Aromatic Flesh Novels & Stories

The sulphuric stench, mixed with smothering fumes of charred flesh and demise, wafted through and bit its heavy, sludgy teeth into my nose. The stale reek of the demise and blood was an insufferable, repulsive mashup of stenches: a blend of the metallic scent of blood mixed with a retch-inducing stench, which reminded me of the smell of rotten fish. I felt the mush of flesh and gore spraying on my skin while warriors were at each other's throats, fighting for their lives and for me. Despite the pile of corpses, the battle among those who survived was still far from over.

I saw Rosa cautiously circling the corpses with deep concentration, her brows tightly knitted together. “Can you find out anything?” I asked her. She nodded, glanced at me before paying attention to the corpses again, and replied, “The scars on the bodies gave off the stench.” “But they’ve been preserved.” I was puzzled. “Yes,” she nodded again and grimaced. “Preserved corpses don’t give off any smell unless it is a dark smell.” “A dark smell?” Max asked in a cold voice. “It could be done by the wolf or some other beast who carried a dark magic power,” Rosa replied to him, and her frown deepened.

Caleb whispered, his voice cracking into a jagged, venomous hiss. He slowly rose from his chair, his gaunt frame trembling not with fear, but with a terrifying, unhinged ecstasy. Beneath the cuffs of his tunic, the flesh of his forearms began to twist and crawl, sickening veins of dark, necrotic purple glowing violently beneath his skin. The air inside the tent plummeted to an unnatural, suffocating chill, saturated with the foul stench of grave dirt, rotting copper, and forbidden flesh-magic.

She stood frozen beside the table, clutching the serving tray so tightly her knuckles had turned white. Agnes remained composed. “That was Garlic Butter Pork Chops served with Parmesan Mashed Potatoes, Roasted Green Beans, and—” “How dare you serve me pork?!” Maya’s shrill voice sliced through the dining hall so loudly that several servants visibly flinched. I blinked in confusion. Pork? Maya stared at Agnes as if she had just committed an unforgivable crime. “Do you have any idea what pork does to the body? Pork is loaded with grease and linoleic acid! The oils clog pores, increase sebum production, and ruin the body’s natural scent balance! It completely destroys skin purity and leaves tox

“Khora, stop playing with me-” It takes Khorasa a second to catch on before the light goes out of her eyes. “N-no, it’s not that.” She looks at the meat and clasps her mouth, unable to handle the burden of it being human meat. “Human flesh tastes similar to the flesh of swine.” “Swine?”

Marnie started to kick off beside me, "Listen here meatheads, if you don't let us pass through right now, you're going to leave me no choice but to rub your balls along the side of a rusty cheese grater, you got it?" "Dollface, you were the ones teasing us all night, and now we want a taste. So, you can be kind to yourselves and let us have our fun, or, we can get real mean about it. And you don't want that". As Marnie hurled more insults and threats I felt as if the world around me had faded into a soft blur. While I could see her mouth moving, I couldn't hear the words coming out of my best friend's mouth. Amara seemed to be under this strange spell as well, for her eyes were focused and h

The sharp smell of scorched flesh filled my nose. Uncle Garson’s jaw tightened, and the look in his eyes showed that he would never let me go. He was willing to let himself be destroyed just to keep me pinned in place. Meanwhile, near the doorway, Alaric’s coughing grew harsher and more violent. Thick black blood sprayed from his mouth as he let out a heartbreaking growl. The veins across Alaric’s body began to bulge, spreading black as the remnants of the parasites inside him started awakening and mutating.

From within, a powerful, nearly overwhelming blend of scents drifted into the street, casting fragmented, dancing shadows. It was an almost noxious blend of sharp pine, damp earth, something cloyingly sweet like burning sage, and an undercurrent of something metallic, like old blood. The aroma was so strong, so utterly pervasive, that most passersby instinctively paused, drawn in by the unusual, almost magnetic perfume. Some leaned in, intrigued, their expressions curious but others recoiled, clearly repulsed by the intensity and the rancid stench, hurrying past with averted gazes.

His voice cracked as he stumbled back, face contorting. It was only then that the others noticed. Now that the adrenaline had started to fade, the stench was undeniable—rancid and sulfurous, like rotting flesh left in the sun, mixed with burning tar. Curses erupted across the room as nobles and warriors alike gagged, retching, covering their noses with sleeves and hands. One of them muttered, “This is no weapon of men…” Another whispered, “It reeks of evil.” And it did. Even from across the room, I could feel it—something wrong radiated from that arrow, a heavy, oppressive force that pressed on my chest and whispered along my skin like cold fingers.

|Aria| The choking smell of herbs slowly filled my nostrils and it didn’t clear up no matter how much I tried to breathe it away. My hands and legs felt numb and heavy. A thick, musky haze clung to the air like a damp woolen cloak. The scent of crushed sage and smoldering juniper clung to my nose. Everything smelled sharp and earthy, as if the forest was relocated to my room. Somewhere nearby, a bundle of dried herbs crackled over a slow flame, releasing bitter smoke that curled like lazy spirits into the rafters.