Smell Blood In Nose 소설 & 이야기

Where did the blood come from? Slowly, I brought the rose to my nose and took a large whiff to ingest the scents. The rose itself had a strong aroma, a beautifully strong plant to mask the scent of the blood. However, I am not just human, nor am I just a wolf; my sense of smell should be strong enough to allow me to know or track down anyone who may be hurt. Allowing myself a moment to process the scent, mentally pushing aside the floral scent, but then another floral scent twisted in my nostrils, so sweet and delicious, almost like berries, followed by… a tang of citrus… it almost made my mouth water until—

Mr Brown did not reply him and Edward didn't know if it was what made Edwards nose itching to suddenly increase all of a sudden. He decided to finally scratch it and stopped short after his hand touched something cold and slippery on his nose. He brought his hands from his face and stared at it. "Blood?" he mumbled as he saw that his fingers were now stained red. He wasn't feeling any pain on his nose so he was sure that he was not bleeding. What then was causing the blood? He felt a drop on his nose and that was when he looked up. Another drop of blood from the ceiling was about landing on his face and he immediately moved to the side, dodging the blood.

He’s investigating for himself. I started sniffing the air to see if I could get at least a funny smell that would mean an attack truly happened here, I sniffed longer when my nose was filled with the stench smell of blood. I trace the smell going fully out of the pack only to find two bodies laid down on the ground with their body covered in blood.

My hand was bleeding, and it was coming from Sean's nose. Yes, Sean had a nosebleed

I sniffed into my nose, at first it was just the smell of the dirt and forest air, but as I continued to sniff I could start to make out different scents. I can smell the feathers of the birds and there’s a creek to the right What else? I can smell you and I can smell Smith Who can’t smell Smith? Cole chuckled through our flash. Shut it, keep going, Zee I sniffed hard at the air, sucking it in through my nostrils. A foul metallic scent hit me. Kind of like blood but different, not human, and maybe rotten, it was off somehow. I think it’s blood, but it would have to be animal blood, and it’s old, at least a few days

I headed straight for my kitchen to find something to eat before I go back to my home office. I was in the process of getting water from the tap when my nose got a whiff of blood. I looked around me to determine the source of the smell only to come face to face with a pair of blood red eyes in a thick black fur. It's here

Ironic. The thought dragged a dry, humorless laugh from my throat. It echoed in the sterile silence of my office, a place that smelled of lemon polish and an underlying decay. My vision was now swimming on the edge of a crimson haze, each blink more laborious than the last. My hands trembled uncontrollably, and I curled them into fists, nails digging into my palms—useless pain that did nothing to steady me. Then it hit me: Bloodmatch. The name pressed against my consciousness like a shadow that refused to lift, a curse and a promise all at once—dangerous, illicit, irresistibly seductive.

My hands were shaky or maybe I was the one wobbly. I feel blood slowly run out of my nose like I was an active volcanic mountain, erupting molten lava, bit by bit. In This case, my body was the mountain, and my nose was the vent from which thick blood spilled out. I cleaned them up some more, with my hands. It made it a whole lot messier, the blood was now spread on my nose and mouth region. Blood ran down my nose, staining my mouth, and droplets of blood were on my lab cloth. All that had happened now had drawn the attention of the kids by my side.

He took out a handkerchief and wiped the blood that was dripping more and more from his nose. He leaned his head against the car seat as he closed his eyes. Whenever she was tired and overworked. She would have so many nosebleeds and her head would feel dizzy. ***

I force my eyes open, the cabin lights dim and casting long shadows across the space. The familiar smell of leather seats mixes with something sharper—sterile antiseptic and, beneath it all, the metallic tang of blood. My stomach churns at the scent, a nauseating reminder of the injury to my head. I blink, trying to focus, but my vision swims, shapes and colors blending into a confusing haze. The pain is a constant, dull ache, but it’s the smell that gets to me—the lingering stench of blood, turning my stomach, making me want to gag.