Novel & Cerita How Far Away Can Sharks Smell Blood

"What's going on?" It wasn’t just Alex, but even Ynes felt it. The terrifying aura was fast approaching. No one could immediately determine what it was exactly, but the cultivation of the two was not low, possessing an almost perverted ability of danger perception. Immediately, without any hesitation, they directly drive the ghost shark in the opposite direction to flee. The ghost shark was the king of the sea, now swimming at full speed, as fast as lightning. With the distance drawn farther, the oppression of death was also much smaller. The gloomy feeling, however, still remained. The horrible breath was behind but was still approaching.

The nightmarish bangs echoed through the air followed by screeching howls and inhuman gurgles. The smell of blood stained the air and filled my stomach until I was ill. Clinging to the smell of freshly spilled blood was something that I had come across before, it's hard stench burned my nostrils and back of my throat, until I was coughing for fresh air. The burning sensation that tickled my nose brought a watery sheen of unshed tears to my eyes. What was that awful smell? Every instinct I had, both human and animal, were screaming at me to get as far away from this place as possible. Instinctively I went to take a step back from this hell hole only to slam my back against a hard wall. A slow

And then I do see one, a little ways out from our designated swimming area, then a couple more following. Gasping, I cling back onto Maddox’s arm as he begins pulling me in with him towards the water. “Wait!” I clamp down on his arm tightly, then point out to the water with my one free hand. “Do you see those, over there,” I point to the group of fins swimming hungrily in the water, just waiting for some fresh blood to enter, “th-there is so sharks! A whole group of them for that matter!”

POV: CALLIE The scent of blood was so strong it felt almost tangible in the air, mingling with the piercing screams that echoed throughout the pack. Growls followed by roars intensified the chaos: “We’re under attack!” someone shouted in the distance. I looked at my hands, then touched my face in shock. Pulling a few strands of hair forward, I saw purple tips—a sight that left me stunned.

The smell of blood was so strong that it was hard not to notice it. Their senses were much sharper than normal people so Philip noticed something wrong while Marina was unaware. “What are you saying? What can go wrong? This is my home. My territory is very safe!” Marina looked into the distance and her expression quickly changed because she saw blood floating up from the bottom of the sea. Seeing this scene, Marina screamed and jumped into the sea. She seemed to have suffered a great blow. Philip and the others quickly followed suit, wondering what happened. They had nowhere else to go anyway.

I also wiped it off to the leaves and grass on the ground. "The wolves sense of smell are ten times greater than human being. They can smell us even we are in a far away place so to prevent that we have to use our blood and leave the stain of our blood here in this place. Their sense of smell would be confuse because of our blood here so they can't follow us anymore." I explained. In the end, they both did what I did. After that I drove faster away from the city. But my head is still in the other place. My head is still thinking of him. My mind can't stop thinking about him. Now that I will leave this place without a trace...I hope...in the end...he'll find me and start anew.

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.

At the beach, I sat near the rocks, and people were fleeing because a shark was approaching from the sea. Suddenly, a shark appeared close to me and sprayed seawater at me. I didn't pay attention. It went on, and as I got up, it made sure I was soaked so I could join it. I approached the shark and explained that I was in desperate need of formulae to refine the elixir if it could help me.

Out at sea, Thomas was still thrashing and screaming for help. But no one moved. Then, someone pointed at the water and shouted in alarm. “Sharks!” Everyone turned to look. In the distance, fins cut through the water as several sharks swam toward them. In an instant, the crowd erupted. “There are sharks! Sharks!” “Three of them! One, two, three!” “He’s going to get eaten!” The people on deck shouted excitedly. Thomas heard them too. Terror seized his entire body, freezing the blood in his veins.

"Yours closed in under ninety seconds. Three separate tests, three separate results, all under two minutes. That is not a variation. That is a category difference." Rain looked at the numbers. They looked back at her, indifferent and precise. "Sensory range." Sera moved to the next sheet. "We tested distance, differentiation, interference. Most wolves can isolate a scent at roughly half a mile under clear conditions. Less in wind, less in crowd density." She set the sheet down. "You isolated and correctly identified four separate scents at just over a mile and a half. Through a building. While there was active interference." She paused for exactly one second. "That result does not exist in a