Bloodhound Sense Of Smell Novels & Stories

“Then again, nothing has made sense to me long before you turned into a dog right in front of me.” “Wolf.” I correct her automatically. “Oh, I wasn't referring to your shift.” She teases and I laugh, knowing she means my behavior. “Touche, babe.” I mockingly dip my head. “That's how you knew the guy at my window was a werewolf? He smelled like one?” I nod. “Lycanthropes have an earthy smell to them that gives them away. Older vampires have a musty smell that gives them away, while newer ones have a strong metallic smell that faintly resembles blood.”

I had to quickly cover my mouth with my hand to stop myself from vomiting all over the place. Where was that smell coming from? I stood up abruptly, looking around the room, trying to figure out where the stench was coming from. My senses were on high alert. I had always had a good sense of smell and hearing, something my wolf had always been good at. She could pick up on scents and voices from miles away. Earlier, I hadn’t been able to sense much, though. My bond with her had been weak, thanks to the broken mate bond. But now, she was back, and all I could smell was blood and decay.

But beneath all of it, I could feel her. She was here. Close. I stood at the front of the lecture hall, the weight of a hundred human eyes on me. But amongst these humans, I could smell wolves. As a powerful alpha, my sense of smell is ten times sharper than that of normal wolves and alpha. They whispered among themselves, curious, excited. Some of them were even attracted to me. Pathetic humans. So easy to impress

I was taking her from behind, but still trying to hold back a bit, so as not to break her. In no time, I pulled out of her and bend her legs towards her head, so that her legs were along the length of her trunk. Her slightly swollen core was now exposed for easy access. I was about to thrust into her again, but something strange struck the olfactory receptors in my brain. It was the smell of blood. If not for the heightened sense of smell, possessed by werewolves, I wouldn't have any clue what was going on. I paused for some seconds and would have ignored it, but the sounds of gun shots made me to realize that this may be more serious.

“It means wields power, which is true for Qadira. Her strength is more than a wolf’s, and don’t get me started on her sense of smell.” “Yeah, you being able to figure out my stalker’s scent from those cards and gifts was amazing!” she says. “Well, a dog’s sense of smell and a wolf’s sense of smell are both about a hundred times better than a human’s,” I begin. “Whoa! That’s amazing.” “Yes. A bloodhound’s sense of smell is about three hundred times that of a human.” “Seriously?” she asks. “Mmhmm. Guess how much better a bear’s sense of smell is than a human’s,” I say.

If I couldn't find any water, I needed to make use of my heightened sense smell. I shut my eyes closely, repressing the awful thoughts that occupied my mind as trying to focus on scenting a nearby pond. I pushed away the scent of leaves that ached in, taking a long deep breath and channelling my mind towards one thing; water. This was the most formidable way a Lycan male can trace any scent, even if the scent was 50 meters away, a Lycan male with heightened sense smell is able to detect even the faintest of smell. That is what makes us stand out amongst the rest but it was a different case for me.

KODAN POV I could smell her, but her scent wasn’t right, it kept changing. Flickering between her normal and a scent that was nothing like hers, if Jase had marked her, it was already changing her and we didn’t have long. Brody was on intent on finding her and kept stopping sniffing the air, images flashed across his mind of a basement and a hut. I hadn’t told anyone but Brody could sense a lot more from smell than most werewolves, the more exposure I got to the scent helped Brody locate someone faster he could see where they were as if they were looking through another’s eyes.

Dale asked, his voice filled with apprehension. “You’ve seen Juke’s and the others wolf. Think… very large dog. With an attitude. And a serious lack of social graces. You'll be faster, stronger, and have a sense of smell that could rival a bloodhound on a bacon-seeking mission. You might also find yourself howling at the moon. It’s a classic." "Howling?" Dale asked as he pictured himself in his pajamas, baying at the celestial orb. "But I can't even carry a tune in the shower!"

Our gazes never wavered from the figure stalking toward us; its eyes appearing larger with each step it took. The hound was massive — its head coming just below my chin. Its scent was cedar, smoke, and something earthy. When the light of the moon finally landed upon it, I noticed how inky its body was. Its fur had black essence floating around it, teeth long and sharp, paws so massive that it could crush my skull in without much effort. With every growl, the hound's lips curled back, and out its mouth came to a trail of smoke.

I drop the last ladder as my boots land on the floor. I find dry land and put him there. “I can't fight what I am,” he whispers. “I can't.” A tear slips down his cheek. He looks immaculate even with our present situation. The scent intensifies again, but now it's thick, sweet, and heavy. Above us, the hounds start barking, the Omega heat has peaked, and boots slam against the pavement. Voices shout commands out to the hounds. They are genetically engineered wolves bred by the academy, creatures that can smell a drop of blood.