Polar Bear Blood Novels & Stories

He asked the average height dark haired lady wearing a white lab coat, who was approaching him slowly with a clipboard in hand. “His heart rate is going consistently at 120 per minute, his pupils are dilated and he’s losing blood” she reported as she took nervous glances at the supposed werewolf trying to get free, he was weak but the anger and animalistic nature was taking over quite well. Making him growl and snarl at them “And his exact eye color?” Dr. Bernard asked while brushing the top of his lips with his thumb “They aren’t stable, they keep changing. But for now they’re blue.” She answered

A jolt of shock coursed through professor Ericson's body when he saw blood smeared on the ground. He walked over to where it was with his heart thumping and bent over it. No. It wasn't a lycanthropic blood. He sighed in relief as he got to his feet. A lycan's blood usually is thicker, mushier and a darker shade of red. He didn't know it but it was Penelope's when a ghoul had beaten her unconscious. "Do you think they'd have gone farther?" Professor Ericson asked as his eyes settled on the silhouette of the mountains thousands of metres away from where they were.

My thick fur even provides insulation. 'Look at polar bears—have you ever seen one freeze to death? Mine may be black fur, but its resistance to cold isn't much worse. And besides, there's heavy fog outside right now. With that cover, how are you supposed to attack me? 'I'm a genius.'

“But, I mean, never say never, right? There are polar bears in Denmark, aren’t there?” He shakes his head, “Only in the zoo.” “That actually makes me kind of sad.” He’s quiet for a moment, his lips pursed as he thinks it over. “Yeah. Me too.”

A loud, shrieking scream of a beast molested the deep silence throughout the darkness of the snow forest. Warm blood dripped down on the ground from Arth’s black sword. He opened the mouth of the dead boar using his boots, where a small, white sphere appeared on top of its tongue.

Why would Nivea's blood contain a blue color? He shook his head and pushed in another needle, pulling it out afterwards. What could've possibly happened to her out there? He couldn't help but wonder. A Wolf's blood containing blue wasn't a good sign at all;- could never be a good sign. And unfortunately, he couldn't even tell what it meant. If only she could just flip her eyes open and tell them what had happened to her out there; if only she could just do it - there wouldn't be a problem.

Then he bit my ear as if to punish me for hurting myself. But his punishment did not deter me, and I continued until the syringe was full of my blood. My blood color had changed to a mix of red and blue, which surprised me. It was a purple-red color, and it was undeniably the result of my two transformations. My blood would turn the same dark blue as Dicken's if the mutation continued.

Blood tainted some parts of its body, but it didn’t destroy its divinely beauty at all. The silver wolf had its teeth dug into the neck of the last breathing bear. With a low howl, it snapped its head, ripping off a chunk of the bear’s flesh. The bear twitched and dropped dead without a sound. Nobody could believe their eyes. …30 crazy bears. ALL killed by Aurora herself?! Baron and his man Bobbie couldn’t even handle one bear! How did Aurora manage 30?!! Damien stared intensely at that silver wolf as it elegantly jumped off from that pile of dead bears.

If she was already dying, then I would have preferred it if she had offered a little more blood. “ Draw some of her blood. And compare it with the blood of other wolves. Find out…if there is anything different. ” I mumbled, not wanting to ask him what I wanted to know downright. “ Yes, Alpha. ” He answered and instantly grabbed a syringe from his box. I watched as he prickled the her arm and slowly drew her blood. I remembered it to be stark crimson earlier, but now, her blood was dark, almost black. Just when it slipped into the syringe, it started to turn into ice.

The opening was now four feet wide. The light from our flashlights cut into the dark entrance hall. The floor was covered in wet leaves, broken glass, and white bones. A massive shape stood in the center of the hallway. It was a bear. But it was not a normal mountain bear. Its black fur was gone in patches, replaced by thick, gray scars and red sores from the radiation of the Burning. It was over seven feet tall, its shoulders broad and heavy. Its eyes were clouded with white cataracts, meaning it was almost completely blind.