Why Are Ants Attracted To Period Blood Novels & Stories

For a moment, Angelica remains silent as her eyes flit from me to Ayla and then back. "It’s…" "I STARTED MY PERIOD!" Ayla shrieks. "I ruined the sheets because I started my period." "Your period," I repeat, taking in her embarrassed expression. "Is that really it? Angelica?" "There’s blood on the sheets," Angelica confirms. "I’m sorry for overreacting." At her words, I sniff the air, taking in the blood's scent, only to realize that it didn’t resemble that of a female's menstrual cycle. She was lying, but why?

Maybe they would decide to throw me back out on the streets but I best be prepared. I finished up in the kitchen and was about to go up to my bedroom and turn in for the night when I noticed the window that was open in the sitting room. Its curtains were drawn and I wondered why but as I approached, something hit me really strongly. It was the smell of an antiseptic or something. There was almost the smell of vinegar and I started to wonder what had happened. Taking a closer look, I realised that someone had cleaned this place and I was confused as to who would do my job for me. Maybe, this was another slip off I had done and I probably would be punished for it this time. I went over and I s

"I’ve been doing some mental math. We’ve been here for about three weeks, going on four. And I realized... well, I haven't seen you deal with... your period." A strange, unreadable look crossed her face. She stared at me for a beat, then suddenly burst into a fit of giggles. "Mr. Coop," she laughed, shaking her head. "Are you worried about my monthly visitor affecting our usual routine?" "I’m serious," I said, feeling my face heat up. "It’s a medical consideration. Blood attracts things, and the cramping... I just wanted to know if we needed to prepare." She calmed down, though her eyes were still dancing with mischief. "You can relax, Nathaniel. I don't have to worry about that. My body is.

Filled with liquid the color of deep burgundy wine. But it's not wine. It's too thick. Too viscous. The way it clings to the sides of the glass when she tilts it slightly gives it away. Blood. Pure. Fresh. Human. She raises the glass to her lips. Pauses. Inhales the scent. Type O negative. Female. Mid-twenties. Athletic. Healthy. The details are automatic. Centuries of feeding have made it instinct. A knock sounds at the door. She doesn't answer. Doesn't acknowledge it. Doesn't even glance in that direction.

he asked, confused. “My blood is sweet, and the centipede was attracted to the smell of my blood. They came out of your father’s body to seek my blood. They had ingested some of my blood already, intoxicated but wanted to suck more. Little did they know that my blood was toxic to their kind. They will die a few minutes from now,” I elaborated further. His brows knit in confusion. “Is this the same method you used when you treated my son?” I nodded my head. “Yes.”

Sticky red. That was the first thing that registered in Misty's eyes the moment she regained clarity of mind which she felt like she had lost for a long period of time. The stinky and unpleasant smell was the next thing that rushed into her brain. It was an odor similar to what always haunted her room whenever she clapped a mosquito to death. The scenario was almost the same, except on those times, the amount of blood on her hand was very negligible, something that could easily be wiped off the edge of her mattress. Especially since it came only from an unwelcomed, blood-sucking insect. But what about today?

“It’s some creepy shit for sure.” “That’s what we’re after!” Sidney remained immobile, splayed on the bottom of the tub. “Can we turn on the water now?” “You want to go full blood bath?” “Sure, why not?” “You just want to wash off the blood,” he laughed, placing his camera down again. “That too.” “We could add some blood to the water. Really make it red. Brace yourself for all the period comments online!” “We get those every time we do blood. No matter where the blood is. Blood plus woman equals menstruation, apparently.” She rolled her eyes without moving her head.

he says with a breathless smile, and he continues on his run. I lick my lips, scowling after him, my tongue catching on my pointed incisors. I make a mental note to shave them down a bit when I have the chance. “Bastard.” It’s well past 4:00 in the morning when I finally get back to my apartment and shed my thermals for the second time. I linger by the fridge for several minutes before pulling out one of the samples and reading the contents. Animal blood. Reindeer. Clean. A healthy animal. No diseases or injuries to speak of, which means no antibiotics to worry about. The lab uses these samples for experiments, and Aurorium keeps us stocked.

She frowned and asked, “Ms. Moonshade, why do you smell like blood?” Andrius’ heart skipped a beat. Shit! He had gotten blood on himself when he fought Dragon Gang. Athena, who used to be a soldier, was trained to detect blood, so there was no way the stench could escape her nose!

The expressions of the individuals underwent a transformation, shifting from those resembling humans to those of nocturnal creatures. Their mouths watered, leaving a trail of saliva as they gazed hungrily at the delicious meal before them. The scent of the girl's blood was peculiar, drawing their noses towards her with an irresistible pull. The aroma was intoxicating, a rare olfactory delight that only graced their senses once every few centuries. The sweet, metallic tang of blood filled the air, a scent that was both alluring and repulsive. "D*mn! Without delay, we must convey her to the presence of His Majesty! I'm sure every vampire in this area will go after her!” At the sound of a voice