Novel & Cerita Are Ants Attracted To Blood

I say in a wavering whisper. "I trust you Mack, this is the second time I've been able to calm you down from the bloodlust," Anita says in a soothing whisper, wiping my eyes. I clench my hands in tight fists as I can still smell the blood. I look over at Charlie and she's holding a paper bag with a butcher's logo on it. "You can't walk up to a blood thirsty vampire with fresh blood exposed. I didn't notice the bag before, I thought you were bleeding," I say quietly and she nods vigorously. I point to the bag and ask, "Is that pigs blood?"

It's blood! Wait a minute... "What other vampires?" I asked him. "You think this big house only has six people in it? No, this is called a packhouse for a reason. It has a pack of people. There's around a hundred people that live here and most of them are vampires and demon." Oh hell no... "They get attracted by the smell of blood pretty quickly. They'll probably come check what's going on. Since you have no claim on yourself, you are vulnerable. Run along before you get hurt. My collar here will protect me."

"And I don't like her. I told you. I was trying to get information out of her. Let me explain more." "You don't like her? But she likes you. She is always after your blood," I needed to let him know how much it bothered me when I saw that girl fawning over him. I burned with jealousy. "She doesn't like me per se. She likes my blood. Because my blood is..." Ambrose hesitated, so I looked at him questioningly. "There's some kind of aphrodisiac quality in my blood that make vampires go crazy for it," Ambrose said. "Same way Dave is always after yours. I think we have a similar kind of blood."

Aivan carefully opened the lid on the top of the round bottle, and a stench immediately emerged from it. It turned out that the bottle was filled with rotten and stinky blood. Immediately afterward, countless tiny worms burrowed out of the blood, revealing a needle-point mouthpiece that was thinner than a strand of hair. These kinds of worms were the blood mosquitoes that Aivan raised using the blood of the dead.

I'd be happy to see that old man again. "I smell something weird..." I muttered to myself. It smells like blood. I quickly told Prince Shiro to stop everyone from moving forward. I know there are a lot of animals here and a lot of them are predators. It wouldn't be impossible for them to catch their prey and just leave the carcass to rot. The weird smell of blood was somehow pungent and it was really strong meaning there must be a lot around here. If that were the case, it could mean that an animal must've let their prey bleed out. I have to investigate further.

Somehow the vampire's reassuring smile did the opposite. Antonia shivered. If ever a man looked dangerous, he did. "Get in the car. We need to make it to my quarters before the sun rises." "Not fond of barbecue?" Once again, Marc baited him. "About as much as you'd be fond of a silver bullet." Antonia stored that interesting tidbit. So part of the legends were true. Silver and werewolves didn't mix.

“This is about Katarina, isn’t it?” “Indeed it is…and her Angel Blood. I believe we as Vampires are attracted to it within her without even knowing the reason or that we are even being attracted in some cases.” General Batton glanced back and forth. “Who else is attracted to her?’ His voice was threatening like he intended to find them all and kill them. Luisette grinned widely and lifted his arms out wide. “All of us.” Batton’s jaw clenched tight, his eyes hardening in denial.

I heard a crackling sound of broken glass, then my nose wrinkled as I smelled the delicious scent of blood dripping on the floor. “Elizabeth!” My father ran towards her, but something possessed me. Before my father was able to reach my unconscious mother, I ran towards her in a swift movement and sank my teeth into her bloody hand. My enraged father grabbed my shoulders and attempted to pull me away from my mother's already limp body, but the beast in me would not concede. I ferociously shoved him and continued on drinking my mother's blood to the last drop.

Nick told me that after a few weeks, my appetite would return to normal, but with the addition of blood intake. Then, all my senses, from smell to hearing, have become sharper. I just realized that every person has their own unique smell, and to me, humans smell like... food. I try to hide my disgust and I was surprised to find myself wanting to approach the room service attendant who was cleaning our room. The blood coming directly from the source was more tempting than bottled blood. Again, Nick said I just needed to get used to it.

"I knew that whole spell was bad news. So what now? Do you, like, crave blood or something?" I hesitated, fidgeting. "I... yeah. A little." "Oh my god." Colby looked horrified. "Are you gonna—are you gonna suck our blood?" "No!" I said quickly. "It’s not like that! I think." Matt crossed his arms. "You think?" "I haven’t figured it all out yet!" I snapped. "But I’m pretty sure animal blood works. Or... maybe synthetic. Look, I’m not gonna bite anyone, okay? I’m still me."