Why Does My Blood Smell So Strong Novels & Stories

Mismatched Mates #2.6 First Blood Chapter 1 Convenient Most people couldn’t smell blood until it was on the outside of a body. But I could. Rich, metallic, and flavored with the unique essence of whoever it was inside. This blood had a tartly sweet fragrance to it, light and refreshing, like oranges. It was pumping fast, the heartbeat of whoever owned it ratcheting up as I tipped my head and tried to get a bead on how far he was and in what direction. I couldn’t hear his heart from this distance — and I knew it was he, not she, because instincts didn’t lie — but the scent intensified as if he'd flushed, his body’s autonomic responses sending his blood rushing to the surface of him and the sm

Strange. He groaned, you idiot! Does that sound dead to you? He was covered in blood, by the smells of it, it was his own mixed with others. I tilted my head when I smelt something mixed with his scent. I leaned in closer and my nose scrunched in disgust as I smelt wolfsbane. No wonder he wasn't healing, I thought.

It hits the back wall and ricochets back behind the dumpster, but there is no noise of it hitting the metal dumpster. I stare at the dumpster. Odd. A faint scent, which I can’t place, tickles my nose. I glance over my shoulder at the bar’s back door. Music spills out of it, along with the faint smell of alcohol. My friends are inside, waiting for me. The strange scent tickles my nose again and pulls my attention in the other direction. What is it? I turn my focus back towards the dumpsters and slowly make my way towards it. The closer I get, the stronger the scent is. When I’m halfway there, my feet stop, and my eyes widen as I realize what I’m smelling. Blood.

I still couldn't connect to Zariah and my limbs still felt heavy, just not as heavy. When we reached the bottom floor I could smell blood. I could also smell some heavy cleaning agents like bleach and I'm pretty sure pinesol but definitely still blood. I knew for a fact this floor was cleaned more frequently and sterilized so much more than other floors but the walls and floors were still stained red and the smell of blood never went away. What always had alarmed me was it wasn't just the smell of werewolf blood here. There was also the smell of human and witch blood alike. I tried not to think about it.

Man, I must be freaking out. I shook my head and grit my teeth. Stepping over the silent starfish, I made my way to the cracked fish tank and peered inside. The smell that emanated from it was unholy and disturbingly familiar. Sweet with a slight metallic tang. My instincts demanded I run, and I straightened up and turned my face away, my eyes still focused on the water. It wasn’t a fishy smell at all. I struggled to place it. Then I had it, and my stomach dropped. “It’s blood.”

Ironic. The thought dragged a dry, humorless laugh from my throat. It echoed in the sterile silence of my office, a place that smelled of lemon polish and an underlying decay. My vision was now swimming on the edge of a crimson haze, each blink more laborious than the last. My hands trembled uncontrollably, and I curled them into fists, nails digging into my palms—useless pain that did nothing to steady me. Then it hit me: Bloodmatch. The name pressed against my consciousness like a shadow that refused to lift, a curse and a promise all at once—dangerous, illicit, irresistibly seductive.

Like she was tainted. It was not something that she should have bothered her but blood and the smell of blood have always bothered her, why though? She was certain that it has something to do with her past she couldn’t remember. So, instead of working on painting in an annoyed mood, it was better for her to just take a small break from everything. It had been more than twelve hours after the incident but the smell of the blood was still clogged in her nose—