Breath Mints And Battle Scars Epub Novels & Stories

Author's point of view... A mouthwatering scent of mint started to tingle Scarlett's nostrils, sending a wave of memories about her mate across her brain. Master...! Prince Adrian...! But that was not the only thing on her thoughts; in addition to the pain in her swollen face where she was slapped by that man, her body felt caught or clasped in a tight and powerful cage. She tried everything to move, but could not even move an inch. Despite how unpleasant and scary the trap was, she was annoyingly finding comfort and relaxation in the comforting mint scent that she was inhaling.

Chapter 29: The Last Stand Alpha Callum’s POV The air was thick with the scent of smoke and blood as I stood on the battlefield, my mind racing, my body burning from the brutal fight. My pack was scattered around me, fighting with every ounce of strength they had left. The rogues were relentless, overwhelming in their numbers, and despite our best efforts, we were losing ground. The chaos of battle swirled around me—shouting warriors, the clash of metal, and the earth beneath me shaking with each strike.

His voice is low, entertained. “Oh, I hate you,” I murmur, tucking my head back down against my arms, my cheeks flaming. “No, you don’t,” he murmurs, making me smile. A soft scraping sounds, the lid of a jar being unscrewed, and the balmy scent of mint and eucalyptus fills my nose. “This will be cold.” I sigh and nod, consenting to it, thinking that sounds quite nice against the hot ache growing in my lower back. But I still gasp at the first touch of his fingers, coated in the balm. It is…powerful stuff, nearly burning in its intensity.

The battlefield fell into a strange silence. Scar took a step forward, his massive paws crushing the dirt beneath him. His lips curled back in a smirk. “This has to stop!”

In that fleeting moment, the touch of warm breath against my skin brought a chilling realization, a dreadful recognition that jolted me with a surge of fear and recognition. My heart hammered wildly in my chest as the familiarity of that breath against my ear sent a wave of dread washing over me. It was a haunting reminder, a piece of the puzzle that fit into the nightmarish picture I dreaded to acknowledge. In that chilling breath, I found the answer of the unknown presence lingering in the shadows. The sharp, familiar scent of minty breath invaded the air around me. It was a fragrance that carried the weight of past betrayals, a reminder of the one person who had inflicted irreparable dama

I take a deep breath and remind myself that we have trained for this. I trust my pack, and they trust me. Together, we’ll make it out. Something slams hard into my chest, and the battle has begun. It’s Miranda, screaming with fury as she attacks me. I shove my elbow into her face, forcing her back. We scuffle, one on one, and then she pulls out a blade, its tip dripping with a purple substance.

Elena's breath was ragged, the air thick with the scent of wet earth and pine. Her companions, Kael and Alera, walked close by, their eyes scanning the dense forest around them. The battle with the warlock had left them all bruised, but Elena felt a deeper wound within her—one she couldn’t heal with any physical salve. The fragment she carried pulsed in her chest, its dark magic seeping into her veins, twisting her thoughts and making her question every decision she made.

VINCENT MOREAU In the face of all the chaos, who it was did not matter as much, anymore. There was too much of everything to be bothered about a door being drawn open-from the air I breathed in being so thick with the saltish, metallic smell of blood that I could almost taste it on my tongue to and the foul smell of fish-it had always been there, but now it stunk even more. My boots remained fixed on the wet concrete floor that was now covered with what was left of the fight that had just marked my loss.

And a scar. Crescent-shaped. White. Faint, but there. Bitten deep. Healed badly. Because I know that shape. Because I remember blood on my tongue and bark under my knees. I remember smoke. Screams. Roots curling over a small body, trying to hide from death. And a girl. A girl I told not to scream. A girl I bit. My breath catches. Not just a scar. A mark. A bite. And something in me shatters.

Blood spills out from open wound. I take a step back as Valdis begins to stand again. He sheds his black armor, replacing it with deep ruby scales.  His scales, are cold as ice, blaze bright as an ever-flickering flame. His chest holds a hearth of burning fire, although in his remorseless heart lays rime much like the depths of his eyes. He lets out a huff of steamy air from his nose, staring on at me. The officials in the room gather in the back. Waves of fear roll from them in large bouts. My father stares into my eyes sending a large bout of dominance soaring through the room. The intense pressure has me gasping for air but I fight the urge to submit to him by releasing my own dominance.