Demon Slayer Perfumes Novels & Stories

“Look, I’ve got a job to do, so unless you can tell me something other than I’m a half-breed, give me a drink order or go away.” He smiled. “Inhale my scent and tell me what you smell.” I looked at him like he was crazy before doing as he’d said. “I don’t know, weird cologne?” “Myrrh. All Vampires smell like myrrh. Demons smell like a campfire in the distance. The bartender smells like apple cider, telling me she’s a witch. Valkyries smell like blueberry cobbler, and Gargoyles smell like teakwood,” he said, nodding in the direction of different customers to indicate what they were and finally pointing back to me for the Valkyrie.

she said taking me by surprise. Before heading out, I took a moment to spritz on my favorite perfume, I did order this one online, not from Demetria's collection, floral scent that feels feminine and alluring. I took one last glance in the mirror, adjusted my dress to make sure it was sitting just right and grabbed my purse before heading out the door.

More and more. Whenever he touched me, it felt like he was painting over my skin with ink from his fingers. I inhaled his masculine scent. Demian never used cologne. Like all vampires, Demian’s sense of smell was strong. Colognes and strong smells gave him a bad headache. I was just a human and even I had a headache whenever I smelt cologne or any kind of strong scent. “You never tell me to stop,” Demian said. “I never want you to.”

The air had begun to cool as autumn crept in, and with it came another reminder. Lucian’s birthday was approaching. “I should get him a gift. What would he want this year?” Sarang murmured, slumping his shoulders. After hours of wandering and pondering, he found himself inside a perfume shop—alone. A few other customers were there, giggling and sampling scents. Sarang recognized some from Nathan’s birthday, but they minded their own business. A tall, sinewy man approached him with a broad smile and a perfume bottle in hand. “May I interest you in this? It’s perfect for omegas and attracts passionate alphas. It’s the most popular this season. We also have something for masking pheromones or a

Biting my soaked lips down, I had an absorb idea to pursue him later. A helpless sigh escaped through my lips as I pulled open the pursue frantically. Putting out a little pocket perfume,my lips curled up into a smirk as Daisy's teasing words buzzed across my mind. "This perfume is considered to be the best one across the world, IRIS. I have bought it from an online shop. It's called Valerie's Seduction. The shop owner assured me that it can attract any man with a twist.. How is it!! Tell me once you apply it. Don't forget to share your experience with me.. Must remember that I have spent dollars over it for your birthday present. "[ Daisy's spoken words earlier]

“You’re so evil and I promise you, I'll not make your death swift, Sinai!” “Too bad, you'll not live to witness it, Rain.” She gives me a nerve-wracking, creepy smile and then outstretches her hand to me. In her hand lurks a vial and a cloth. A silky, transparent red negligee. “Here, take the bottle of aphrodisiac and change into the dress. The draft will keep your thighs wet when they come. The Slayers love It when it's so wet…” What does that mean?

His eyes turned reddish again, as if they had come back to life. The young woman decided to ignore the anger she still felt, it burned like an ember that was about to die, and got close enough to the demon that she could lean her head between his neck and shoulder. Artemisia couldn't tell if it was the first time or if this was an overlooked memory, but Geon had such a soft smell of lavender and rosemary. It was a bit of an odd mix, but she screamed at the demon, it was totally his. Even though he didn't want to get so wrapped up in the past, whether it was the current one or the one that had already become a blur, a curiosity hung over Artemisia's mind.

It created a sound as if someone opened it with force. Light shone through my eyelids, making me shut my eyes tight. Shit. Out of the blue, I felt myself being lifted in the air, making me open my eyes. Alpha Shawn's side profile was the first thing that greeted me. As I inhaled deeply, I found myself completely immersed in the captivating scent of his perfume. It was a fragrance that exuded an intoxicating blend of masculinity and allure. With each breath, I felt a wave of sensations wash over me as if I was transported to a world of desire and intrigue.

With a small smile, I said, “When we dress up to go out, the last thing we apply is a perfume that defines us. Whether we want to appear delicate, manly, fresh or sweet. The perfume we choose to wear defines us. If it’s a formal meeting, we will wear something light yet rich. If it’s a date, we will wear something heady or musky. For me, as a blind person, I can define someone by the tone of their voice, the scent they are wearing. I attach scents to people and the idea of creating new scents for others and how I wanted people to see me, just based on how I smell, seemed very exciting so… here I am.” “That’s a lovely answer, Valeria. Tell us something about your new launch.” “The new fragran

“Tell me whose blood is there, and you’ll get it.” Necromantic power was bubbling and singing in my veins. Good thing I was a half-demon and a necromancer first, and everything else second. The hunter put the handkerchief to his nose, smelled it thoroughly, touched it with his long tongue... “A halfblood. Half-human. A human mother, a demon father.” “Which one?” “A vampire, average strength. Mixed with succubus, most likely.” I nodded. So that was why she could wear silver. Only the weakest vampires and minions were afraid of silver.