Breath Mints And Battle Scars Novels & Stories

The pills went down. I coughed hard, chest buckling, lungs still fighting me. "One more. Can you take one more?" I opened my mouth. "Good." He exhaled, and I heard how long he'd been holding that breath. "I got something for your lungs too." Something cool pressed to my chest. The smell of menthol filled the air around me. How did you get anything? I tried to ask. Got nothing out. Then the dark came back. When I surfaced again, the smell of menthol had settled into everything: the pillow, the air, my own skin. Something was on my chest, something sticky beneath my nose, and my lungs moved easier than they had before. Not well. But easier.

Hope knows I am not a morning person, and I need to be coaxed. I flop over on my back, kick off my blanket, "I'll be right down. Leave me some coffee, or someone might die." I hear a laugh, "No worries, we already know." I hear Hope's footsteps heading down the hall. I pull myself out of bed and into the bathroom. Time to get the day started. I turn on the shower and undress. I catch a glimpse of my mate mark in the mirror. Looking at myself naked makes me cringe because that damn mark is staring back at me. It has been about a month since "The Fight," as it's called now. I have healed completely and have minimal scarring, considering the extent of my injuries. It was primarily cuts and brui

*Maerilee* I’m standing back on the battlefield, smoke coiling in the air. Ash clings to my skin. The scent of blood and fire invades my lungs. My boots are caked in soot. The wind carries the soft moan of a world unraveling.

Skylar blinked a couple of times before moving closer, she immediately held in her breath as his minty breath fanned hotly against her flushed face, her eyes staring down at his lips and her wolf whined that she move closer which would result in them kissing. "Now sniff" Skylar released the breathe she was holding and found herself obeying every word, she sniffed, moving closer to the crock of his neck, and suddenly, a faint scent penetrated her proboscis, a whimper broke loose from her throat unknowingly as she inhaled deeply. The scent was barely evident as if it was withering. It was manly, musky, thick, mixed with Sandalwood and mint. Skylar sniffed getting closer and closer to his neck,

[“Put your mouth over the mark, give it three licks with your tongue, and then breath healing onto the mark like you did with the mother bond but this time breath air as well.” I lean down, resting my mouth to the mark, it smells like burnt hair to me. Then I lick the mark three times as instructed and resist the urge to gag as the taste of ash settles on my tongue. It’s disgusting. Lastly, I put my mouth back and start to breath both mentally and physically – focusing on warmth and healing.

“That ends now.” The words hit. Expected. Still brutal. She felt something in her chest flinch, then harden around the wound. “You can’t turn that off like a switch,” she said. “You’re not built that cleanly.” “Watch me,” he replied. They were close now. Close enough that she could see the tiny scar at the corner of his mouth from a fight years before they met. Close enough that she could smell the whiskey on his breath and the cold, clean scent of his soap under it.

“Mint… leather… something sweet.” I could almost hear the smile in her voice. “Good. I use the leather to wrap mints for the pups. Your instincts are kicking in.” I opened my eyes, and the world seemed sharper, more vibrant. It should have been exhilarating, but it only reminded me of how far I was from normal and how much I wanted to go back. Annalise tried to take me through some other scents, but I was too upset to focus any further and after several futile attempts, she called it a day.

I was about to escape when he did it. Our bodies were almost touching because he came closer to me. I could still smell his breath because of his parted lips. I can't help but overthink. With our body so close, what if he could smell my breath? My eyes widen when I remember that I didn't brush my teeth earlier because I was in a hurry. So I quickly covered my mouth. He might be turned off by me. But in the event that he kills me, I have no choice, I will use my breath as a weapon.

Cassidy sighed as she eyed a half-empty travel mouthwash. “Because I wear a mouthguard for games and otherwise my last period at school is lunch. I like having fresh breath. Going to complain that my breath was minty fresh earlier?” I smirked, trying to lighten the mood. Cassidy rolled her eyes, uncapping the mouthwash and using it last to rinse her mouth. She leaned out of the car to spit the mouthwash out, sighing as she buckled up again. “I owe you some mouthwash.” She shook the empty bottle.

Their mate picks the pack over them. He staggers to the center of the room, grabbing at his hair with both hands. “Fuck!” he yells, his voice echoing against the walls. The small cabin feels like it’s collapsing on him. His scent thickens, darker than ever, filling the air with something wild and dangerous. He kicks the edge of the already broken table, and it crashes to the floor, breaking the remainder of it. His breaths come fast and sharp as his eyes flash an even deeper red.