Bleeding Heart Funeral Spray Novels & Stories

Once a rogue went feral, death was the only remedy. Worried the rogue might notice my brother's scent, I whipped out the spray from the pouch around my neck. Startled by the mist I sprayed around him, my brother's protest came through our mind-link, surprised and annoyed. "Hey, what's the deal with dousing me with some weird spray, Stephi? If this is one of your pranks, you're going to regret it.” "Listen up, idiot! I'm making sure the Rogue can't pick up our scent, which is exactly what this spray is for—it masks our smells," I scoffed, dousing Jeremy with the spray.

… I tried to hold in that scream but as the iron-infused leather whip that’s now laced with a weak version of our Prides Deaths Door serum lashed at my sore, bloody and damaged back, cutting into more of my skin as Graves pulled it back this time, I just couldn’t. He always dips the whip into the Deaths Door serum for the last two lashes knowing that if I haven’t screamed yet I soon will. The Deaths Door serum is just that, it is a mix of Azalea, lily, Mistletoe, Rhododendron and Sago Palm which are some of the most deadly natural plants to WereCats.

Six Years ago Noah's POV: "Ah, stop that." A giggling Eva requested me as I tickled away. She was always sensitive to tickles, so over time it became my weapon against her. "Not until you apologize for mixing blue color with my body wash." "Okay, please I can't breath." she huffed as I got scared if something would happen to her and stopped. She stood up from my lap, took a deep breath and said, "Well thought you will look good as Elmo." With that she made a run for the door before I could process and grab her.

I kept my voice low as I prepared to spray him with hemlock from my sleeve. Yes, I’m mated to an angel, but I still carry an interchangeable spray of hemlock, vervain, wolfsbane, and belladonna. I don’t take chances. An unprepared hunter is a dead hunter. I just needed the opportunity to use it. Someone behind him cleared their throat, annoyed that we hadn’t moved up. It was the chance I needed.

She sprayed the red powder on Darryl’s body. At that moment, Darryl could smell a funny scent starting to spread. “What are you doing?” Darryl became worried as he furrowed his brows. “You scared?” Quincy kept the jade bottle as she grinned and her eyes full of contempt. “I sprayed something called the Stray Scent on your body. It’s a special herb from South Cloud World. Poisonous bugs love this herb. Imagine, there are so many mutated poisonous bugs around, how many would be attracted to come over?”

She closed the door behind her and exhaled shakily. She was safe... For now. She moved to the shelves, grabbing jars and bundles. Frostleaf. Duskroot. Moonbloom. A vial of distilled alcohol. A small glass bottle with a spray top. Her fingers shook as she worked, crushing the herbs, mixing them with the alcohol, and adding water from the basin. The scent rose quickly, sharp, cold, floral, overwhelming enough to mask almost anything. She poured the mixture into the spray bottle, sealed it, and shook it hard.

Items that can hurt someone fatally. I picked my personal favorite, a small spray bottle filled with a strong chemical. "Know what this is?" I queried, smirking. "One spray of this on you and you'll begin to instantly rot from the inside out. Wanna have a try?" "Just kill me? Kill me you fucking bastard because no matter what you do to me I'll never tell you anything." A single spritz on his wrist and the skin began to rot slowly at a pace the eyes could see. "Arghhhhhh! You motherfucking...arghh!"

I couldn't trust him with such information yet; all he knew was that I needed the spray to be safe in the royal family, to avoid them finding out about my deceit. "What you ask for is a mere thing," he said, and I smiled. "Really... I thought it was..." "I have a friend in the material department, and getting the spray is no issue," he said, and my eyes widened, and I sighed in relief. "When... can..." "I must warn you, the spray is far more powerful than the one you've been using. It numbs the skin, and it may have some backlash; hence, it's not advised to be used for a long time," he warned and nodded, though I swore I tested the spray, and I was aware of its backlash.

I hurry over to them and start looking through them. At first it's just paperwork, boxes of files, boxes of cigars and whiskey, but in the last cupboard, I find a box of canisters. Lifting them up, I read: “Scent Blocking Spray” in bold black writing on the red label. Bingo. Relief hits so hard my knees nearly go weak. The box is a plain cardboard box, no writing on the outside, and it's full of maybe eight canisters. I grab one and quickly spray the room to remove my scent, then put it back in the box and close it up.

I laid in bed, staring at the ceiling, my stomach churning with nerves. Today was Xander’s eighteenth birthday, and I was about to face him, our bond stronger than ever. I traced the outline of the label on the spray bottle. Spelling out "scent mask". A brand that created a deodorant like spray that covered your scent to all werewolves. making you smell just like the surroundings. And although this was mostly sold to children who pranked people on Halloween so that they wouldn’t get caught.