Novel & Cerita Are Ants Attracted To Blood

Consequently, only crimson blood marks were left on the ground. The army of red ants looked like tidal waves, blotting out the sky and covering the earth. The red ants noticed Lucas and started crawling toward him. Lucas thought to himself, ‘This is a pretty weird town, eh? Would it not be a sin if I don’t find out what exactly happened here?’ "Biggy, Scarlet, White Doll—attack!" At the sound of Lucas’ roar, Biggy, Scarlet, and White Doll ferociously charged at the ant colony.

Just silence and the overwhelming smell of blood. What if I'm too late? What if they've already torn him apart? I shift back to human form and walk toward the center of the clearing, my legs shaking. A pool of blood stains the ground, dark and wet in the moonlight. It reeks of vampire. But beneath that... I crouch down and press my fingers into the blood. Bring them to my nose. The moment the scent registers, a sob tears from my throat. It's Anton's blood. And I can't find his body.

He knew that Rabbit could not hang on much longer. Suddenly, a large swarm of ants appeared in front of him. Philip and Rabbit scowled at the sight. If they were not mistaken, those were Desert Army Ants. The ants were very corrosive, and nothing could survive under their attack. The ants noticed Philip and crawled in his direction, clearly seeing him as food. “Philip, they're acting weird,” Rabbit said weakly and took a sip of water in Philip’s pants pocket. He felt a strong pressure from the ants.

The expressions of the individuals underwent a transformation, shifting from those resembling humans to those of nocturnal creatures. Their mouths watered, leaving a trail of saliva as they gazed hungrily at the delicious meal before them. The scent of the girl's blood was peculiar, drawing their noses towards her with an irresistible pull. The aroma was intoxicating, a rare olfactory delight that only graced their senses once every few centuries. The sweet, metallic tang of blood filled the air, a scent that was both alluring and repulsive. "D*mn! Without delay, we must convey her to the presence of His Majesty! I'm sure every vampire in this area will go after her!” At the sound of a voice

The one Noah showed me was rather unusually named "The God of Blood Bats". I looked at it again carefully and found a brief record of one thing on it. A hundred years ago, a nobleman of the Blood Race had discovered that there still existed a race of Blood Bats that almost no one knew about, the Blood Bats. Unlike other blood races, although blood bats suck blood, after sucking blood, their whole body will turn blood red. Sucking blood from the Blood Bats before draining them and using it on other Bloods will cause them to lose control and go berserk.

I asked with surprise. “I didn’t say that. I said I drink animal blood. I’m not a killer of animals either. I take only what I need to get by on, nothing more. If the animal is large enough, what I take has no more effect on him than a human donating blood to a blood bank. As for humans… there has been an occasion or two where I’ve been placed in a position that required I partake in their blood, but they have been far and few between. In truth, I dislike not only the taste of human blood, but the notion of it.” “Okay, now I’m confused,” I interjected. “Why would a vampire be repelled by human blood? I thought you were meant to drink it.”

He stopped and took a closer look, only to realize there was an army of red ants crawling on the ground. They were the size of normal ants, but their bodies were unusually red—redder than the fiery sunset. More importantly, wherever these red ants went, there would be no living creatures, and the grass would immediately wilt. “Blood ants?” Kiran paused in his step. According to legend, this type of ant carried a strong, corrosive poison that could instantly kill all living things upon contact. However, there had been no record of blood ants for a long time, so it was astonishing to see an entire colony at this moment.

I chose to ignore it. We sat in uncomfortable stillness for another moment, and then I caught it. A scent, faint but unmistakable, drifting through the cold air from somewhere to the northeast. Blood!!. Fresh blood. “Someone has been through here recently,” I said. “Not someone,” Viktor corrected quietly. “Something. BlackRiver wolves don’t fight clean. They make examples.” Shit. I turned to look at him yunno, really look at him, taking in the fact that I just wanted to push him.

That's the only explanation I can give. I opened my right hand and a small knife appeared in my palm. I cut my palm with the knife, wincing in pain. I lowered myself to the floor and let the droplets of blood fall onto the floor creating a small puddle. The worms and the insects smelled the enticing aroma of my blood. They all jumped into the pool of blood I intentionally set up for them as a trap. They gobbled up my blood as if it tasted like honey. Wow! There are about fifty of them. So horrifying to see!

But then an unexpected wave of red hot furry filled me like the force of a thousand suns. I suddenly had this intense craving for blood. Specifically, my aunt’s blood.