What Does Dragon's Blood Smell Like Novels & Stories

"Don't do it again, Dmitri. I understand you had little choice, but it goes against everything I am to feed a blood sucker." Just a hint of amber flashed in his eyes even though he knew I partially jested. He shrugged. "Don't worry your pretty head about it. Dragon blood is the nastiest thing I ever tasted." Yeah right. I know how powerful dragon blood is. "Well you didn't expire, so it couldn't be all bad." He didn't give me the smartass comeback I expected. "How do you feel?" Ashamed, sad, and homesick. "Better." "How are the cravings for alcohol?"

she said, giggling. “Duh, no! At first I thought it was blood, but it didn’t smell like iron, more like a sulphury-smell? And it was black, not red or burgundy. So I don’t know. It doesn’t make sense.” “Hmm… I’ll have a look too. Maybe we can figure it out together later?”

I could hear the settle of the house, the groan of the timber beams, the skittering of a spider in the corner of the ceiling. But worst of all, I could smell them. The occupants of the house. I could smell the sweet, floral scent of the witch downstairs. I could smell the sulphur and ash that clung to the demon. And faint, lingering in the hallway like a ghost, was the scent of him. Cedar and spices. And underneath it, the rich, iron tang of his blood. My mouth watered uncontrollably. I wiped my lips with the back of my hand, disgusted with myself.

And now so did every fiber of my being. I let my hand fall, watching the crimson smudge on my finger. Her blood was iridescent, glistening slightly, its scent an echo of fire and something far older. I lifted it to my lips and cleaned it off with a swipe of my tongue. The taste was not just magic. It was essence. Hers. It settled on my tongue like a claim. My fangs throbbed in response, but I kept them sheathed. I did not need to scare her. Not more than she was already. But gods, her blood tasted like nothing I’d ever known. The fire of a dragon. The bite of fate. Her eyes went wide, the twin poles of horror and awe, but she did not move.

No politics, no protocol, just the warmth of friendship binding us together. "Speaking of soap, anyone want my new recipe?" Luna Meyra asked enthusiastically. "Lavender, lemon, and a drop of dragon's blood oil. Fragrant yet soothing." "Wait—dragon's blood? The real thing or..." "The alchemist said it's synthetic. But who cares, as long as my child finally agrees to bathe twice a day." "That's already a miracle," I replied, leaning back and savoring the market's scent as it grew stronger with the advancing day.

But the village below was a mining village, and it made sense that this would be an abandoned mine. The cave had a smell, not unpleasant like the corpses on the path, but something that reminded me of the temples of Seigradh, the smoky tones of dracaena and cinnabar, mixed with something that I could not put a name to. It surprised me that a dragon’s cave would smell of incense. But then, what had I expected it to smell like? Sulphur, char and burnt corpses? I imagined that the stench was as offensive to dragon’s noses as it was to mankind’s.

"Did you know you have a singular smell, very enticing aroma?" "What?" "I hadn't noticed it before but it smells like flowers, no… more than that, like a garden full of blossoming flowers." Miriam narrowed her eyes before closing them to inhale more of the sweet aroma. "This particular scent could entice any male dragon into madness." "What? What are you talking about?"

I could smell him. Vampires had an odd smell. They didn’t smell of death or life. Mostly this faint smell of iron, mixed with this simmering danger within. For Dragons, it was different. Still this dangerousness but it was more restrained. Wolves just had this wild smell. “Impressive,” Lucien said, stepping lightly over the fallen practice blades. “Your footwork’s improved.” “Didn’t ask for feedback.” He chuckled. “No, but I offer it freely when I’m impressed.”

It almost feels like something I shouldn’t see. This whole thing right in front of us is just messed up. I can smell the blood, and I don’t think it came from an animal. It smells like Lycan blood, and it doesn’t smell like it just came from one Lycan. It’s a mix, a concoction, added to some sort of liquid that has a sharp smell, almost flammable.

“This is dragon’s blood?” Fane nodded with a serious expression on his face. “This is dragon’s blood, no doubt. However, it isn’t the blood of a pure-breed dragon, but a branch of the dragon clan, the Ancient Eclipse Dragon. Regardless, this is the blood of a mythical beast!” declared Fane, his voice seemingly quivering when he spoke.