Vampires Blood Scent Novels & Stories

I was losing too much blood. I needed to shift. Or call for my father. Thick and intoxicating. The scent of my blood filled the air like a drug. The vampires stilled, transfixed in their spot. One inhaled deeply, his breath shuddering,his breath shuddering as the smell of fresh blood assaulted his lungs, his eyelids flutter, his lips parting as if savoring the taste on his tongue, another let out a low guttural moan his finger twitching like an addict on the verge of losing control, they seem more rogue, my unhinged

“That kind of blood?” “Some people call it cherry blood.” He seems slightly embarrassed to be talking about this with me. His cheeks are a bit pink. “The blood released when a woman loses her virginity is filled with aphrodisiac scents for us but also drives our hunger. I’m not sure why. Perhaps it’s because back in the day, before we could easily syphon blood from humans, we had to bite them in order to drink, and the easiest way to do that was during sex. So whoever the hell created vampires made it so that when we smell that scent, we want to drink the person we’re with. And… we want to drain them dry. In fact, a lot of times, it becomes a savage situation where the virgin literally has h

My mother's loud footsteps stormed up the staircase and she flung the door open. Her hair was faded with age, her face wrinkled with a lifetime that hadn't been good to her. Anger quickly crossed her face as she pushed me onto my back, squishing poor little Julian in the process. A muffled squeak escaped him and my mother looked around sniffing the air as if catching his scent. Vampires gave off a distinctly strong scent, like wet earth and vanilla mixed.

The sun is shining. "Isn't she your girl?" Huh? Who? Me? My mind asked that because of confusion. “Yes. He is the one our schoolmates are talking about. They said they couldn't smell her blood so they didn't know if she is vampire blood or not," "Really?!" “Yes. And even if you smell the air, you won't smell anything from her except her perfume," "That's weird," "Bro, I didn't smell anything on her except her perfume," "Me too, I didn't smell her blood,"

Another figure leapt out of the darkness to where she was lying, picked her up and hoped away Earlier, Damien had gone hunting for blood. Damien didn't usually hunt for blood every night, a single person's blood was able to sustain him for a few days. However, ever since he crossed paths with Elsie, he has been strangely hungry for blood and never got his fill. He was deep in the forest, he picked up the scent of blood which meant someone was approaching. He got a feeling which wasn't the usual feeling the smell of blood gave him. Vampires, all vampires get crazy at the smell of blood when they needed their refill. They get drawn to it like a mouse does to cheese. But for Damien, his nose pe

It is one of those times when my eyes glow a fiery red with so much need, my throat burn like hell craving that rusty taste to gorge down this thirst. I stepped out a bit wandering around looking for prey. I hadn't drank even a drop of blood in weeks as I was involved in the office. This is the only time I took off after so long. While transversing in forest near the barrier, I sensed an addictive scent not too far away from the protection shield I placed to separate humans from reaching my land.

I stared at him in even more confusion and blinked my eyes rapidly trying to grasp what he just said when my head start to hurt, the pain started small and it advanced and before I knew it all I could see was black. I was awake again, only this time my head doesn't hurt that much anymore and I remember who I am but I'm not in the same place I was before I blacked out. What is this place? There's blood everywhere, the smell is driving me crazy, I have to leave before I kill someone. I tried to stand up but my legs felt like jelly. I regained my balance and tried to find my way out of this strange place before I turn full vamp. As I went farther away the smell of blood reduced and my urges les

I heard a crackling sound of broken glass, then my nose wrinkled as I smelled the delicious scent of blood dripping on the floor. “Elizabeth!” My father ran towards her, but something possessed me. Before my father was able to reach my unconscious mother, I ran towards her in a swift movement and sank my teeth into her bloody hand. My enraged father grabbed my shoulders and attempted to pull me away from my mother's already limp body, but the beast in me would not concede. I ferociously shoved him and continued on drinking my mother's blood to the last drop.

Miren would be more than happy to extend an offer of a glass of wine to the individual in question if it were possible to determine that person's identity. The screams became increasingly louder, and as they did, the mist began to clear, revealing a potent aroma of blood. A gory scene materialized right in front of the vampires' very eyes. On the ground were the decaying bodies of humans and vampires, their bright red blood mixed with the thick black blood that covered their bodies. Their bodies were dismembered as well; however, their limbs and heads were in the correct positions. People's hearts trembled upon first glance at that scene because it was truly terrifying and resembled hell on

I asked, a little worried clear in my tone. “Because there’s something about you that’s special…” Joseph said, almost thoughtfully. My entire face warmed as he continued to stare at me. “I mean your blood…” he adds. “It’s addictive. It’s almost potent. So, when others are around you, they obtain your scent for a short while.” “My scent?” I asked with a frown. “Like the scent of my blood?” “Vampires have a very keen sense of smell,” Joseph nodded. “So, we can pick up the scent of a human easily.”