We Bare Bears Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Wasn't I supposed to be the one dishing out the teasing? "Yeah, well." I mutter. "I've just learned that my two companions, the people I'm trapped with for god knows how long, are both depraved sex pests." "I prefer sex opportunist," Bear says with a laugh, stretching back in his chair. Nora raises her mug to her lips. "And I, a free spirit." "Right." I say flatly. "I don't think that helps, actually." They exchange a look, like two wolves deciding who gets the first bite.

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.

"What do you mean by that? You pretend you don't know us? Oh, or did you have amnesia after the accident?" "Remember this carefully!" another said. "We are masters of dorm two and loyal supporters of B4. Who was it that you swore at? Immediately correct your words, loser!" "Well, he's right. It doesn't matter if you are the brightest student in this school; if you insult Hunter Abraham and the other members of B4, then you will have to face us!" "B4!" Jonea grinned. "True to their name—BEASTS Four, the four of them are monsters!"

Bile rose in my throat thinking it was probably the fur of a spirit animal he wore and wondered how he could be so vile as a shifter himself to wear it. “Oh, little miss Swift.” The vile werebear chuckles showing me his mouthful of rotting teeth. “It seems you stole from the wrong Bear this time.” He glares right at me, his skin a pale pink with darker pink swirls peeking out from under his clothes and trailing up his neck to the base of his skull behind his ears. Much like the marks on Jonda and of the headless body at Miko’s. I didn’t know Garrison personally, but I knew of him, and it seems he knew of me too.

Rias didn’t hesitate, immediately beating his wings to get us up into the sky as soon as he was sure we were in place, and I realized just how close we had cut it when I peeked over the side a few minutes later, seeing the bear shifters pouring into the area we had just departed. I didn’t miss the long scars marring the face of the largest bear either, so I knew Hunter likely saw my mate with his arm wrapped around me as we absconded once more. The din of his fury followed after us, seeming to echo in my ears despite the further we journeyed to safety. There wasn’t a doubt in my mind that Hunter would come after us now, but I would let myself worry about that later. Be that as it may, I coul

I can’t let anything happen to them. As I break through the underbrush, I skid to a halt. My brothers are cornered, three massive werebears looming over them, their hulking forms blocking any escape. The sight of their fur-clad bodies fills me with dread. This far south? What are they doing here? “Look who we have here,” one of the bears growls, his voice deep and mocking. He turns his gaze to me, a cruel smile spreading across his face. “Isn’t this the little lost princess? And Alpha River… I heard you were dead, River.

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

They will slaughter a man without a second thought. Yet, they are tender with their women and overly protective. That causes me to wonder why Bjorn is fighting the bond with Isla so hard. If he would just let go, she could slide her hands up those well sculpted muscles that I’m sure Bjorn and Magnus have. Just like the ones that I’m currently staring at. One of the things that I love about the bears is the fact that they are frequently shirtless. Gods, what I wouldn’t do to have that man over me.

“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.

Allena ran her power over her Balck wings speed the power even more and silence before heading out and towards the opposite district by the shoreline with the single purpose of getting her lover back and she will kill anyone who got in her way. "Just let me go before this gets really bad for you." Jonathan inspected the painted nails of his right hand from where it was strapped to a very uncomfortable metal chair in the middle of a decaying warehouse. Where all Jonathan could smell was sea water and fish guts, they were lucky he had smelt worse or there would be an issue with his gag relief.