Vampires Blood Scent Novels & Stories

Her breasts are so enormous that I can use them as pillows to lay on and still have room to feel them with my hands. I groan from the pain in my groin as my blood rushes through my veins with the intent to release myself in my pants! I look up and chuckle at how this Bampire has riled me up with my emotions. Just thinking about her figure has my dick hard. I want her to be mine. She smells so good! She has a scent of Lavender, vanilla with a hint of something else that is too rare to explain. I can also hear her blood pumping through her veins loudly, calling me to taste her. Something about her, calls to me.

Like small vibrations in the ground, and even changes in the scent around. In the deep darkness of the cave, my eyesight was unaffected. And my sharp wolf-like sense of smell could pick up an unusual scent. The odor that crept into my nose resembled a foreign scent that shouldn't exist in this place. It was bitter, like fresh blood flowing beneath the surface of the ground. My vampire instincts sensed the foreign presence more clearly. I felt an energy moving closer, not one I recognized or was familiar with. My body responded, my muscles tightened, and my gaze sharpened.

Alex asked, pulling me to his side as if he could hear my thoughts. “Yes.” Cam nodded. “He heard back from the council and he did say he was going to have a meeting with us tomorrow morning to tell us about their decision…but I guess the invader situation alters things.” “Wait…how did we even know it was actually a vamp?” Derek frowned. “Rogue wolves have red eyes as well and so do ghouls…” “It’s their scent.” Cameron said to him. “Vampires have this eerie metallic scent to them…almost like a cold scent that makes you shiver. The border guards all felt it.”

They might try to blend in but we would be able to tell the difference using their scent. Humans and Vampires generally had their unique scent. Each human bloodline had their unique scent and each person had their own unique scent. That made it three Scents a human and a Vampire has. We have more things in common than the humans would ever agree to. Amidst other things Elder wood can do for a human and against a Vampire, when a human wears Elder wood, his three Scents are masked from Vampires. When Thompsons discovered this, they used it to go into hiding.

Courtship and breeding principles must be observed or be cast out, even (again) slaughtered. Next Werewolves find Vampires to be abominations against Nature. They operate as true wolves, relying on sight and hearing, especially upon scent. Vampires are corpses possessing a spirit, their bodies held in abeyance of decay - BUT Werewolves can smell the rot. Some humans have a psychic scent ability, being able to smell certain aspects of emotions in others, even smelling insanity in another.

If we could catch him and keep him in one piece, me and the boys had more than enough ways to get him to talk. I kept running, sniffing the air and trees as I ran by them. Vampires were ridiculously fast, and I would lose him for sure if I stopped to track him properly. I rapidly caught his scent and howled into the air for the pack to follow me. All vamps smelt like freshly killed prey and burnt iron. I can only describe it as being similar to a lit sparkler sort of smell. I guessed that the fresh meat smell was nature's way of enticing us, making us drool at the idea of eating one of those disgusting parasites. Each vamp also has their own unique and individual scent too. Nathaniel's was a

Was he trying to. Just as Sasha was about to walk away, she smelled it... That smell.... It was blood. The smell of blood. Ashton's blood! As a werewolf, Sasha had a sensitive nose towards people closer to her, and she could distinguish the unique scent of their blood. The smell was unmistakable, a metallic tang that seemed to fill her senses and make her stomach turn. Sasha's eyes widened in horror as she started banging on the door for Ashton to open it, but there was no response.

I put my hand on her shoulder, “Hey it’s ok, it has been about two and half weeks since you were found at the gates.” She leaned back. “They’re trying to run down packs, one by one. If I’ve been here that long there must have been more deaths.” I nodded. “Yes we have lost more people. I keep losing their scent before I could find them.” Her eyes widened in surprise. “You can smell them?” She whispered while sucking in a breath. “It shouldn’t be possible.” “Why not?” I pressed. “Our scent dies when we die. Our vampire gene doesn’t kick in until we have died, and with it, our scent dies as well.” She explained.

Lily: "Blood..." I screamed, before my hand flew to my mouth, shutting it from screaming more. I sprinted through the trees, my heart pounding in my chest as I glanced over my shoulder and roved my eyes around the wood, hoping no one was in sight. Even if no one was in sight, the scent of my blood was perfuming the atmosphere, if it continued like this, it wouldn't take long before those Vampires sprang out from their hiding. The scent is alluring and irresistible. I had always been careful, always mindful of every move, but today, fate had conspired against me.

“I'd give anything to have a father like that.” “Yeah,” she murmured. “I really am.” “Bella, come here,” said Victor. It was a command, not an invitation. “What's that?” she asked, eying the box warily. “It's a supply of blood since human donors aren't practical right now,” he said, lifting the top of the cooler to reveal six one-pint bags filled with dark red liquid. Now she understood what the confusing mixture of scents had been. Blood behaved a lot like food to vampires. When it was hot and fresh, coursing through the vein, its scent was easy to distinguish. When it was chilled or frozen, the scent lingered but wasn't overpowering.