The Three Bears Story Novels & Stories

His lips are still tilted in that wicked little smile. That night, Jabari and Amara refuse to close their eyes on the furs unless my voice tells them a bedtime tale. Even though I have spent five winters putting Zuberi and Tavon to sleep in our villa, I only know the basic old story about the three little forest pigs who built dens to hide from the big rogue wolf. The second I start whispering the words, I see the totally bored, blank stares on both of their little faces. They are way too smart for baby stories.

Bears, assist us! Just as Cosmo linked me, one of the Bears stepped on the human on the ground, while another tackled the other human down. They do not respond to being injured and instead stand there like a deer caught in the headlights. Finally finding my voice, I remarked quietly as Cosmo stood in front of me, grin on his face and tail wagging with delight. "How did you do that Cosmo?" He responded me proudly. 'Mom said two people were hurting the pups, I played with the cubs, I told friends to help, they came, they helped, mom gave a stake for help, and me?'

Such a little smarty-pants. I start telling her the tale of "Goldie Locks and Three Bears." Of course, she questioned every aspect of the story from how the bears could build and own a house in the woods. To how are they can cook. I barely get to the part where Goldie Locks is discovered sleeping by the bears when Brixtius returns with items I requested.

The spirit beast ran to the border before stopping, but all we could see were the three beastmen. "You vile beasts, where have you taken Vee?" Mother angrily scolded them, forgetting that she was merely the ruler of a small kingdom. Sure enough, the three beastmen burst into laughter upon hearing that. Felix casually tugged on a rope beside him. "Ha! Like mother, like daughter—so defiant." Sharp wails came from the cliff's edge. "Mother, no! Don't anger them or I'll die! They're all insane!" Mother was gripping my hand tightly, and when she discovered Victoria hanging from the cliff wall by a thin rope, her nails dug into my flesh.

“Tasha, we love you. We don’t want you to leave us.” I wrapped my arms around his neck. “I am not leaving you guys. I just need to know the truth. Why won’t you just tell me?” He picked me up and I put my legs around his waist. “What if I told you that the bears in the forest woods were really people and the king of bears wants you to be his mate?” My eyes widened. “I would tell you that as awesome as that sounds, people don’t shift into animals. Even if they did, who has ever heard of a bear? Wolves, sure, but never a bear.”

My fingers tightened slightly around the edge of the page, and I forced my eyes down to the line she’d marked. "Papa Bear," I began, my voice soft, "sat on the other side… so the little bear would know he wasn’t alone." Darian shifted, slightly, his breathing getting heavy. "And when the little bear finally fell asleep," I read quietly, "Mama Bear and Papa Bear stayed." Darian's breathing evened out. I don’t know why my throat tightened as I read the last line but it did. "They stayed together," I finished softly. "And from that day onward they lived happily… like one family."

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."

Feigning concern, I stopped abruptly and warned, "We can't go any further. The bear is nursing her cubs up ahead. If we intrude, it'll see us as a threat and attack." Bonnie looked unconcerned, even excited. It was clear she lacked even basic wilderness knowledge. She scoffed. "Kate, you're too timid. What's there to be afraid of? This is a rare sight. Of course, we have to capture it on camera. Right, Damon?" Damon gave her a doting smile. "This is why we came, after all. We can't miss it." I forced myself to explain calmly, "Nursing animals are highly territorial. If provoked, they won't hesitate to attack. The consequences could be deadly."

"No, Uncle Yang. No one in our Barbarian Khan Tribe is a coward who would abandon our clansmen and flee alone. What's more, you are our leader." "That's right. We will definitely not leave you behind. Even if we are to die here together, I am willing to do so." "Uncle Yang, if we leave, we'll go together!" Upon hearing these words, Uncle Yang's expression turned cold. He shouted. "Enough with that bullshit. Do whatever I ask you to do. Those three beasts are coming over. All of you, prepare yourselves..." The three Evil Snow Horn Bears naturally didn't understand their words, still closing in step by step. In their eyes, these people were already food in their mouths.

I said in a questioning tone. “The animals within you. They aren’t physical beings like you and I or even our wolves. There are many legends on how Druids came to be but unfortunately without your parents to pass your history down to you all I can tell you is what might be. The legend of the bear for instance. They say a werewolf stumbled on an injured bear in the forest, his leg mangled and twisted. The werewolf could have easily killed the bear in his condition or just left him to die, but he didn’t. He fed and guarded the bear until it had recovered. They roamed as companions until the bears life was coming to an end. Before it died it gave the werewolf it’s spirit to call forth when need