What Does Dragon's Blood Smell Like Novels & Stories

"What does it smell like?" "Smells like the deepest parts of hell, mixed with dragon's blood, raisin, and rosemary. Only those against the witches can smell it." "Whoa, hold on!” Ria shrieked. "Are you implying that Vespa is a witch?" "Unfortunately," I sighed, my heart beating like a madly bouncing ball. "She may not be one directly, but her mother is.” Gosh, the smell was fucking horrible. Vespa trembled like she was fighting against some unseen force. As much as I was disgusted with the smell, I couldn't bear to see her in such distress.

I asked him outright, not bothering to wait for Traian to speak up. “I can smell him a mile off. They are extremely rare, but I have met one who turned into an actual dragon. It’s a very distinctive smell,” he replied, then after screwing his face up in disgust, he continued, “yeah, it’s like a burnt lizard shit, kinda smell. And don’t bother asking me how I know what that smells like, I’ve had a pretty wild life.” “He means literally living out in the wild, not like partying wild,” Traian added with a smirk.

The dragon. I don’t know how I knew he was a dragon, but I’ve never smelled such raw, pure masculinity before. My parents had told me about the dragons, that unlike other supernatural beings, they take on the scent of their element. And he had smelled of evergreens and cinnamon, a delicious, intoxicating scent because it reminds me of happy times, better times.

I could sense Dylan's surprise hearing my request, but Samantha was quite relaxed. "'Pretty much the same." Samantha giggled and then made her own request. "It had to be, didn't it? After all, I trained for a while with the folks up north." I explained, more to Dylan than to Samantha. "It's only the Dragon part that's different." Samantha. "Well, what can I say? I love dragon blood, it has a sweetish background taste with a touch of grape that looks like wine made from blood." I shrugged. "With a taste that sophisticated I'm going to go out of business." Dylan gave a low laugh.

“Your Grace, there might be more of them up there!” But I don’t care. All I can think about is the Creature that I hit, the possibility of dragging it back to the Capital to be studied so we could finally know what we’re up against, after generations of trying to fight back. I just scale the rocks, my body buzzing with energy, until I find the trace of blood in the bushes. If I can even call it blood. It’s black and thick and it’s sticking on the leaves like tar. My sense of smell is suddenly overwhelmed with the stench of something burning. Thick and rubbery and pungent, like a tire being set on fire.

He smelled familiar, of black roses and citrus and that undeniable masculine scent that was purely Damien. I frowned. There was something else; something that I couldn’t quiet place my finger to. There was a hint of something mixed with his scent. I took in a deep breath to get another whiff of his scent. What was it? It smelled familiar…so familiar. It felt like an undertone of so-blood! The scent was Damien’s blood. I wrenched myself away from his arms and looked him directly in his eyes. “Why do you scent of blood? Are you injured?”

I tried to open the huge mansion’s door, but it was locked, so I forced the doorknob down, breaking it and letting myself in. My impatient feet followed her smell and it took me upstairs to a long hall, where I came across to the bearer of the delicious scent. All the adrenaline in my blood and the flaring instinct guiding me was replaced by shock, and even Knight’s eyes snapped open and his ears stirred in my mind. “You are my mate,” I almost growled, looking at the male dragon in front of me. My eyes didn’t recognize his eyes, and I wasn’t attracted to him, not at all, yet the smell was unmistakable. Lavender and Amber.

The agonizing pain that ensued made him suck his breath in as he began sweating profusely. “Calm down.” “Mm?” Just as Green Dragon was about to talk to Black Turtle, he suddenly caught a whiff of fragrance in the air. It was something they had never smelled before. One breath of it and their fatigue was lifted. Even their wounds were healing slowly, as they felt the pain lessening. “What’s that smell?” Both Green Dragon and Black Turtle were taken aback. Even Trine, who was clinging to life with a weak pulse, moved his finger.

‘That rabbit claw has toxins in it, in a few minutes you’ll be paralyzed besides it’s night, animals can smell blood a mile away’ Alfred explained as he crouched. ‘Oh my god, I never knew rabbits here could be that vicious’. ‘Quick climb my back’ Alfred said hurriedly. ‘Do I have to’ ivory asked warily. ‘Would you like us being chased by animals then suddenly you fall, you can’t move a limb, what do you think would happen to you then’ Alfred asked smiling kindly. ‘I’ll climb’ ivory said frowning.

It appeared as though she was emerging from the cyclone in an invisible boat but she was pulling the oars so fast that she threw out sparks on either side of her. The attack was akin to pinwheel blades repeatedly striking a surface; the only difference was, instead of paper, the blades were made of white oak that extracted a couple of scales in front of where the dragon’s heart should be, gushing blue blood. There was now a small window of unscaled flesh, shaped like a bird bite’s small inverted triangle, through which the crown of the dragon’s heart was vulnerable to attack.