Aroma Sensei Novels & Stories

The room was thick with the intoxicating scent of Haru’s heat, a heady mix of pheromones that sent Jiro’s instincts into overdrive. Haru trembled beneath him, his slender frame wracked with unrelenting need, and Jiro’s control frayed at the edges as he fought to maintain even a semblance of composure. But it was no use—the primal urge to mark, to claim, to possess his omega completely overwhelmed him.

’ —— Savior: Original Story by OneSevenEight Episode: Framed Perspective - Part 21 —— “Now that the deal is set, it’s time to proceed to the training area.” After completing their handshake, Tamashi and Rai each turned their attention to Sensei. “Training area? Is there some sort of training area in this house? The house seems kind of small though…” While Tamashi questioned Sensei’s statement, Rai’s mouth formed a grin. “Let me guess…” Sensei made his way to stand behind Rai and Tamashi. “I hope everyone has had enough to eat, since we won’t be coming back for a while…” Sensei placed his hands on each of the boy’s shoulders. At the moment of contact, the scene instantly changed to a never-en

"You... Smell our scent?" "Of course. You smell like flowers in the spring that's almost over. There's amber, freesia, and sweet vanilla. As for Daddy, he's fresh like green tea and bergamot drops. I have both," Jonathan explained seriously. "How?" Noreen swallowed. "How can you sense things in such detail?" Jonathan shrugged. "I don't know either. But when I'm near someone, I can clearly see their aura color and scent, especially if they're a werewolf."

‘Tell him that she is ours,' he urges, feeling very territorial since we have yet to mark and claim her as our own. “It smells amazing, like honey suckle and peaches, but I don’t think it’s that of Amaris,” he quickly says, picking up on the sudden nearly boiling tension in my body. “I’ve been around her before, I scented her when your father introduced her to the pack, this is different and my wolf is going nuts wanting to track it.”

Sage's mother, Rosemary Joyner, used to spend most of her time in the workshop before her death. Like Rosemary, Sage was born with a keen sense of smell. Hence, she learned how to brew chemicals meant for incense and perfume production. In order to become a professional perfumer, one had to undergo harsh training just to hone their sense of smell. Rosemary didn't have the heart to put Sage through the torment, so she never trained her. That was why Sage was just making incense for fun. No one else knew how talented she truly was, save for Donald. After working on the incense for a few hours in the workshop, Sage noticed that it was already nighttime. She decided to spend the night in Donald'

"Now, come out of it slowly." The waves of energy gradually clear away and Tessa opens her eyes. She rubs her eyes with the back of her palm and stares at the Professor. Professor Sheila smiles at her, "You did a wonderful job, Miss Stone. I did not expect you to get it right in the first attempt. You are gifted with the power of the three senses. Smell, sound and taste. You actually heard the voices of every student here and smelled as well as felt their energies on your tongue. Great work! If you practice on this regularly, you will become a master of controlling whom you want to hear, smell or even taste their energies."

Her arms stretched outward, a gesture that seemed to invite the very essence of nature to envelop her. "True. It's amazing," I affirmed with a soft smile, my own senses attuned to the fragrant symphony that the flowers had orchestrated. The aroma wafted through the air, igniting a sensation of refreshment that permeated my being, rejuvenating both body and soul.

Arlo My mate is beyond compare. Her scent is intoxicating to me. Deep, sweet and rich, underpinned by honeyed heat. Lush, enchanting and endlessly alluring. One whiff makes me want to throw my head back and howl. Informing the world that she’s mine.

“Before anything else, let Lilly know the world she’s stepping into. Let her understand it — the scents, the sounds, the energy around her.” Lilly — in full control now — tilted her head and inhaled deeply. Every breath drew in layers of detail she had never noticed before. Elder Roman’s scent carried the crispness of pine and steel, a warrior’s discipline clinging to him like a second skin. Elder Arcturus smelled of old parchment and incense — wisdom etched into every fiber of his being. Elder Cormac’s aura was heavier, earthier, grounded like a mountain that had stood for centuries.

Naseefa said, looking around and making sure the mysterious admirer was no longer nearby. "Tomorrow morning, I'll have already forgotten about him, probably. I don't need to know his name. The important thing is that he knows mine. And then... I need inspiration for our next product. I want something delicate but spicy, something that makes you think of the white colour", she replied, letting herself be inspired by that meeting and turning the newly felt desires into brand new smells to create.