We Bare Bears Fanfic Novels & Stories

Atwood and his injured pack member, who I now recognize as Noah, lift their heads to look at me as well, and while the Bears are turned toward me, he helps Noah stand. Three Lycans, and three Bears. “Should we have a little snack before the main course?” one of the Bears says. They start to approach me. “Ruby, run,” Atwood says using our mindlink. I stand my ground, hackles raised and teeth bared. “She’s got blood on her muzzle,” another one of the Bears says as they approach me. “How cute.” Behind them, Atwood and Noah stalk forward, preparing to pounce. “If you want me,” I say, “come and get me.”

I have to help him! Without thinking things through, I shape-shift and throw myself at the bear, biting into its backside. A fury I can't recognize burns my senses, and I crunch so hard that I can feel my teeth. The bear cries in torture, and Dior joins the party, biting the bear until, suddenly, the creature blows up in smoke. I'm panting, eyeing Dior as he shape-shifts. White fur gets replaced by skin, and I glare at the annoyingly handsome guy. Even bruised, the guy is hot, although it pains me to admit it.

“Look, do you want the pups or not?” “Yes, I do. Tell me how to get my prize’s back.” Burican smiled. “Follow me.” The bear told him. His beast was angry with him. How dare he turn his back on his clan. He kept fighting with his human side. “You can’t do this!” “They are innocent cubs.” His beast yelled at him. “They aren’t my cubs or part of my clan, so they are not my concern.” Bear scoffed at his beast. He walked in front of Burican and Max showing them the hidden entrance to the clan bunker.

the merman named Caspian Shore shouted in refutation, lunging to snatch Victoria from his grasp. Mother stood there, dumbfounded. She was unable to figure out how things had turned out this way. Victoria was already weak from lack of proper sustenance and had now completely lost her ability to think clearly. All three beastmen glared menacingly, demanding she give them an answer, but anything she said now would be wrong. In her panic, Victoria said hastily, "I only considered you friends." "Friends?" All three beastmen's expressions changed. "Didn't you say before that you'd only ever have feelings for me in this lifetime?"

Aria's POV The smell, the pungent smell of decomposed and dead wolf hit me the moment I stepped into this pack, I became coated with grievance, I can't really do anything to stop this disgusting that's creeping up on me, I can never imagine I was a member of this ruin, Bale is heading this pack to distraction, his reign is nothing but a let down to the general wolf community, it's evidence that he care about nothing but himself, for someone that hasn't cared about anything in his life while growing up, he only cared about himself and his loins obviously, his balls are what I'd first cut off upon subduing him, I promised him this in my mind when he raped me, memories of that time gave me goos

ALTHEA The bear’s growl rumbles through my chest, deep and angry. My body locks up in fear, but my mind screams at me to not stop running. “Asher,” I whisper, though my voice barely comes out. He doesn’t need my warning. He’s already raising his gun, his arm steady as he aims it at the bear. The bear snarls, ears pinned back, eyes locked on us. It’s bigger than I expected. Much bigger. Its fur is a deep, thick brown, and its black claws look sharp enough to tear through flesh like paper.

Can you tell Anne to donate a kidney to Tess? I could feel the rage inside of me burning bright. I grabbed Lena by the collar and immediately dragged her out. "You idiot! Help you? How dare you say something like that so easily! You want my daughter to donate her kidney to your daughter? You must be dreaming! And you're not even asleep yet! "She'll never donate her kidney! Get out! I never want to see you again!"

I clutched its palm, to gain balance so as to avoid falling. “Says the one who ran to another pack to have a feast, when he couldn't handle paper work as the alpha.” The bear said, rolling its eyes. “You brat! Don't tell me you’ve been following me. I'm older than you, and you ought to show me respect.” Cassio huffed, pointing a hand at the bear. “Oh, please. I’ll respect you when pigs fly.” The bear grinned.

"You don't believe me? I told you, I heard the bear. It's just hungry. It's not going to hurt anyone. What are you so afraid of?" "I'm not afraid. I just don't want to go." Petra turned to me and put on that look, the one that said she was only thinking of my well-being. "Owen, we're doing this for your own good. How are you supposed to do fieldwork if you can't get past your fears?" My own good. Right. I stared at the skeletal Greyridge bear through the windshield. In my last life, I had talked them out of it, and the bear died. Petra then made a post on social media with the caption: [That poor Greyridge bear starved to death!]