Why Does My Blood Smell So Strong Novels & Stories

I will twist Nathaniel’s ears till they get red once I get my hand on him. Turning around, I was about to walk back inside the club when I smelt a weird smell of blood lurking in the air, making me squint my brows. Blood? Why would there be a smell of blood here? As far as I remember, there are no hospitals or clinics in this area, and the smell is a bit too strong, as if it’s in a 50m radius. Supporting my weight on the railing, I tried to look towards the left corner of the club, which was strangely dark.

She swallowed hard, her eyes misting over. "Disgust." "Why do you smell like that?" I said, and she stiffened, her brows lowering. "Smell like what?" I turned away from her, rubbing the back of my neck as annoyance surged within me. I flinched when she moved closer to me to run her hands over my back. "Denzel, what's wrong? Why are you acting so strange?" She asked. I closed my eyes, concentrating on my senses. Everything suddenly felt wrong. I took a deep breath. Then I smelled it. The smell of copper. The smell of blood.

A pool of blood. Several towels with blood rest on the floor, and I feel my stomach turning. I never thought I would be so sensitive to blood, but I can’t control myself, and I empty my stomach straight away. The smell of iron is strong. She lost too much blood, and she is probably dead by now.

He was really such a chill guy. If he were an enemy, he'd be tough to defeat. “We're here, " the man announced and we came to a halt in front of a house similar to the others. However… “The smell… ” Lori uttered. It smelled like blood. I sighed. “Yeah. " I was getting tired of the blood smell around me. It put me in a bad mood. The last time I smelled so much blood were from the bodies of my friends. Since he might have some

The kitchen is like the living room, but my breath catches in my throat when I see blood on the kitchen counter. There’s a weird smell in the kitchen, but I realize what it was, and I wish I didn't. Please, I hope it's not Mom's. I sniff the blood to find out if it has the scent of Mom, but I can't tell because it’s too decayed. I empty my stomach in the kitchen sink because the blood smelt so bad. I think it's been here for days. The amount is so tiny I can't tell who the blood belongs to. I feel little comfort knowing that if it belonged to Mom, she didn’t bleed a lot.

“Your blood’s gonna spill right here if you don’t leave.” Abraham didn’t flinch. He just scoffed, tilting his head slightly, and sniffed like he was already bored. That’s when I noticed it. A strong, metallic smell suddenly filled my nose. It hit me so fast it made my head spin. I’d never smelled anything strong like it before. My eyes shot to Abraham and widened. It was coming from him. From his nose. Blood. He was bleeding, and it wasn’t stopping. I gasped and took a step back, the realization colder than the air around us.

Because if he knew that this is possibly what he was doing, taking people and doing something with them, it would break him. And 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.

She instinctively covered her nose with her hand and looked back at everyone to make sure that she was not the only one that was smelling it. “What the hell is that smell?” Levi exclaimed as he covered his nose. It smelled like blood and something else, almost like burnt matches. “It smells like rotting flesh,” Ace replied. He made no attempt to cover his nose but the smell did bother him. He just was not going to be dramatic about it. “Something’s not right,” Sarah pointed out the obvious. The hall should have been busy, even crawling with busy nurses and doctors. But it was empty, quiet, and very smelly.

As soon as I threw the bedroom door open, the strong smell of blood wafted into my nose. What the hell is going on?

Carter immediately knew even he didn't see the small cut with bandage in my palm yet. "Yeah. During the lab. How did you know?" "I smelled your blood." "Does it smell nice?" Because to me, all kinds of blood smell the same. Rust. Blood smells like rust and I don't like it. Though with the profession I chose to pursue, I think I would eventually get used to it. "Your blood do smell good," he admitted. "Do I smell like something edible?" I asked almost mute, afraid that someone would hear me even it was just the two of us in the corner of Edmonds' parking lot.