Bloodhound Sense Of Smell Novels & Stories

At that point, I did not know if I wanted him to catch up with us or for the carriage to outrun him, which was nearly impossible. Tears ran down my cheeks as I watched. At that moment, a lot of things started to make sense. His speed, his strength, and his advanced sense of smell and hearing. He once told me that he found me with my scent, and sometimes he said my scent was too strong. I shook my head. His eyes that grow darker when he is furious, his wrath, and his size

Ruthlessly, I plunged the claws of both hands and tore the creature apart. I could see life exist in its body as I drew the head of its body. I am Hernia, an alpha female werewolf born with the temper of a bull lock. Fine and graced with emotional tentacles, it's not visible but I was born with a high sense to dictate emotional signals, that was how I hunted. Other wolves hunt with a sense of smell and tensed hearing ability. This trait has always been in the family, a rare breed with superior instincts than other wolves.

“No….. I can sense them…. smell them, but I don’t know where it’s coming from. It’s strong enough that it can only be close, yet…. I'm not picking them up in other ways. It’s like they are permeating the air here.” His weird, demonic sixth sense, I'm guessing. And how he normally knows when there's something to investigate. I already figured he has a greater awareness than normal wolves of things in his territory, so I do not doubt what he’s saying. The gentle breeze, north blowing from the mountain, wafts a little stronger, and despite normally being of the scent-challenged, I smell it too and flinch at the memory of that stench. Shuddering with unlocked core flashes, and lean against him

I never did scream— or shift, and he had kissed me after. I turn and start to run. I don't know why I'm running but every blood cell in my body demands that I get as far away from him as possible. I know I don't get far enough when I slam into someone but before I can jerk away, the person is grabbing my waist, keeping me stable while his scent breaks me out of the muddled state my brain was trying to drown itself in. Cedarwood and spices. I slowly look up, realizing that Damien Bloodhound is staring down at me— and he looks very angry.

I almost did not believe him, I mean it was easy for werewolves to fish out other werewolves or even humans amongst them even if you were hidden because of their sense of smell. We could fish out anyone with our noses. Werewolf's noses are very sensitive and some of us could tell whose scent belonged to whom just by perceiving it once. It was one of our powers, our traits, but the human nose was limited. Even if we did not smell you, we could sense you and we had wolf visions.

The house was truly stunning; it took my breath away and reminded me of home. Just then, I smelt a particular delicious scent. My wolf instinct picked it up and analyzed it. There was something peculiar about it. I tried to figure out what the smell told me. One thing about my wolf smell instinct was that everything, plant, animals, humans had a distinct smell. No two human ever smelt entirely the same, there was always a difference even among relatives. For those who were related by blood, their scent was similar and one could almost assume their scent was the same. However, over time and due to my heightened senses as Alpha, I have learnt to differentiate the scents of even those who were

We drove two hours away from our town just to have one last night of fun, but everything changed when she came. At first, I smelled her before I saw her. Being Alpha of the Greyhound pack, I have a heightened sense of smell and keenness than the rest of my pack members. She smelt of scented lavender and lemon shampoo. I heard her throaty little laughter and just as I snapped my gaze in her direction, I lost all touch of concentration, and then my wolf screamed 'Mate!' in my head. Something I thought I'd never hear until I grew gray-haired and wrinkled.

I wince in dissatisfaction as I feel like my nose is burning. Cough I can't handle it, his smell— ... I halt for a second. What was that just now? is it just my imagination or is there a unique smell I sniff? I saw a silhouette of a man that is sitting on a big round stone as I tried to use my eye senses making me have a somehow night vision. That is also one of the skills that we pure-blooded wolves have. And as for me, I have higher skills than any ordinary wolves for I am but the son of the alpha and Luna.

I deliberately leave the door wide open, praying that a strange, strong current of air from the outside hallway would come rushing in and sweep whatsoever scent she is smelling—Damien's scent, my pheromones, the smell of sin—out of this room instantly. *Oh my God, I really do not want her to catch on.* I mean, normal wolves have a casual, strong sense of smell; they have to actively sniff and perceive something that is not normal in the atmosphere. But God, my mother’s senses are literally out of this world. They are not normal; they are perceived as something that is extraordinary, a gift bestowed upon her by the Moon Goddess. Her smelling senses are out of this world. She could literally t