Novel & Cerita Are Humans Warm Or Cold-blooded

There were more people around than there were on the first morning after I arrived, going about their day, handling their chores, and most definitely dressed for the cold. Supernatural creatures who are able to shift barely feel the cold. It was not in their nature to want to warm themselves since their body always ran hot. But this place was either suppressing their ability to keep warm or it was extremely cold for anyone to adapt to. I would much rather have it be the latter than the former, even though deep down I knew which one of the two was true. I stood there for a few seconds just looking at the people, wondering if I hated them for not answering to my cry for help on the mating cere

I go on, knowing she’s going to ask, “he told me he can sense where to bite. He won’t puncture an artery.” “Is it cold sleeping next to him?” “Yes,” I answer honestly. “Does it bother you?” she fires off another question. “No. I’ve actually been turning on an electric blanket with his side on high. It makes his skin warm.” “Doesn’t it make him hot?” I shake my head and check the grilled cheese. “No, vampires don’t feel hot or cold unless they’re in extreme temperatures. My turn for a question.” “You don’t have one, do you?”

- He purrs against my hair. —I'd like to get to know you a little better. Alex snorts. — To know me, precious? You know me better than anyone. I wrinkle my brow. That isn't true. — If you are dead aren't you supposed to be cold and hard like corpses? —One thing is what is supposed and another is reality. You see, when we consume blood it is synthesized in our bodies and helps us to camouflage ourselves as best as possible. It generates the pink on our cheeks, the red on our lips and the pleasant temperature on our skin. But since we are dead we don't inhale or exhale oxygen and our hearts don't beat.

I asked Mia. She seems to think for a few seconds, until she tells me, “They were cold.” “Exactly, Mia. Werewolves or Lycans never have chilly hands, because of their high body temperature. Doesn’t that seem strange to you?” She frowns and then says to me, “What creatures have cold hands? Because clearly that man is a supernatural being, but a wolf? Wolf, it is not.” After my conversation with Mia, where more doubts than certainties arose, I went to sleep. With each breath, I felt my questions drift further and further away from me and a feeling of well-being and security enveloped me.

A cold breeze hit my face making me shiver. Yeah, yeah. I know that vampires don't feel cold considering they are already low-temperature creatures, but in my case, I can feel cold just like humans. My body is also warm, as compared to vampires. I don't know why, but it never bothered me enough to try and find out. Maybe because I'm too lazy.

Even now, standing alone in the dark, the memory made my face flush bright red. I brought the collar slightly closer to my face, and even with the dried coffee, that intoxicating scent of luxury, a fresh cedarwood, expensive cologne, and crisp winter air that lingered faintly on the threads. It was a smell that belonged to someone who ruled the world, completely different from a nobody like me. But the brief rush of heat in my chest was instantly crushed by a cold wave of pure terror.

Besides, it felt good – I could feel the friction heating my skin, battling against the chill of the autumnal air. “A little,” I admitted, and then I faltered. I shouldn’t be able to feel the cold. I could sense the temperature – we had to be able to do that, we needed to know how to dress appropriately to fit in with the humans. Dark Vampires couldn’t – they were more detached from humanity than we were. They simply couldn’t feel hot or cold, or detect any temperature whatsoever. But Light Vampires could sense it, could mimic humanity, to an extent, but we couldn’t feel the cold. Not like this.

And yeah, maybe it’s my turn to show off just a little, letting her see how strong I am. “Are all werewolves as warm as you are?” She asks. I could feel the coolness of her skin when I first pulled her to me. I’ll have to remember that she’s basically human and will get cold faster than I will. “Yes, our body temperature runs a bit higher than yours. Were you cold? I’m sorry I didn’t realize it if you were.” “No, it was just starting to get too cool for me. But I’m a lot warmer now.”

I held on to her hands, reading her tag and realizing that her name was Belinda. The engine was switched off, the cold suddenly being noticed by both of us. Even though werewolves were warm blooded, the heat from our wolves naturally transmitting to our human, but the cold was something else. It left our fingers white, feet frozen as if they would fall off, especially because we all were barely dressed, coming from such a warm place.

With devious malice, they made sure to travel in small groups of at least three; keeping their identity and motive hidden until the opportunity to take out a lone and unsuspecting vampire arose. It was far easier to recognize that you were in the company of a vampire than a werewolf. Besides the fact that they were more comfortable walking in the light of day no matter the intensity of the sun, werewolves were very human with their looks and energy. Their human form gave off a slightly greater amount of body heat, but their hearts beat, and blood flowed just like that of a human. This was not the case with the vampire. His heart would beat four times slower than that of a human’s, as did