Why Does My Blood Smell So Strong Novels & Stories

“I can smell it. The scent is strong, I worry for you.” I blink, confused. “Smell what?” His response came a moment later. “Blood. I can smell blood Crinka.”

The jagged chunk of missing flesh on his calf tells me why he most likely killed himself. The second we open the door, the smell hits us, as if we had just stepped into a landfill in the middle of a Texas July. It's overwhelming and all encompassing, suffocating and choking us. I can practically taste it in the back of my throat, and it forces me to gag harshly. Bending over with my hands on my knees, I force myself to take slow, deep breaths through the mouth instead of the nose. We need to search this room for any supplies, but I can't get past my sensitive gag reflex.

It almost feels like something I shouldn’t see. 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.

I’m sure my nose has already memorized its scent. But why can’t I smell anything at all? All I am smelling from them is Lucas’ blood!

I'd help out with clipping his nails during the day while he was napping or just brushing his long hair. "Uh, you've got a bit of a smell on you." He said it when I got home from work and didn't have time for a shower before heading to his room. He looked a bit puzzled. "Wait, are you telling me it's bad?" I took a look at myself, a bit taken aback by what he said. I'm a little worried that my sweat smells really bad. He said, "You smell like blood." I was caught off guard for a moment, but then I laughed and said, "It's not blood, it's just steel. They smell the same." I tried to come up with a excuse, but my foot moved back from where he was sitting.

And if my hearing was heightened… I inhaled deeply and immediately regretted it. The hospital was a nightmare of smells. Sweat, antiseptic, latex gloves, sickness—it was a lot. But worse, so much worse, was the scent of blood. I swallowed hard as my stomach twisted. I could smell it everywhere. Faint, underlying every other scent. It shouldn’t have been this strong. It had never been this strong. I clenched my jaw and forced myself to breathe through my mouth. Focus on work. Don’t freak out. It’s just an adjustment period.

I claimed, which made her wonder for a moment while tilting her head in confusion. “How do you know that there is something there when you can’t see it clearly master?” She solemnly asked, which made me stop. I didn’t think of anything that would help me answer that as I shook my head before sighing deeply, “I have a very high sense of smell, which is why I could smell some fresh blood and someone approaching us,” “Someone? It’s not an animal?” She looked like she wondered for a moment. Before I could answer her, I smelled it again.

The sun is shining. "Isn't she your girl?" Huh? Who? Me? My mind asked that because of confusion. “Yes. He is the one our schoolmates are talking about. They said they couldn't smell her blood so they didn't know if she is vampire blood or not," "Really?!" “Yes. And even if you smell the air, you won't smell anything from her except her perfume," "That's weird," "Bro, I didn't smell anything on her except her perfume," "Me too, I didn't smell her blood,"

he asked, holding the tin out for me. It smelled like peppermint. I did want one but wasn't sure how I would react to it. Best not to puke on my first day. "I'm good." One thing I did notice was the strong peppermint scent blocked out a lot of the smell of blood. I'd have to remember that. Maybe I could wear a peppermint necklace to block the scent of blood.

The house has the most amazing, lingering smell to it. It’s woodsy, mixed with the tiniest bit of exhaust, and a hint of a men’s cologne, similar to one I stole a few years back to cover my stench. It’s the perfect mix. I love the woods, it makes me feel so peaceful and content with life, no matter what comes next, and I’ve always had an interest in cars and their engines, so the smell of exhaust enthuses me. It’s wonderful, and I can’t help but flare my nostrils to figure out where it’s coming from. I’m pretty sure it’s strongest in the room next to mine, but it really is everywhere. Even down the stairs, through the living room and the kitchen. I sniff the air a bit, and I think the smell