Why Does My Blood Smell So Strong Novels & Stories

The whole way, I didn't feel anything different, but only when we were waiting for the elevator did I feel a slight breeze, tinged with the smell of blood, but something very soft, very distant. I couldn't help myself and looked around, trying to identify where the smell was coming from, but the elevator door opened, and I sighed, because there was no one around, except the guards who stood there. Surely they noticed my movement, but I got into the elevator because I knew I wouldn't be able to locate the source of the smell. After all, we're in the middle of the Vampire Castle, so blood isn't an uncommon thing. Only I instinctively know that this smell is different. I sighed, closing my fing

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.

I could not deny that I looked totally amazing, a complete 360° from the girl that entered the Crescent moon pack a month ago. I heard footsteps in the room and thought it was Adrian but his scent was different. Probably the scent of the food he was making was what changed his scent. I shook it off as I hurriedly took a shower and left the bathroom. There was a metallic scent in the air that wasn't there before I left for the bathroom and I was confused. Why is the stench of blood string in the air? I touched in between my legs in case I missed the fact that I was on my period but my hands came back clean.

Freya Rose I began to stir as the sedative wore off. My sense of smell was the first thing to return, the clean medical scent that I smelt earlier, filled up my nose as I inhaled. My cheeks puffed out as I exhaled the breath, and when I inhaled through my nose again, a ton of other scents hit me. I could smell a sweet iron smell, but it was faded, like how my hair and clothes smelt after my party, so I guessed it was dried blood. The idea of being surrounded by dried blood had me feeling a little nervous, but because I could smell it, I knew that my senses and hopefully my powers were coming back, so I wasn't freaking out completely. A waft of fresh blood suddenly hit my nose, and mix within

“It was worse than the night I killed Clive Burns.” She felt like if she said his name enough times, maybe it really would etch itself into her mind just as surely as all her other mistakes were etched into her arms. Darian winced, either because of her use of the name or because of the mere mention of the event that had hastened the downward spiral of their relationship. “What did the blood smell like?” asked Brendan, mercifully giving her an out. “Was it different than usual?” “From another human's? Yeah,” she admitted. “Werewolf blood usually smells better, but human blood is harder to resist. His was maddening. It smelled like,” she paused to consider, “sunlight. Just pure liquid sunligh

"I'll put this in the car and bring it around," Sol told me as he lifted the heavy bags of groceries in his hands easily. "Wait here. I'll be back quickly." I nodded my head and waved him off before going to stand near the wall. We had managed to hang out in civilized society without much of a scene, besides the meeting with Kaya. I heaved a sigh of relief. I took a deep breath of the cool night air. A rusty smell hit my nose. It was small and barely noticeable. At that moment, I realized that the strange smell in the air was from blood rather than oxygen.

As much as I wanted to cover my nose to get rid of the strange smell, I had to use my senses to find the place I should be going. I flinch when I hear footsteps just around the corner. Trying my best to lower my gaze, I continue walking. Biting the inside of my cheek, I walk slowly. I loosen my shoulders and made sure that I was only looking at the floor. Their footsteps turn louder and even though I didn’t lift my head, their scent was way too strong to ignore. It was a mixture of the dust that was around the room where I got my clothes, sweat, and the unmistaken strong stench of blood. My lips turn flat and I do my best not to vomit everything that I just ate in the last two weeks. The sce

he asked in a surprised tone, and just as I was about to respond, a strong smell of fresh blood wafted through my nose, impossible to ignore. With a frown, I moved closer to him and inhaled deeply. Indeed, the smell of blood was coming from him. My frown deepened as I looked him over, trying to spot where he was injured, but I couldn't find anything. He must have noticed my concern and took a step backward. “I'm fine,” he tried to assure me, but I couldn't believe him. “Why are you smelling of fresh blood, and it seems the blood isn't yours?” I murmured, and heard him sigh before he moved closer to me and cupped both of my cheeks with his warm hands. He stared into my eyes and smiled weakly.

I didn’t know about him, but I sure did. The slice that marred his rugged face was red and festering. It was the only color against his pale skin, the only sign that the blood truly hadn’t been drained from his body. It might’ve been my panic-soaked imagination, but I swore I could smell something putrid emanating from the slim cut. Sickly sweet but also sour, like pus mixed with overbearing perfume.

Did the box leak? And what's this fishy smell? I withdrew my hands and was stunned to see bright red blood in my palm. "!!!" What the heck?! Is this blood? It wasn't painting. I know the smell of paint. This stickiness and this revolving fishy smell. Blood... My eyes widened. Its blood... I looked at the box with a tense heart. Why is there blood on the bottom of the box? What was inside? For a moment, my heart thumped crazily.