Novel & Cerita Smell Blood In Nose

I removed the towel from my nose, but blood continued to run, so I quickly covered it again. A sudden urge to sneeze held me, and I knew this was bad. I stood up and walked away from the table, my hand securing the towel around my nose. I sneezed hard, and felt a whirling sensation of blood rushing into my head which made me stagger, but I steadied myself with the help of the wall. My hand which I leaned on the wall covered my bleeding nose, while I had my other hand on my waist. Without turning to my doctor, I asked through the mind link, "Where's the restroom?"

In spite of the house undergoing a thorough cleaning, he can still smell blood in the air which is the only proof that whatever has transpired is true and not some freakish dream of his. When the fishy smell of blood suddenly stings him in his nostrils, he feels suffocated. Oh Shit! he can never get used to this smell. He quickly rushes to the door and pulls it open. He steps into to the porch and heavily starts sucking in the fresh air for some time. After standing there for a few moments, he feels the pressure in his chest loosen bit by bit as his crazy heartbeat starts to stabilise.

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.

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

(LILY POV) "Frequent nosebleed may mean that the patient has more serious health problem." I heard the doctor explaining to Jeoff. Hold on... that MORE SERIOUS HEALTH PROBLEM seems so over acting. I am so healthy. Nosebleed? Hey! Can we blame that in the math equation that the instructor taught us awhile ago? It was really difficult!

Bum-bum. Bum-bum. My nostrils flared as I smelt the air, the scent of roses and grapefruit filled my nose. The scent made my mind reel with this odd sense of recognition, but the urge to quench my thirst and numb the fire in my throat didn't allow it to come forward. I was running before I could register where I was, the monster in me taking complete control. Blood, blood, blood. I needed blood, and then I could think again. I could breathe again.

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.