Dragon Blood Incense Smell Novels & Stories

I caressed her body, soft and lush, and smiled a little when my hand met with the cold metal sting of Styrodian and magic. Same trick! I took in a deep breath, trying to control my anger, and instead... I smelled something that made my whole body ache. The warm, musky scent of her arousal. And the punch of her scent was staggering. My dragon was craving her, craving to make a mark on her. And I- I was not extremely averse to that idea. I wanted to lick the sweet honey of her arousal and taste her, all of her. But the moment must come to an end. This wouldn't last.

He leaned forward slightly, his sharp nostrils flaring as he took a deep breath of the air surrounding Leo. Usually, a father’s inner wolf would instantly recognize the familiar, comforting scent profile of its own genetic line. Duncan expected to smell the faint traces of his own signature scent, rich cedarwood, clean silver ash, and cold mountain rain. But he didn't. Instead, a completely different, highly distinct scent hit the back of Duncan’s throat. It was a sharp, biting aroma of sweet cinnamon mixed with the heavy, smoky undertone of charred oak. Duncan froze completely, his lungs locking up as his entire world seemed to tilt on its axis.

A voice that might have been my own, or might have been the shattered remnant of a bond I thought was gone. Just hold on. Leah I ran. The corridor beyond the iron doors was short. Twenty feet, maybe thirty, lined with candles that burned with a sickly green flame, casting the stone in a light that made my skin look corpse-pale. The smell hit me halfway down. Incense. Something herbal, chemical, designed to mask what was beneath it. A mating ritual preparation. The scent of nymph toxin, sweet, cloying, with an undercurrent that made my wolf snarl.

“It's red dragon's breath. It's a fruit that grows on our island. I add it to my soap and shampoo for fragrance when I make it. It's my favorite!” Noah squeaked as he was plucked off his feet and pulled into Asher’s arms. “I'm glad my feisty Omega is back, now get over here so I can scent you!” Asher's strong arms wrapped around the Omega as his head dipped to Noah's neck and began rubbing his face against his Omega's neck. Noah smiled as he grabbed his mate's head, and tilted his own to the side, allowing his mate better access. Adonis tucked his little dragon under his arms and he watched with a raised eyebrow as the Omega was carried away while thoroughly being scented.

It contained almond, clove, musk, and other strong ingredients. Not long after the medicinal fragrance appeared in the air, she smelled the familiar scent of ancient dragon water. It was Xia Zhengwei. Jessie felt that something was wrong. She originally did not want to interfere in his matters. However, the medicinal fragrance was very strong. The strong fragrance could almost scatter one's consciousness. She hesitated for a while, and just as she was about to get up and go next door to take a look, she felt that the medicinal fragrance was mixed with the ancient dragon water smell on Xia Zhengwei's body.

"Azrael, I call you." The flame of the center candle didn't just flicker; it died. Then, one by one, the other four followed. The darkness that rushed in wasn't empty. It was heavy. It felt like someone had draped a lead blanket over my shoulders. My skin prickled, the fine hairs on my arms standing up. Then came the smell. It wasn't sulfur, like the movies say. It was rich, masculine, and intoxicating—like expensive tobacco, rain-soaked earth, and a musk that made my thighs ache instantly.

Susan said, “I didn't expect that I would encounter this kind of bug just after coming in. It’s really dangerous.” Kenneth smiled and said, “What are you afraid of? With Senior Darven around, all poisonous insects and poisonous things are just small things! This little incense censer is powerful. Senior Draven, do you have more? Can I buy one from you?” He had just finished speaking. A green stream of light suddenly shot out fiercely from one wall at Darven. “Be careful!” Zayne was quick with eyes and on his feet. He quickly grabbed something off his back and fiercely opened it.

He also admired how well he could keep his bloodlust hidden, especially when it was directed at the Crown Prince. Suddenly, both men had a terrible feeling. Because of his impeccable sense of smell, Marvis perceived the scent of the dragon pheromone powder that was slowly spreading around the forest. It was a dangerous item that was originally used by dragons to hunt prey more easily. It drew monsters and drove them to a blind rage, making it easier for them to be killed by dragons.

"This isn't a bacterial infection, it's not an allergy. It's not something I know medically. None of the medicines I prepared are responding." Hessel frowned, his fingers gripping the edge of the table. "The black scent—there's the aroma of burning resin and a small sea of sulfur, but there's something else… like a sharp, sweet smell—belladonna mixed with honey. That… isn't a sign of ordinary poisoning." He took a breath, then added, "This is the mark of high-level black magic."

"Something important about our little light witch." I keep my expression neutral, though my dragon stirs at the mere reference to Dawn. "What is it?" His lips curve into that damnable smirk—the one that's preceded countless bar fights and territorial disputes. "Her scent." He inhales deeply, eyes half-closing in remembered pleasure. "When she's aroused... gods, Rain. Like honeyed lightning and summer storms. Rich and sweet and electric." The pencil in my hand snaps, splinters digging into my palm. I hadn't even realized I was holding it. "Stop."