Why Are Ants Attracted To Period Blood Novels & Stories

My shoes were wrong, too narrow, the backs digging into my heels, and I wanted to take them off and walk barefoot, but I couldn’t—not with people watching, not with the whole world lit up and ready to judge. We passed a group of students, three girls and a guy. I smelled blood. Fresh blood. My head snapped toward them before I could stop it, and I caught it immediately: the girl on the right, olive skin, bandage on her knee. She’d scraped it that morning, probably, but I could smell the scab under the gauze, the way her body was already trying to heal. Just close to her was another girl. And her smell was so strong it was unmistakable: period blood. I could smell it, track it, knew exactly w

"How the hell did you know?" Conrad gave him a knowing look. "You don't get to be in my position without having your own network of spies and informants." "So why keep her around?" "She has a way with blood, my boy." Conrad said with a lustful grin on his face. "The thing she does with blood is collects it at varying times when a human is experiencing different events; a virgin girl's first erotic blush, a young man's giddiness at his first erection, a forced orgasm, hell, she even has a wide range of fear, anticipation, and terror lines of blood that she promotes. That and she is always interesting in bed. It never has been a dull moment with her all of these years. One minute we could be m

The others nodded as they also felt something wrong but why? "If I found the person who did this, I will punish him severely" Evan Potter sternly said and gaze on everyone. They quiet own and started to analyze situation as to why the zombies are forcing themselves inside. "They are attracted to noises, human scents and...?" Zeke Santos mumbled as he ponder. "uhmmmm... Why are you bleeding, Captain?" Ariel Montes asked when he noticed a blood stained on his arm. Everyone looked at Evan Potter's blood stain, then, looked at each other.

She just didn't want to. "I am just a little disturbed by last night's incident." she wasn't really lying. A half truth is never a lie after all. That incident had really been bothering her. She had looked around the area the previous night after the incident had taken place. She had found some scratch marks at the back alley walls followed by splutter of blood. She was sure it was a deed of a vampire but what confused her was the heavy unfamiliar scent that lingered around the area. It was neither a human scent nor a vampire.

Even Ace’s scent irritates me, and it feels pungent to me that I forbid him from entering my room. “Please? Just one hug?” He asked again, in hopes I would agree. But I don't want to see him now. I felt like puking every time I smell him nearby. His lips formed into a pout, “You hate me now?” “No, Ace, it's just I am not in the mood.” “But your bleeding is…attracting me. Like what my pheromones are doing with you.” I blinked, just knowing that now. So my menstruation drives him crazy like that? I didn’t know that would be the effect for him!

"Damn, what if he forces me to take medicine after this so I don't have my period anymore? Even though this is the only time I can take a break from serving him. Hah~ I'm supposed to have my period when he's home. Why do I have my period when he's away? It's so pointless!" Vivi threw her brush away in annoyance when the blood stains on the white sheets wouldn't completely disappear, even though her hands were already hurting from brushing so hard. Then she kicked the sheet, sending foam flying everywhere and sticking to her clothes. "Why do I have to go through all this trouble when I can just throw it away? Darren wouldn't want to sleep on sheets with my menstrual blood on them anyway!" Viv

Anita It's been a few weeks since we learned Mackenzie is in fact fertile. We haven't done anything aside from cuddling these last few weeks. My parents stocked her fridge with blood so she had an emergency stash in case there were no vampires for her. She doesn't go more then two days and only drinks enough to keep the bloodlust away.

Then, she saw Zavian crouched on the floor with his clothes soaked in blood as he cradled Emmeline's trembling frame. Nyx didn't look at the carnage anymore. She focused her gaze on the bruised, purple handprints already darkening Emmeline's throat, at the silver in her hair, and the way her nightgown hung off her skeletal shoulders. Then the familiar scent hit her again, the same scent that had distracted her earlier and given the enemy the chance to take her down. Realization dawned on Nyx. She recognized the foul, heavy undertone now—it was menstrual blood. To a vampire’s refined senses, waste blood was dead. It should be entirely unappetizing, something instinctively ignored.

Dad was not there with the police, the council meeting is more important. I’ve seen the families of the victims crying and cursing at the media. Although there were a lot of people, she always stands out among them. It was only a short distance away that I knew he was there. She always smells like fresh water from the ocean, that’s how her blood smells. To tell you, strong human bloods have different smells. They go with the smell of the ocean, then different kinds of flowers. Vampires believe that the blood with the smell of the ocean is the most delicious.

They thought I could not hear them, but my hearing was sharper than either of theirs. “She heals too fast,” Myra had said. “Her tissues respond to our presence.” I reached for the bloody piece of gauze Myra had left on the coffee table. It was soaked with the girl’s blood. I lifted it and inhaled. The scent was intoxicating. Sweet and wild, and threaded through it was something familiar. Something that dragged ancient instincts up from the dark. This was not ordinary human blood. This blood called out. It demanded. Suddenly Caroline shifted on the sofa. A soft whimper slipped from her lips and beads of sweat formed on her brow. The blanket slid from her shoulder, revealing the white bandage