Romans & histoires What Does Dragon's Blood Smell Like

You answer my questions and I might answer yours. Her scent was unlike anything I had ever smelled or previously been exposed to.It was like a delicious combination of dragon fruit and cinnamon that reminded me of when I would open a perfectly fragranced tub of lotion that I just could not get enough of, so I would end up constantly smelling it just to get my fix.

I like to think good people exist, but I’m not sure any of them exist in this pack. The Albus Mons Pack is truly hell. I’m nearly done cleaning up the stains left from my own blood when I pick up the yummiest scent in the world. It smells like dragon’s beard candy, just like the kind I ate as a child. I can taste it on my tongue making my mouth water – mostly because I pick up smells through my mouth better than my nose.

After Alex finished his speech, he took the lead and dipped his hand into a little dragon blood. He then put it into his mouth. It was a little sticky. It was a little sweet. “What does it taste like?” asked Phoenix. “It’s pretty good! You should try it!” He stretched out his finger, which was stained with a bit of dragon blood, and placed it on Phoenix’s lips. Phoenix did not seem to think much about it. She directly opened her small mouth and licked it.

“What is that smell?” “Lizard. Komodo dragon to be specific. But there’s also Lycan, water dragon, and fire dragon. Two fire dragons, one with the Komodo dragon and one with a Lycan. The Lycan and water dragon is female,” he says. “The winged Lycan girl,” I say nodding. I’m filtering through the scents as he talks them through with me, trying to decipher them as he is. “There’s a very strong Lycan and fire dragon scent over here,” I tell him.

A strange wind gathered around and the smell from the single piece of her cloth soon overpowered the nasty scent of the witch who was now performing her spell. Her smell left me astonished even, it wasn't this strong before. The notes of roses and honeysuckle with the warmth were ethereal. I could see Draven and Julian glancing at each other, both equally surprised by the scent. But then along with her enchanting scent, there was another scent that joined. A smell of royal blood.....A Lycan, a powerful one indeed. It had the aura of the dangerous predator that many Lycans can't have. The confusion drew upon me and my brothers but then the witch began speaking again.

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.

Each slash truly overwhelmed the giant beyond belief; already furious, it suddenly went berserk, emitting strange smoke from its entire body. “What’s this? The air is getting worse, but there’s no problem with my body either. So what exactly is he doing?” asked the little dragon, scrutinizing every movement of the giant, who had suddenly begun emitting black smoke filled with a foul stench—though it didn’t actually smell foul. “What is this?” asked the young man, confused by the unpleasant odor.

He knew what she was going to ask before it was even asked. “Oh?” Rosalie questioned. Ryan just chuckled. Though that had only known each other for a little while Rosalie and Avalon where so similar in the questions. He had to laugh at it. “Dragons have a stronger sense of smell then humans do. Each person or thing we come across has a unique smell. It’s a good indication as to who are mates are. There smell is normally the strongest of all the smells.” Ryan gently spoke. “He said I smelled of fresh baked bread.” Avalon smiled up at him. Rosalie loved that smell, it was her favorite growing up.

There is some kind of strong pungent smell that's still clinging to the pieces, which he made his eyes water through his heightened senses. Drakos gagged from inside his head. 'Are you trying to kill me with that smell?' he complained. Drake's lips twitched at his dragon's comment. 'You know what happened here. I am just trying to see what this is?' Drake talked through the mind link with his dragon. 'Hmm, I never smelled anything like this ever' Drakos mumbled. 'Hmm, me neither' Drake agreed. "Dillon is not here" Mason said, standing a couple if feet behind Drake.

, Dragon told me. “No Dragon, we don't need to do all that in the bastard no one is going to look for him anyways” I scoffed and continued to walk. “Dragon”, I called out. He rushed forward with the pack of citrate, then he quickly placed it in my mouth while I continued to work without stopping. He knows each time I see blood I get irritated by the smell and the only way out of it is my cigar. The cracking sound of the lighter sparked up with blue flames. He gently let the flame touch the tip of the cigar for a while and when he was sure it had begun to burn he turned it off and threw it into his waist pouch.