We Bare Bears Fanfic Novels & Stories

He turned to head to the forest, where he no longer saw DYLAN and the other bear. Suddenly, someone was biting him on the arm, digging needle-sharp claws into the back of his neck. TALEN roared in fury. He reached over his shoulder and managed to grasp a hold of the other bear’s head. The anger burning inside him made the decisions for him at this point. He wasn’t giving the guy another chance.

Wanda glanced between Bear and me. She must have noticed the exhaustion, the confusion on my face. She rubbed her eyes, then turned to Bear. "You're fine," she said, motioning toward the door. "Go back to your dorm, rest up. No need to worry. If you need emotional support, let me know." Bear huffed, then nodded and left. He didn't like being a part of the drama, and he had somehow got sucked in. Wanda turned to me as the door closed behind him, her demeanor shifting instantly.

Stefano fired the shot and hit the brown bear. “Yes! We won again!” They screamed with joy and he smirked, “Told you I would”. Bloom stood on her toes, grabbed him by his jacket to have him bend over her a little as she pecked his cheek. He chuckled, “The deserved reward”. She nodded with red cheeks and grinned, “You did better than Ben today”. “Hey! I heard that” Benjamin frowned at them both but Bloom giggled, helping Mario to hold onto his brown bear.

Aiden, who had been in the middle of drinking, spat his drink out in shock. A long silence stretched between us before I finally exhaled slowly. I took a slow step forward, then another, until I stood between his wide-spread legs, feeling the weight of his gaze roam over me. His eyes gleamed with mischief, amusement, and something darker, something unreadable. “My Mini Bear,” he murmured, his lips curling into a smug smile. I tore my gaze away from him and looked around, suddenly hyperaware of the audience we had drawn. “What!!!” I exclaimed, wide-eyed.

Something about Bear and sex with him is impressive. Gunner likes to strap me down, play with his daggers, make me bleed. Dante likes to paddle my ass and leave me feeling like I won’t be allowed to orgasm. Zane fucks me soft, gentle, except when he is in that mood where he throws me around the room like I’m nothing more than a doll. But Bear? He’s different. I get now why he took so long to fuck me. He is relentless, and he likes to make me prove I am dirty, like telling me to fuck myself with my fingers, over and over until my hand is soaked. I smile, remembering that day.

But it won’t be long till I wipe it off his face. “Take them in groups of five!” I yell at our king and the bear leader burst out laughing. “And you think that will help?” he raises an eyebrow looking at me mockingly. ‘Let me take him.’ My beautiful mate says in the mind link. ‘In due time little mate, just wait.’ I tell her but I can see how anxious she is, JP as well clenching and unclenching his fists. The bears have a lot of strength, but they are slow as we expected and when they get to one of us, they don’t let go until they are dead.

"He talks about you all 'de time. He says you are his first female friend. 'Sides me, of course." Black Bear looks into the mirror with a powerful look in his eyes. He is proud of his catch and that he wears his victory on his back. He too looks different. Not a scared one but a confident one. Marudula told me how badly Iron Coyote's injury is and how he is treating himself. She is very disturbed unlike me. She has been worried a lot about him lately. " Don't worry I will tell Dance with Wolves to check his brother up with medic " She finally smiled.

A kind-hearted chief—or a reluctant tyrant? The echoes of my thoughts swirl inside me, battling against the tight constraints of responsibility and the empty ache of longing. You see, werebears are unique in our world, intricately bound to our fates. At eighteen, we can sense our destined mates—the missing pieces to our souls given to us by the creator gods. I yearned to catch the faintest hint of her, that sweet, intoxicating aroma. But the years dragged on, and as one bitter moon rose after another, I began to accept the painful truth: my mate was likely long gone, lost to some cruel twist of fate.

“I love you so much.” We kiss, and cuddle up, both knowing that this might actually be our last moments together. I’ll do everything in my power to make sure they’re not, but both of us have seen enough death, enough loss, enough plans falling apart, that we’re both all too aware of the reality. Then we smell the cooking fire. The bears are awake and making breakfast. It’s time for me to start putting my plan into motion. “Hey! Hey! Bear guy! Alpha bear! Hey!” I start banging on the side of the trailer, shouting out through a slightly open seam in the metal panels. “I need to talk to you!”