Metallic Taste When Coughing But No Blood Novels & Stories

The first sensation is the vile taste, a cloying metallic tang that clings to every surface of my mouth. It’s as if I’ve been sucking on old pennies, the coppery bitterness seeping into my gums, coating my tongue, even tainting the ragged, shallow breaths I manage to draw. My stomach roils, a violent, twisting knot that threatens to expel its meager contents. The choked air around me suggests I'm not in the woods like I last remember, instead, I'm in a cabin.

He rubbed his chest, coughed again. "Why do I feel like someone’s cursing me out? My throat’s all scratchy." He stood, poured himself a glass of cold water, and took a long drink.

The sensation felt as though someone had driven a burning blade directly through my neck. I staggered backward. Valthera immediately rushed forward. "Caden!" I grabbed the edge of the desk. The room tilted violently. Another wave of pain surged through me. Far worse than the first. I tried speaking but nothing came out. The burning sensation spread downward into my chest. My breathing became uneven. Something warm filled my mouth. The metallic taste hit immediately. Blood. A violent cough escaped me. Dark red blood splattered across the desk. Valthera's face drained of color. "Caden!" Another cough followed. More blood.

Seeing Jeremy's discomforted appearance as he spoke to her, she also felt it difficult to bear. Jeremy picked up the tissue and wiped the blood off his lips simply. Seeing Karen looking so worried, he found an excuse. "I’ve had a discomfort in my throat recently. It's because I’ve been coughing more often that it’s like this. You don't have to worry so much." "Is it really just that?" Karen still had her doubts. Even if it was coughing up blood, the color of blood should not be like this.

She noted and I nodded my head, quite agreeing with her. She trailed a hand across my chest, rubbing it to calm me from the way I was breathing. In just a matter of minutes, I have had several bouts of cough. But it wasn't just an ordinary cough, this is an entirely different cough—it's the kind of cough that comes with blood. Despite how much pain I was feeling in my chest, I didn't want to show it. I didn't want Nyx to get worried, I hate seeing those worry lines on her face. “I think there's only one way to stop you from inhaling the air in this pack,” Nyx mumbled.

I didn’t get to think much more before something cold settled in my stomach and the hairs on my arms stood up. I didn’t hear their footsteps ahead of me anymore. What the— “Mel… I think something’s strange he—” My voice cracked mid-sentence as a violent cough tore up my throat. I doubled over, coughing again, harder this time but a warm metallic taste coated my tongue. Blood. I was coughing blood. Why? I don’t eat peanuts, so this shouldn’t... “Rosa.” My mind reached for her immediately, my pulse spiking. “Rosa, something’s wrong,”

The foul smell flows through his nostrils before it’s on his tongue, and it’s bitter, but as soon as it burns down his throat, he lets out a violent cough, and blood splatters on the floor. She immediately rushes forward and rubs at his back, but Kieran coughs out more blood. His chest and throat burn while his veins throb violently. Fuck. His throat is closing up, and it’s getting harder and harder to breathe. He lets the glass fall to the ground, spilling its contents.

There was a metallic taste in my mouth. After a couple of seconds, I felt a bit relieved and I slowly walked to the bathroom. I washed my face and brushed my teeth. I thought the metallic taste in my mouth will go away after brushing my teeth but it did not, rather it seems to be worse. Why am I feeling so sick? I wondered as I massaged my forehead as my head pounded.

"My stomach, it hurts..." Nakoa gasps, hopping onto her feet. "What's going on?" Warmth suddenly floods my throat, tasting metallic before I cough it onto the ground, unable to control it. Looking down in horror, I see blood staining the gravel, now dripping down my chin. When I look up at Clea and Nakoa, their eyes are wide and their mouths are hanging open, as horrified and disgusted by the image of me coughing blood onto my feet.

She wasn't sick at all. She wanted to keep recording, to gather more evidence, but suddenly, a metallic taste of blood rose in her throat. She turned, hastily making her way to the restroom. Inside, she cupped cold water in her hands and splashed it over her face. Her reflection stared back at her—pale, hollow, exhausted. The frequency was increasing. The blood she coughed up was more than before. If it kept up like this, she wasn't sure if she'd even last a year.