Polar Bear Blood Novels & Stories

"Yeah. It was not a good thing. We are supposed to stay away from them if we are alone. We usually need more than five of us to take down a bear, and I was all alone. The problem was it felt threatened and wanted to fight. There was nothing to do but defend myself. " "So, you killed it." "I did what I had to do. It was not without consequences, though. I was ripped up pretty badly." "Still, a polar bear that is impressive." "Yeah, well, I liked the fur, that is for sure." "The fur." "Yes, it is my favorite; we used it last night." "The white one." "That is the one."

The woman led him to a small room with a door covered in a large animal hide. It was solid white; likely a polar bear. He wondered offhandedly who had hunted it. Polar bears were exceedingly difficult to find and kill. Brand allowed his eyes to take in the room—a stuffed pallet on the floor, a small, wooden washstand and bowl, an iron sconce for a torch on the wall. The single light barely lit the room.

- He purrs against my hair. —I'd like to get to know you a little better. Alex snorts. — To know me, precious? You know me better than anyone. I wrinkle my brow. That isn't true. — If you are dead aren't you supposed to be cold and hard like corpses? —One thing is what is supposed and another is reality. You see, when we consume blood it is synthesized in our bodies and helps us to camouflage ourselves as best as possible. It generates the pink on our cheeks, the red on our lips and the pleasant temperature on our skin. But since we are dead we don't inhale or exhale oxygen and our hearts don't beat.

The wind howled violently, scratching at my throat until I felt an itch that seemed to make me want to cough. "Enough talking. Choose, or I'll let them both go." At Amber's signal, the men next to us hoisted both me and Tara up. The salty sea breeze hit me in the face, and the sharp smell of ocean water churned my stomach. However, nothing compared to the screaming in my ears. Before I could even draw a breath, Ethan had already made his choice. At that moment, everything went silent. Amber instinctively turned to look at me. My vision flickered and spots of black clouded my sight, but I did not know why.

Diana commented, raising her hand which was covered in black liquid. "Black...? Vampire...?" she said as she saw this man's injured arm which continued to emit a jet black liquid. “I think it's blood, and I think it's the color of blood that vampires have. There's no mistaking this... This is Raltz's territory, a part of the vampire world. But—” Diana paused her thoughts for a moment. “—I just found out vampires have blood too. I don't think they have it," thought Diana as she tore off her coat to make it into a bandage.

My mom’s body was tucked safely on the ground by Noah, who was protecting Chandler with his claim body. Merrick dropped me adjacent to my mother, and my fingers landed on her throat. Her beat was unfaltering, her breathing even. At slightest she was okay. Merrick and my father took the fellow down, Merrick inclining over the guy’s chest with his claws to his throat. “What are you doing, polar bear?” my mate snarled. The polar bears were savage, and known for taking out ruby senior citizens. “Trying to keep this city balanced,” the polar bear growled back. “Look at

Boris gave his explanation as soon as he came out. They had just climbed the first ladder of success, so they could not take on the rivalry with two packs at once. "But yes, there is good news for your Alpha Lowell. We have found the blood that werewolf blood can easily react with to make an Epsilon Wolf." "What is that blood group?" Triple Changer Oz was a little calmed down after listening to him. ""AB+ve," Dr. Boris replied. "It's very rare and hard to find. Its possibility rate is 1 in 50. So after injecting werewolf blood, Epsilon wolves tend to be much more sensitive and are less likely to be aggressive."

taking my hand into hers, she tried to brush the worry, but she knew it could not do anything; “those people, those who attacked, are a strong cult of pure bloods believers, they believe that bloods should not be mixed, it happend to multiple packs, where incidents like this take places, the most recent happened with the Corrigens, where his human mate got killed by her own omegas. I remember that incident, it was a big blow, they said that the used dark magic to save the cups, but no one knows for certain what went down.

Candela yelled. Marie, Angela, and Valerie stepped out of the igloo one by one. They looked like they had just woken up from a long nap. “Whoa, that's a really big one!” Angela said as she stared at the dead bear on the ground. “Yeah, and it's cute too. Why did you have to kill such a cute animal?” Valerie said as she kneeled in front of the polar bear with a sad expression on her face. She placed her right palm on the animal's body and brushed her fingers through its white fur. As her fingers went through the fur on its neck, a black spot was revealed.

“Where did you get this?” Lowell didn’t flinch under my stare. He folded his arms across his broad chest, his voice steady. “From a native clan in Alaska, polar bear shifters. According to their leader, Hansen, they suddenly arrived using a ship and decided to land on their land where the sun was not rising. They claim one of these creatures wandered to his land and was killed immediately. They thought this bastard only hunts at night, but then suddenly they were able to walk under the sun now. They’ve been tracking vampyres for centuries after the war.” My wolf snarled in the back of my head.