Scooby-doo Scarebear Novels & Stories

Vastria grabbed the poster, “It’s coming here tonight? The carnival of ‘Fright Night’?” The carnival of 'Fright Night' the two girls was excited over was a well-known carnival in the goth community. It was of course a vampire themed carnival. The image or mascot of this carnival was a bear. This bear was an angry/grumpy looking bear giving off an evil grin of two-toned various colors. The difference with this bear was that it had fangs and claws to match the theme of the carnival. The two girls had waited a long time for the carnival hoping it would come to town. The carnival would visit various places once, then go on to the next. It was a one-night carnival. They could not pass it up.

I tried to focus on his face to drive away my fear. "But it had been so real. The bear was about to eat me again...and this time there was no one to save me. Alpha Lucien wasn't there, you weren't there....just me and the bear. He wanted to kill me. It was so scary" I burst into a sob.

The insects had stopped their chirping, and the wind had died down to a stagnant breath. From the darkness of a hollowed-out oak, two glowing, amber eyes ignited. It wasn't a wolf. It was a Scourge-Bear—a creature corrupted by the dark magic that bled from the Shadow Packs to the north. It stood eight feet tall, its fur matted with a black, oily substance that smelled of rot.

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Werebears are giant, demonic bears with glowing eyes, and now one is on the loose inside my mansion? Fuck-fuck-fuck! I pull at the chains some more. Laura, my sweet little mate, is sleeping without me—what if she gets attacked?! All sort of fucked up thoughts—like the werebear ripping her apart and eating her intestines flash through my head. It makes me see red, and my breathing gets labored. I hear the beast walk up the stairs, causing me to pull at the chains even harder. My panic is building, and I'm slipping into darkness.

Scorch howls in agony, then roars at the creature who just killed his mate. “Justice, I need to help him!” I struggle to keep my voice calm. “You can’t fight a werebear alone!” Scorch makes a strange squealing sound that turns into a man groaning. I have to help him. I can’t let him die. “I can’t sit here like a coward.” I stand up, but immediately double over again as the pain burns anew.

It was unlike him. "Just stop talking." Ghost sighed, looking out the window again. He had to decide what to do next. What should he do with the beast in his bedroom? He couldn't make a fucking choice, no matter how hard he thought about it. The buzzing tone and Scar's gasp made him turn around. "It's the boss." Scar gestured at the phone, fear drenched every inch of his face. "Don't tell him you've seen me. Do you understand?" Ghost warned him keenly.

I didn't know who the guard should be scared of more at the moment, Soren or Jessica. “I'm going to enjoy watching Beta Soren tear you from limb to limb." She bared her fangs, the guard bared his in return. "Maybe we should just let them pass.” The other guard said, placing a hand on his colleagues arm. He looked around warily, almost afraid. “No.” He growled and turned back to us, " you better turn this car around right now or else–" "I'll be very careful on how I finish that statement if I were you.” a cold voice cut him off, Soren was walking towards us, looking all intimidating in black. He was such a playful guy that I'd forgotten that he also had a scary reputation, the Cunning Fox.

Bloody demonic ass-wipe, how dare he grin at me! “I am not stupid, demon bear here was dying not 2 days ago, now he walks around fit as a fiddle. Explain that to me!” I said pointing to the grinning asshole in the armchair. “I am not a demon bear!” He goes to say before standing, a low rumble coming from his chest. I pull my finger back at the sound. My face falling slack, my body lightly trembles in fear with the uncertainty of what is to come. Sure, not demonic, just an empty tummy.

She replied. He walked in and closed the door behind him then asked, "Where's your best friend?" "In the next room, sleeping," Scar informed him and he hummed. As he walked into her cozy room, Seb noticed a number of teddy bears on her bed, his brows rose in surprise, "You still sleep with teddy bears?" He had an amused expression as he asked, his hand tucked into his pants pocket. This caused Scar to blush, "There's nothing wrong with that, they are good for cuddling." She defended crossing her arms over her chest and glaring at him.