Why Does My Blood Smell So Strong Novels & Stories

I was very angry about what happened today, wherever it appears something must happen. I closed my eyes from fatigue and turned a little until I felt a sticky substance around me, it was liquid and smelled familiar.. To smell this smell and it was.. blood, as I expected... but from where? My period is not now.. and.. that's not my blood... it's hers..

Kalb mutters to herself. Khaisha raises her fingers to her nose to block something out. “The smell is getting intense.” “Now she doesn’t smell normal to me,” Kalb sniffs the air. “What smell?” Kalb speaks up when no one else says anything. “Iron. Zinc. Metallic. Whatever blood smells like, only sweeter.” “Almost as sweet as wine.” “You sound like a bloodsucker. What the fuck does that mean?” “She indeed smells like flavored blood,” a voice that sounds like Roxy’s says.

Do I really have to drink his disgusting blood? The subordinate lifted the unconscious werewolf's arm in front of me. The stench of that disgusting hairy beast became more pronounced. I couldn't open my mouth, no matter what. "Collect his blood in a bottle and give it to me," I ordered, and distanced myself from the stinking werewolf. A few minutes later, my subordinate handed me the bottle with the werewolf's blood. I smelled a terrible odor. How should I describe this smell? It smelled like a fly-filled smelly egg and rotten lemon stirred together.

He sniffed and looked at me. “Smell the air.” He said. “Rogues carry a sour edge with them, it’s like blood gone bad. It’s hard to take notice of, but it’s definitely here.” He said. I inhaled deeply, and I caught it, it was that smell of blood, but sharper, more intense and more bitter. “I smell it,” I said, a little surprised at my own certainty. “It’s…smells so sour and bad.” I added. He nodded, a look of approval in his eyes.

I shook my legs but they were also bound. I took a deep breath, one I immediately regretted as the strong smell of dried blood flooded my nostrils, hitting me with a wave of nausea. Bile rose in my throat. I couldn't have lost that much blood. I wasn't feeling any pains that could have resulted from an injury of any such, so I was convinced the blood wasn't mine. But then, whose was it?

He answered, resting his head on my shoulders. "I'm talking about the smell of blood. I can smell blood, Adriano." I wiggled my way out of his embrace, scrunching my nose. I had killed several people before, but the lingering smell of blood makes bile rise to my throat, that's why I try not to get stained when I'm killing or torturing.

“I almost… I almost wish Dad hadn’t trained me so well.” I hesitated. There were only a few different reasons for someone’s car to smell like blood and almost none of them were good. “Animal blood?” She shook her head. “Francium’s… a bit squeamish. Or so he says.” “Well, there could be other explanations. Injuries? He’s the VP of the rugby team’s administration. He’s probably had to cart people who got injured on the field to the hospital, or even people from his own pack.” She nodded, but she didn’t seem convinced.

But the blood that was currently pooling in my legs was making things difficult. I had no idea how long I had hung there before my father and a few of his guards came back. My father’s scent permeated the air and I was suddenly sick of his putrid smell. He smelled like week-long sheets at a whore house and blood. Rotting blood and flesh. I could never imagine a woman or man, for that matter, that would find his scent arousing.

Alex continued. "And the smell... it's like... like the smell of rose water and..." Oh. Rose water. Nice! I looked at Alex, urging him to go on. "And?" Alex looked hesitent, but went on anyways. "Blood." Awesome! I smell of blo- "Wait what? Blood? I smell of blood? Now that's really aromatic!" I said in sarcasm, getting up to leave as I took my black leather jacket in my hands and started walking away, Alex on my lead.

But now that he was standing, with the coat open in the light from the main entrance she could see what appeared to be blood all over the front of him. She wasn't an expert but she was pretty positive from the smell that it wasn't human blood. That had a more coppery smell to it. She had caught that smell coming from people a number of times. People were always getting hurt. The smell of human blood wasn't pleasant but it wasn't this foul either. Cullen saw the look on her face and followed her gaze to the front of his clothes. When he realized what she was staring at he pulled the duster closed and looked up at her again.