Scooby-doo Scarebear Novels & Stories

White, silk wool shot out of his leg and started to cover the bear with it until it couldn't move anymore. The bear was trying to struggle and constantly growled as it felt helpless. I watched in horror as the creature bent down and sunk its teeth into the bear's throat and started drinking its blood. The bear made a screeching sound and stared at us helplessly. "It's time to go. I have seen enough," Ambrose said. "Hop on my back as soon as I shift." I kept my eyes on the spider-centaur man. He was still enjoying his bear feast. I nodded to let Ambrose know that I was in on his plan.

It looks at me so creepy ready to attack. "BEAR!..." I scream so scared, the beast approaches me... with its claws and its eyes full of violence, I stand paralyzed full of fear.

I chuckled and made my way to the door. ‘’Are you going looking like that?’’ ‘’Yeah, why not?’’ ‘’You’re going to scare kids on the street, your hair looks terrible, you look like the yetti monster from that kids cartoon, uhm.. which one was it again? yeah! Scooby-Doo. Here, put this on’’ She tossed me a scarf that was lying on the floor next to her, it was the scarf I had on from earlier this morning but the scarf only made it halfway through so I bent down to pick it up. I tied it around my head and adjusted my top a bit.

Although the howl didn't last long, my energy was drained just to endure the deafening sound. My body almost fell to the ground if my brain didn't give me the command to stay alert. I cast my gaze forward. The bear monster had thick white fur similar to a polar bear, it was about three stories tall. The beast had two pairs of arms and two legs, with a fat, flabby body.

Dave touched his hurting nose in disbelief, his eyes darkened with fury as he decided he’d retort rather than retreat. He threw a punch at Justin who not only dodged but also struck back. He staggered back, bruised beyond words, it was a terrible sight to see because a part of his eye was red already. Dave couldn’t just accept defeat and without a word, he let out a loud scream, it was enough to scare the beds away and in minutes, the clothes shredded to pieces as his arms and legs changed into limbs. He was on the ground in less than three minutes, a big black wolf with white spots was staring at Justin with his eyes blazing with anger. “Argh!” He screamed, baring his fangs as he dashed to

I say, trying to hide my smile. “He’s a werewolf, Mama. Bees don’t sting for no reason. He’s supposed to be brave. I’m brave and I’m only four.” She holds up four sticky fingers proudly. I lift a brow. “You’re brave, huh? What about the time you made daddy check under your bed for monsters three nights in a row?” Scarlett’s eyes narrow, like I’m betraying her. “That’s different. Monsters are sneaky. Bees are just bees,” she states with irrefutable logic. “Oh, I see. Very scientific.”

"I'm not getting out." I pulled the seatbelt tight and kept my hand on the buckle. Curt Brennan was the first to react. His hand came over the seat and landed hard on my right shoulder. "What are you doing? Are you actually chickening out?" The back seat went quiet for a few seconds. Petra Winslow frowned. "You don't believe me? I told you, I heard the bear. It's just hungry. It's not going to hurt anyone. What are you so afraid of?"

Scott hurried to Deacon's side as the beta linked with Oliver, and they ran as a unit to where Scott indicated. It was a small hole, almost entirely overgrown in ivy, but they made short work of clearing the space. All three men knew that a giant bear was running around down there with their Alpha and Luna, both unaware of the danger. Deacon was the first one down, and the stench hit him immediately, causing the staunch man to hurl the contents of his lunch onto the ground. Scott came next, followed by Oliver, who screwed his nose up at the sight of a half-eaten rabbit.

The bear yawned. I looked back at Cassio worriedly, is the bear really leaving him? “Mister bear.” I cleared my throat, “His legs would ache real bad when he gets there.” “Please call me Scymodus, pretty wolf. And as for that boy, he can transform if he likes, otherwise he should walk.” Scymodus shrugged. I looked back at Cassio who was still ranting as he ran after us. “Alright, alright. I’ll just go pick him up, because of you though.” Scymodus paused, sighing before slowly sitting.

Their scents were amazing and I wanted to get lost in it. “Further down are thick forests so don't go too far,” he warned as I admired the woods lost in the beauty. “Damon and the rest of us hunt in the nearby forests sometimes,” he continued. “Deeper inside there are bears and boars and they are very dangerous,” he said, his voice dropping in the tone story narrators used when they wanted to scare their listeners. “I'm not afraid of bears and boars.” I laughed. He grinned, admitting his failure to put fear in me.