Novel & Cerita How Many Miles Can A Shark Smell Blood

—— The Blood Bait Midnight. 02:17 AM. The surface of the shark tank began to churn with a grotesque, visceral crimson. It wasn’t the scheduled feeding time, yet the metallic scent of fresh blood began to waft up from the depths, thick and suffocating, as if someone had opened an artery at the very bottom of the abyss. Inside the acrylic cage, the clinical white lights flickered twice and died.

Mikaela, Ginny, and Alexis could only shake their heads at Damien and Reinhard's behavior. "Boys," muttered Alexis who rolled her eyes who got a nod of approval from Mikaela and Ginny. Their vacation begins. Or rather, survival training. *** Alexis, Michelle, and Ginny arrive at the shore. What they found was Reinhard who was lying on the sand of the beach gasping for air. Reinhard managed to kill three white sharks along his way to the island, out of a total of one hundred and seventy-four white sharks in the sea. Where did the remaining one hundred and seventy-one go?

It's the smell of burning charcoal of Kayla's barbeque that forces me to think of the day I lost my parents. Barbecue and the plastic smell of water bottles sitting inside the large red cooler. The mix of the dripping gasoline trickling its way out of Kayla's exhaust pipe, all create my out-of-body experience. Being a werewolf with heightened senses is exhausting even in human form. I can hear more than the average man, and my sense of smell can stretch over five miles. That in itself is exhausting, which is why I avoid big cities like the plague. A city like New York with all the restaurants, cafes, hotels, and sewer smells will only give a werewolf a migraine from the depths of hell itself

Even if the blood was miles away, she could perceive it. At first, she thought she was a tracker, but then she learned that she was only sensitive to the smell of blood and trackers couldn't perceive blood that far. Regular werewolves could smell things from two to three miles, including alphas. Trackers could pick up a scent from four to five miles, and some could even go as far as six. What she'd noticed about herself is that her sense of smell spread out to four miles when she's in her human form, and five when in her wolf form. She had the attribute of a tracker but didn't possess their unique abilities. But when it came to perceiving blood, she could smell up to thirteen miles in her hu

Hope bloomed within Tritan's chest as he realized that Finrir continued to fight the great white shark. Swimming toward them, Tritan suddenly halted, acutely aware of the constant gloom that reminded him of his poor depth vision. He didn't want to distract Finrir, potentially giving the shark an advantage. Choosing to hang back, Tritan yearned to make out the results of the battle. The clash of metal on teeth echoed through the water, and Tritan strained his vision to observe the figures becoming increasingly shrouded by a dark bloom—a telltale sign of blood.

I feel pain and I see blood mixing with the water. "August!" I heard them all screaming and the ocean was in chaos. I don't know who screamed as long as it was them. "You'll pay for this." I heard Cayden promise that even I was terrified. No one tried to approach me. My vision is getting blurry because of the pain. I was also scared because there was blood coming out of my ribs. I'm afraid that a shark might smell me and suddenly make me dinner. I could hear the explosions and the movements of the water. I try to open my eyes but it's like my eyes are being pulled because of the pain in my body. I feel like I'm short of breath because of the pain.

"Y-You can sense my blood from afar?!" "That is why I told you to cover it as soon as you made that idiotic choice to slash yourself." Chaol sighed. "Your blood has a very distinct pleasant scent. This miscreant is a living proof that more uninvited Night Hallows will stop by in the future and piss me off." "I don't understand. How was he able to smell my blood from afar? Aren't we in a very difficult location that has no viable route?" "Yes, we are." Chaol replied. "But that does not erase the fact that a single drop of your blood's scent will reach miles and miles away."

I grabbed a handful and started to smear it onto the spots on my body that might have been emitting my scent. I had figured out one of the ways Dicken could find me; as long as I was within a certain distance from him, he could figure out my general direction through smell. The sense of smell of a merman was far more sensitive than any other creature. Moreover, my scent could’ve been distinctly unique to Dicken, as if he was the only one that could smell me. I laid in the shrubbery and observed the shoreline anxiously. As I had expected, I saw a tall, black figure on the sea surface. His black tail was rapidly moving as he entered the jungle nearby.

She couldn't afford that. Now, it was on alert. The air smelt-like petrichor. A scent of wet sand right after it rains, except there was sunlight. Then it came in higher concentration, synergistic symphony of scent. Like fart gases. Ocean. To humans, it was easy to mistake the smell of ocean as pleasant if only acerbic. To wolves, they knew what it was. She was near a water body, probably in a boat although it didn't feel like one. But no sound came out of her throat. Not a happy yip, nor a relieved sigh. It opened and closed in a soundless scream. She shoved her face in her hands, muffling the horror that replaced the sound.

It really is quite extraordinary. Smiling at her, I begin my own masterpiece. As her shark gets closer to me, a school of dolphins comes swimming up to protect me. They constantly hit the shark in its gills while darting away from his teeth before getting attacked. There are at least eight dolphins that I have created and not a single one of them looks like any of the others. They all have their own unique features so that we can tell them apart.