The Story Of The Three Bears Novels & Stories

I tell her. “I have three mates back home, Little Miss. Carlos’ mate is the mother of one of my cubs from the laboratory. You can ask him if he feels threatened by me being around his mate. I have no interest in you, other than you being my daughters’ mother. I’m a big, strong bear. I can easily carry you.” “Alright,” she finally agrees. I’m excited because now we can push harder. I still moderate my speed from how fast I want to run, but when we stop again, we’re making better time.

I murmur, leaning forward so my voice is a rumble between us, “let me tell you a story…” When she doesn't interrupt, I continue. "A bear had a cub, and it was very hungry. So one day he went hunting. He saw a human baby, abandoned, and decided to make it his cub's meal. He picked up the baby with his fangs digging into its skin and killing it. When he arrived at the place his cub was, there was blood." Charlotte's face creases but she remains silent, listening. "A hunter had mistaken the cub for a rabbit, and shot it. He stared up at the bear shocked to see a baby in its mouth. And the bear shocked to see his cub dead."

Jennie Everything was happening so fast. My eyes were adjusted to the dark, and I could make out the figures of two very large bears and their glowing eyes. They circled us closing in. Dakota was moving his body around mine following the bears as they got closer. I couldn't move. My body was rigid. How am I supposed to help Tyee and Dakota? They can't take on two bears at once? The bears have moved in on us. They were snapping at our feet, but Dakota didn't budge until the smaller bear swiped his paw at me. Dakota instantly lunged, going for his throat. He snapped down hard and held on as the bear thrashed around, trying to swing him off. Dakota positioned himself under the bear using his c

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.

We would not be able to defeat this two large bears as long as they were together. The two bears took large stride towards us and I spoke up, "At the count of three, turn back and run. But remember, we must stick until we shake this two mini giant off, okay?" They nodded earnestly at my instructions while grabbing their weapons tightly. "Three, two, one, run!!!" I hollered and took the first step back with the two of them following close behind. We could hear the loud and hurried footsteps behind us and we increased our pace.

My food was gone within the first few minutes, so I was able to extend an invitation to any werebears we ran into on the way to join us for training, but I wasn’t expecting many of them to venture far from their residences today. I’d already had an emotionally taxing day, but I charged forward anyway once Rowan and I reached a more secluded part of the path, saying, “I spoke with my father already, but I want to hear your side of the story. What the hell happened with the bears? I swear everything fell apart when I left.”

Probably just a placeholder for something bigger in the future. We surrounded them as quietly as possible. Only the branches being snapped caught their attention and gave away our position. But it was already too late for those humans. They knew their fate as soon as they saw 4 hulking bears pass the line of trees in to their cleaning. Yells and screams rang out through the forest. Alerting other camps and other hideouts of our position. Yano came up behind one human and snapped his neck very easily. He didn't even put up a fight. Marcus was by my side stalking over to another man who was running full force at him with a gun.

There’s a lot more to a human’s life,* I said, pointing out the obvious. “And you’re being selfish! He thought he would never have a mate, maybe even never get cubs of his own. Imagine how he feels, did you even think about that,* she huffed. I watched as Kendra laid some shorts in front of Diego, he quickly began to shift. Burgundy laid completely still and licked her lips with anticipation. We both watched without shame as his fur disappeared, his body shrank and his giant paws disappeared. Soon, there stood the stocky werebear, in all his glory.

"Yes, that one. Remember how they accidentally sent us hunting for a bear? How we ran into the bear—" "Ran for our lives, got lost after jumping down a cliff?" I shivered at the memories. The three boys got away, but Pam and I weren't lucky as the bear particularly chased us. "And then the bear followed us," I laughed. "We would have been a goner if not for…" I froze and looked at her with wide eyes.

All of the children sat on the edge of their cushions, riveted by the story, and seeing their rapt expressions, Eve carried on. She told of the caves and the horrors they hid, and of the bear bringing the princess back to her cage. Eve sung of the princesses mate, and spoke softly when it came to her kidnapping, casting an eye on Katana, to assure herself that she didn't mind, but one look at her friend and she saw Katana was just as wrapped up in the story as the kids all waiting for more. Finally, Eve spoke of the rescue taking place on this very island, and how the bear kept his word, bringing her back home safely.