We Bare Bears Our Stuff Novels & Stories

“That has a nice ring to it. Being the apex predator.” “Don’t get too cocky. I might be wrong, and a bear can tear us apart soon.” I reply, my lips tipping up into a devious smirk. Jason puffs his cheeks and lets out his breath slowly with a frightened expression while I laugh, even though the idea of fighting a bear is terrifying for me, too. “It will be harder to find flat ground for the tent,” I continue our planning as I fold my stool and slide it back into the side strap of the backpack.

I needed these clothes to at least last me until tomorrow evening when I can get off this island. The bear growled loudly, its breath hot as it got into my face. I let out a warning growl myself, but it wasn’t as fierce in my human form. Just as it lunged at me again, I managed to jump over it and land somewhere near Tabby, who was gathering some rocks she found in the cave, ready to throw them at the bear. “What’s the plan?” She asked as she armed herself, her eyes flashing dangerously. “We need to get the flag,” I told her lamely, not really having much else to say about the matter.

I declared, hefting our food supplies over my shoulder. We made our way out of the forest, the quiet enveloping us like a comforting cloak. As we came out of the forest I saw lighting, chattering, and laughing sounds echoing. Some children dashed towards us, their eager hands reaching out for the food we carried, which we handed to them with care. Some of the younger ones stumbled under the weight of the dead animals they attempted to carry, prompting a chuckle from me. Silly. Ajax and Ares took charge of the animals, disappearing into the crowd to deliver them to the awaiting women.

How sweet! M: I am wondering if you might be able to help me with something. A: Anything. Just say the word. M: How would you like to go to Alaska for me? A: WHAT?! ALASKA! M (laughing): Yes, Alaska. A: Would you tell me what is so important in Alaska that can’t wait until Spring or even Summer? M: I got a call from the leader of the werebears in the Canadian and Alaskan region this morning. They have a huge poaching problem and because of this, they have lost five werebears in the past month.

Moving on pure, desperate instinct, I crouched low to the ground, my knees scraping against the marble. With shaking, clumsy fingers, I began to gather the ruined remnants of the bear. I scooped up the torn, hollowed-out brown skin, dragging it into my lap. I reached under the edge of the couch, pulling out small clumps of the white cotton stuffing, squeezing it tightly in my fist as if I could somehow put it back together.

I hear howls in the distance and Axel growls, pissed that they are making noise. *Dude where are you, we’re wrapping things up, everyone’s brought their kill out already,* I hear from Chance over mind-link. *What’s the biggest thing anyone got? Any bears or anything huge,* I ask. *Nah, nothing that crazy. Come on though they want every to get dressed and cleaned up,* he says back. *Not ready yet but I’m gonna need help carrying it,* I say, being arrogant.

It was a low growl, followed by the rustling of leaves and twigs. "What is that?" I asked, trying to stare in the dark direction the sound was coming from. Ashton's expression turned serious as he scanned the surroundings, and his arms tightened around me. Then a growl vibrated in his chest. "Bears. But they are not just bears. They're werebears." I gasped, hugging him back as though my life depended on it. Ashton's grip on me tightened even more, his eyes scanning the area for any signs of danger. The growls grew louder and closer, making my blood run cold.

This was bizarre, though as long as this too wasn't some kind of mental break- better than just hearing disembodied voices. "We have been granted a boon, Song of Strength." The bear raised her head with great effort. Looking Melody in the eye. "I am" The name of the bear wasn't a word, it was a picture, of the Milky Way as dancing ribbons of the northern lights moved with the sparkling stars in the crisp clean Alaskan air. "I am old, my days of cubs are long gone, my lands no longer fruitful." The bear paused, great coughs wracking the enormous body. Melody could hear the rattle of the creature's lungs, the bear was nearly dead. Thousands of miles from her home, talking to Melody in her mind

As they went deeper into the woods, they ran into Two bears. Ondo killed them without hesitation. They realize they were a perfect pair. Zara thought about how they were going to keep the food fresh. She asked ondo, and he told her that was a cave with energy stone that can help with. But it deep into Forest, and some monster bees live in the cave.

“I’m delicate.” “You’re sharp,” I said. “Both can be true,” Karl said. Max was already bouncing on the cushion like a little piece of popcorn. “Can we eat outside? Picnic? And can I bring my sword? Not a real sword. A wooden sword. A safe one. But it can fight tiny bears.” “There are no tiny bears,” I said. “There are,” he answered with total confidence. “All forest places have tiny bears. That’s the rule.” Issa tapped Karl’s arm twice. “If I get tired, who carries me?”