Aromatic Flesh Novels & Stories

Knowing that my life was secure, I was willing to risk anything else to get out of here. I gave her my arm and then she began her incantations. “Summon summon, the dark demons of death and decay, preserve this flesh and let it stay. Summon, summon the greedy god who lust for blood, connect ye now this pound of flesh to us!” I kept wondering why she kept talking about flesh when without warning, she used one of the stone daggers to slice a pound of flesh clean off from my arm. The pain cut into me deeply as blood began to pour from my skinned flesh. I gnashed my teeth and a low growl escaped my throat.

With a comical gasp, she exclaimed, "Oh, is that crimson stew? I've heard so much about it!" Her eyes lit up with excitement as she leaned in, eager to share her knowledge. "Crimson stew is more than a dish; it's a culinary masterpiece born from vampire heritage. The key ingredient is crimson venison—meat from magical deer with a reddish hue, echoing the night's mystique. Marinated in rare herbs and spices, slow-cooked in centuries-old wine, and infused with drops of vampire essence, it's a taste of history and tradition, a connection to a world beyond our own." She describes the dish perfectly just like an expert connoisseur.

He backed away quickly, bowing twice before practically running down the stone steps. I did not pick up my small silver fork. I leaned forward just an inch, letting my breath draw in the heavy steam. Beneath the sweet smell of the cherries and the sharp bite of black pepper, a faint, metallic stink curled into my nose. It was sour and sharp, like copper coins left to soak in swamp water. I looked closely at the edges of the dark gravy. Where the sauce touched the white porcelain, a thin, sickly gray ring separated from the red juice, glistening with a faint, oily shimmer.

His smile was very evil and sinister. Even the Lord couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine. "What are you planning to do now?" The Lord asked. Samuel smiled gently. "In my hometown, pork is a kind of common food, but in fact, the fur is not easy to deal with." "However, people are intelligent, especially after they have mastered Fire." "As long as I burn it gently with fire, the old and thick skin of the pig will immediately be completely roasted and deformed. After that, old oil will seep out and make a creaking sound!"

She leaned slightly into her steps, her long, mustard gown sweeping gracefully against the cold stone floor. Behind her, the rhythmic, synchronized thud of boots reminded her that she wasn't alone. Shane and Griat walked in their usual tight formation, their expressions unreadable, their sharp eyes scanning every shadow of the dimly lit corridors. They had just passed the grand intersecting archway of the central courtyard when a sudden current of warm air drifted through the hallway. It carried an intoxicating, incredibly rich aroma that made Rosalie stop dead in her tracks. She sniffed the air, her jade eyes widening. It smelled of rich, slow-simmered garlic, melted butter, roasted root ve

Then I stood, circling behind him again. Ethan’s voice was tense. “He doesn't seem like he'll break anytime soon.” I shot him a sharp look. “Everyone breaks.” Jared let out a hoarse laugh. “I won't." I leaned close to his ear. “Then I’ll at least make sure you die wishing you had.” I set the blade aside and reached for the branding rod. Its blackened end caught the dim light as I held it up. l “Do you know what flesh smells like when it burns?” I asked him. “It's like pork. Sweet and hard to forget.”

I let out an exhale. Whichever it is, this will turn out to be heavily interesting. Satisfiably so. * I can smell it. My brows narrows as my nose catches on a pungent scent the moment I got out of my car. Since the moment the car door was open for me and I stepped out, the acrid smell of something vile was pungent in my nose. A smell I am accustomed to very well. Rotten human flesh.

He can tell that he is perfectly handsome now. "I'm serious! You even more handsome than me!" Nicolai exclaimed. "I always been handsome than you. So eat." Nicolai pouted as he take his seat. But still keeps glancing at him. Owen has a perfect shape of face without a single pimple to be seen. His eyes were naturally black with thick eyebrows. Having a perfectly heart shaped lips that is pinkish red. There's no doubt why those female students in there class before were so madly in love with him.

The moment the door clicked shut behind them, the air changed. A thick, acrid stench rolled out from the open bathroom door like a living thing—sharp ammonia mixed with something fouler, heavier, unmistakably human. Ara’s stomach lurched violently. She pressed the back of her hand to her nose, eyes watering, but the smell clung to the back of her throat.

I nodded. He broke cover then, slowly, head raised, and I followed. For the last few hundred yards I had been detecting the stench of rotting carcass, only growing stronger as we drew near. Now, that sickening-sweet odor was more pungent in my nostrils than the scent of the wolf right in front of me. I nearly plunged my nose between Rufias's hind legs in an attempt to smell something other than it, and for one terrifying moment I felt disconnected from myself, and was once again the young female who looked at some of the males with a carnal longing. I almost yipped and stumbled with embarrassment at the urge, though the cause was nothing even close to lust.