The Last Bears Daughter Novels & Stories

It nuzzled her hand gently, trying to offer comfort. Mother rubbed its head gently and offered a weak smile. “How come it's not scared of you?” I asked, shifting the focus of our conversation to satisfy my piqued curiosity. Mother looked down at the deer and laughed softly. It was honest and kind. The first she'd managed since we arrived. “After tonight,” she smiled at me. “You'll learn how to bond with nature too.” “Now where was I?” “Saving the boys,” I reminded her. “Yes,” she nodded slowly, and picked up her story from there. “I took the boys with me and ran. But I was followed. It was at the edge of that cliff that I first met your father, and where he decided the war had to end.”

It was about the people we loved, the family we protected, and the bonds we refused to let break. Later, after the girls had fallen asleep, Lucian, my father, and I sat in silence. The house smelled faintly of smoke, sweat, and fear—a scent I would never forget. My father held the recording device, replaying the villain’s voice one last time. Every confession, every cruel detail, every justification for his obsession with me… it was all there, preserved as evidence, as proof of what we had survived. “I can’t believe he…” my father’s voice trailed off, tears streaking his face. “I never wanted you to see this. I never wanted any of this to touch your life.”

But then I remembered about our son so I looked around and started panicking again. Maze was shot and I can't afford it if ever I found out that Nathan was hurt as well. "W-where's my son? W-where's Nate?" I said hysterically as I am finally free from the ties. "He's with Becka. And Heather is guarding them. No one shall hurt Maze's son." Royce said darkly. His expression was far from his usual whilst looking in front of us so I looked at it, too and saw that Maze is finally free from the ties and is looking at me.

Before the door closed behind her, she tossed one last line over her shoulder. "Jason, don't forget. I'm the one who gave you a son now." "That dead woman. She's useless." The chapel door clicked shut. Jason slid down against the casket and buried his face in his hands. On the surveillance feed, I watched his shoulders shake. Pathetic. You don't appreciate someone when they're alive. You only cry when they're gone. Then my phone buzzed with a text from my father. "They will pay. Every last one of them."

I yelled back, but my voice was shaking. Behind me, my daughter clutched my clothes tightly, her tiny body trembling with fear and shame. "Lying?" Director Lee sneered and gestured at my small, shabby apartment. "Ms. Sanders, don't push your luck. I'm here today to give you a piece of advice. Don’t let us see you near the school again, or..." She paused and shifted her gaze to my daughter, her smile turning icy. "We can’t guarantee that your daughter won’t accidentally fall down the stairs and get hurt."

Natasha I was walking through the woods with my father by my side. I smiled at him as I pointed to a small group of bears just up ahead. “Daddy, look, bears.” He took my hand as we walked over to them. A huge black one eagerly galloped out to meet us halfway. My father let me go when I fearfully took a step back. I watched as he ran his hands over the bear. The bear circled him, pressing against him. He smiled at me over the bear's head.

At my bonding ceremony with Liam Jones, the pack witch appeared and dropped a bombshell—my long-lost sister, Victoria, was still alive. She could bring Victoria back, but there was a catch. She turned to my parents and asked: “Are you willing to trade Margret Davis for Victoria Davis? The two will swap bodies.” My parents' faces lit up with excitement. They didn't hesitate for a second. Yes. They said the only reason they had me was because Victoria had vanished, and their mind-link with her had gone silent. I'd spent twenty years living a life that was never mine, while my sister suffered for over a decade. This was what I owed her. Then the witch turned to Liam. Victoria had gone missing b

Man: But… I don’t understand anything anymore… My father sighed softly. Drake: Let me make the introductions properly. Sixteen years ago, my dear daughter was taken from our home. The one who took her was Thompson’s father… I don’t know why, and probably never will, but Prince Alexander rescued her while he was searching for his soulmate. The Goddess guided his steps to her. My daughter, Evangeline Beaufort, sole heir of the Last Crescent pack, was Thompson’s prisoner all those years, and she is the soulmate of the future King, your future Queen! So, do you understand now, Alpha Jaxon? Do you understand why I escorted her inside with her Gamma? Because yes, the Gamma was chosen; her life was

“Sorry for fucking asking, but I don’t know you.” He’s about to retort when we hear Maya making some weird warrior call from the trees before she starts shooting arrows at the wolves surrounding my daughter, and everyone goes quiet. I watch my daughter look up in confusion, searching for her as Maya taunts everyone. I guess that weird sound was some sort of A****n thing that they do. “I’m presuming that’s our cue.” The bear says before he shifts and starts calmly walking down the hill. I give them one last look before following him.

“This is the last time. We will get Sera out. After this, we will get married, and I will spend the rest of my life paying for what I did to you.” “Can you not see that she is putting on a show?” I asked. He looked away. “I do not know.” But his expression said otherwise. Everyone knew exactly what she was doing. But I was still the one pushed into the fire. The warehouse sat at the end of a cracked road, far from any streetlights. The air smelled of rust and damp concrete. Graffiti stained the walls, and the only light came from a single bulb hanging from a frayed wire. This was not a place for negotiation. This was where people came to disappear.