way you came back cause I can't let you hurt her even though I wish I can cause she's a silly female." Jalen rolls her eyes at him and relaxes but suddenly shudders when his other words dawned on her and all the hairs on her body started rising and goosebumps prickled at her skin. "Y..yo..u..both are ghosts?"

Ghost is a dark fae, which means he’s greedy, likes death, and likes pretty women with spunk. His short white hair is spiked. Ghost wears a black sleeveless hoodie and black and white checkered jeans with black boots. His eyebrows, nose, and lips are all pierced with gages in both ears. His pointed ears give him away that he is fae. Ghost has all black eyes, much like one would think a demons would be if they were real. Some things are just stories made up of distorted truths. Demons and angels fall into that category. Ghost's pasty white skin almost glows under the glow of the flashing lights.

Aidinth laughed, “You know her very well, Luna Abby.” Everyone laughed and I replied, “I’m very passionate about this cause. I want it to work out for you guys. I can’t stand the thought of you losing more werebears, but I love polar bears, and I don’t want them killed off either. Aren’t they endangered?” Denali replied, “Yes. We can’t hunt them or the Blue Bears.” I shook my head, “Wait. What? Blue Bears?” Denali chuckled, “Blue Bears are Glacial Bears. They’re beautiful and they are extremely rare. They’re our white wolves.” I chuckled, “I get it. I had just never heard of them. Why don’t we set a time for the next meeting, and I will include Koda on it?” Gideon smiled, “Koda Orson? Big bl