Polar Bear Blood Novels & Stories

Monster: Redwoods Forest Brown Bear Monster Level: 21 Health: 30,000/30,000 Attack: 100 Defense: 100 Skills: Thick Fur, Heavy Palm Strike, Reckless Charge Looking at the three brown bears before him, Kirou adopted a feral smile on his face as he spoke, "Try to keep up, my pet." Following those words, Kirou rushed towards the three brown bears before him with just the pair of knives in his hands. Shadow Arachne instead took to the trees and started spitting and wielding its web, completely sealing off the brown bears' future escape paths, as well as constricting their movements.

Werebears don’t drink blood at all, their diet has nothing to do with blood. Nadia chuckled seeing Zande’s disgusted face. “Here, let me help you with that young alpha, I guess I should have told you that your diet will now consist of blood as well. You won’t be craving it like vampires do but to keep up with your vampire side you will have to drink blood at least a cup or two a day.” Xavier nodded. “I don’t think that will be a problem, it did not taste so bad when I tried it just now.” Zande moved away from them not wanting to be part of this conversation.

She really didn’t want to bath again but looking down at her clothing and her skin she realized how dirty she really was. Stripping off her clothes she entered the bathroom she realized that some of what she thought was mud was actually blood from one of those wolf creatures. As she studied the blood on her clothing it dawned on her that even the creatures blood wasn’t normal. It was thicker, almost like paste and it was so dark I read that looks black, but perhaps the most curious thing of all was even now after all that time had passed the blood was still warm.

Some of his team head outside to hunt, leaving just five of us in the room; I pull out a couple of beer bottles handing them around; Bear opens his with his hands, usually his party trick, only this time he catches his skin on the sharp edge of the metal lid. "Shit." He says with a chuckle as a drop of blood runs down his hand. Anna's eyes go wide; as she gets a smell of the blood, she lets out a gasp, and Bear turns to look at her with his eyes raised. He catches her red glowing eyes, and he jumps up. "What the fuck!...your a Vampire?" He says, in shock as he looks at her, ready to jump on her; I throw myself in between them as Anna cowers behind my back.

I let out a breath of relief but I noticed he wasn't looking too happy, "concerning the man who helped with Alpha Draven's blood, he's currently unconscious, we're grateful that you have the rarest wolf blood if not, he might have been dead already." "Did you just say rarest wolf blood?" I asked, completely confused, "I thought it was normal to have type A negative blood." "Only 0.001 percent of the world have that blood, maybe you and the man are related or something," the doctor continued, he took a bow about to leave. "Doc, is it possible to get a DNA test with I and the mysterious man?" I asked softly. "Yes it is, just meet with the nurse that took your blood and she would run it for you

Zara jumped, dropping her ink-stained pen. "What?" She asked him nervously. "Your hand." He replied to her, gesturing to her bleeding hand. He pointed to her thumb, where the plastic of the pen had cut her skin when she snapped it. A tiny bead of blood was welling up, mixed with the black ink. Zara’s already panic state spiked. Blood. Blood was dangerous. Her blood wasn't just human blood. It carried the potent, concentrated magic of the White Wolf line. If he smelled her blood, the suppressants wouldn't be enough to mask the sweet, divine scent of it, and then he would discover her.

But what? “Tell me.” “A primordial wolf,” She whispers over the phone. “Primordial wolves are the rarest species of wolves, if my assumptions are correct; there are only ten in the whole world. They heal and can heal people faster, she just needs the blood of a primordial wolf.” I blink as I try to process her words. “Is that all?” “Yes, Irene, though through the research we carried out. The blood donation has a fifty percent chance of being successful, but if it’s not, the other fifty is losing her.”

Only the alpha’s blood could actually kill me. I am currently wondering in the forest looking for a meal. See, the pack did give us blood from their blood bank, but I wasn't a fan of it. Having fresh blood was always better. I couldn't get fresh human blood since I was too far away from human civilization. So, animal blood would have had to suffice for now. The blood from the blood bank was frozen so, it had to be rewarmed for us to drink. Just like how soggy warmed up food in a microwave tasted so, too did the blood when it was warmed. But at least they had blood for us right? Beggars can't be choosers.

The roar was deafening, resonating within me, rattling my bones. And then they appeared—two massive polar bears, their enormous frames slicing through the trees. Instinctively, I backed away from the window, a gasp escaping my lips. They were stunning, breathtakingly beautiful yet terrifying, their white fur glistening like freshly fallen snow, powerful and imposing; they charged with a strength that radiated authority. The wolves, for a fleeting moment, hesitated.

Aurelia’s POV The cold bit into my skin as I stood frozen, snow crunching beneath my bare feet. The air tasted sharp, almost metallic, as my gaze clung to Huron’s back. His form was tense, shoulders stiff, fangs bared, facing down the massive wall of white fur just a few feet ahead. A polar bear—no, something more. Its breath steamed in thick, huffing clouds, dark eyes locked on the boy in front of me.