Aromatic Flesh Novelas e Histórias

It was a celebration of the quiet, beautiful mundanity that had finally taken root in the valley. Aria walked along the edge of the courtyard, her simple woven shawl pulled tightly around her shoulders against the lingering spring chill. The air was thick with a mouthwatering symphony of scents. There was the rich, heavy aroma of venison turning slowly on iron spits, the sweet tang of spiced apple cider bubbling in massive copper cauldrons, and the earthy fragrance of roasted root vegetables seasoned with herbs from her very own greenhouse.

I can feel the souls of the animals, trying to escape their rotting prisons. In front of us lays the poisoned corpse of a deer. It's flesh rotten and molding. Maggots eating the poisoned flesh. The dark shadows pouring out of the poor things mouth and nostrils. It looks like it's been dead for a few days. I can see right through to its insides!

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.”

The sound was obscene… a wet, meaty squelch that came from the three hundred pounds of mangy fur and rotting flesh as it slammed into the blessed iron. The stench hit me like a physical blow and I gagged at the rot of sizzling skin and burning fat, the acrid burning in my nose of dark magic seeoing out of their corrupted meat. “Up the walls! Hurry!” Dante bellowed, shifting mid-sprint, his war wolf form erupting from his porcelain skin in a jagged spray of blood and cartilahe. No fur, just raw black muscle stretched over a nightmarish frame, his muzzle peeling back from fangs longer than my fingers and sharper than a sword’s edge.

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.

The glob of saliva landed near Scarlet's shoes. Scarlet nodded. Stepping forward, she set the blade against the thin skin between Aryn's leg and lower body. The smell of burning flesh rose through the room like a specter. This time, Aryn's scream was not silent. It was shrill and piercing. "FUCK YOU!"

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.