Novel & Cerita Are Ants Attracted To Blood

Meanwhile, the bloodsucking bugs touching the black aura were instantly cut into pieces, falling to the ground. However, at that moment, the entire layer of fallen leaves started to writhe rapidly, and in an instant, countless bloodsucking bugs flew out from the layer of fallen leaves.

The blood slid towards the edge but before any of it made it to her mouth, she lowered the cup again and groaned in frustration. "What now?" Mason, equally as frustrated, asked. "I can't see it, but I can still smell it." "Vampires are supposed to be attracted to the smell, why is this not working?" He wondered aloud. Harley cast her eyes downward, knowing that it was just as hard on him as it was on her. She didn't know the answer to his question. As a vampire, blood should have been a natural craving. Instead she was repulsed by it.

The heir of the Howe family, the infamous 'venomous snake' Zach Howe, was the only man who held sway in both the underworld and high society. However, for some reason, he became obsessed with me and would not let go. I had once asked him about it. Back then, Zach sat on the sofa with his gaze fixed on me. As he exhaled a cloud of smoke, his striking features looked even more unreal in the haze. He said, "There's no reason. I just like you."

Vincent said. “Yes,” Hunter sighed. “Next time, I promise that I will.. oh!” Hunter suddenly shouted and pointed the ants which are drowning on the puddle. “They are drowning?!” Vincent looked down and saw nothing. “Who? I don’t see anything.” “The ants! The ants!” Hunter reported. Now that Hunter said that, Vincent did saw some ants drowning on the puddle, and he felt the throbbing pain in his head as if someone is prickling him with a needle.

With the returning sound came the ashen scent of blood; a river full that he could almost taste it in the now dripping rain. “It’s raining blood,” Antonio slurred, looking up. “Hmm.” Something was wrong, and it wasn’t the bleeding sky. It was the familiar scent that accompanied the blood. Unfortunately, he knew the bleeding victim, and they weren't very far off. Lucian closed his eyes and focused on the scent. Still unable to place the scent, he headed to the creek, tracking the blood to its source, as trickles of the odd rain dowsed him. He waddled his way across the creek, and the shallow water seem to rise higher the farther he went.

She felt a sense of satisfaction. Dale rose to her feet. If I’m going to die, I want to die as free as a bird. Dale saved a thought She opened her arms, wearing a smile, from a distance, one would think she was a scare crow. Unknown to Dale she stood on a line of patrolling soldier ants. The insects crawled up her cold flesh, Dale mistook the feeling for the gentle touch of the grasses. Her gaze still fixed on the full moon. As if they acted on the command to attack. The black deadly ants dug their stingers into Dale's flesh.

She just didn't want to. "I am just a little disturbed by last night's incident." she wasn't really lying. A half truth is never a lie after all. That incident had really been bothering her. She had looked around the area the previous night after the incident had taken place. She had found some scratch marks at the back alley walls followed by splutter of blood. She was sure it was a deed of a vampire but what confused her was the heavy unfamiliar scent that lingered around the area. It was neither a human scent nor a vampire.

"Are you crazy? Do you realize that if you want to get out of here, you have to go through a forest by the sea, it's hot, it's full of poisonous insects, snakes and ants, possibly even more so than these little fellows I've raised, Serena, do you know that there are several horrific diseases that have ravaged mankind throughout history? Those all ran out from these primitive forests, if you want to go through them, it's impossible, and you might even get bitten by poisonous insects." Oscar had a serious look on his face and put his hands on her shoulders, "You mustn't think of that." As he said that, he turned over his handwriting and solemnly read certain records on it to her, "Let me tell

"Here. Can't you smell it? The blood is everywhere." Alexander and Ethan exchanged confused glances before carefully examining the ground. "I can see disturbances in the soil," Ethan said slowly, "but I don't detect any blood scent, Alpha." Alexander crouched lower, his nostrils flaring as he inhaled deeply. His expression was troubled when he looked up at me. "Summer, there's no blood scent here." "That's impossible," I insisted, my voice rising. "It's overwhelming—metallic, fresh. It can't be more than a few hours old."

he asked, confused. “My blood is sweet, and the centipede was attracted to the smell of my blood. They came out of your father’s body to seek my blood. They had ingested some of my blood already, intoxicated but wanted to suck more. Little did they know that my blood was toxic to their kind. They will die a few minutes from now,” I elaborated further. His brows knit in confusion. “Is this the same method you used when you treated my son?” I nodded my head. “Yes.”