Edward Cullen Scent Novels & Stories

Lucien shoved me in first, then slid in beside me, Kael got Theo in the back pulling him across his lap. Lucien drove, tires screeched. In the back seat, Theo was shaking violently. sweat beaded on his forehead, his scent was overwhelming, heat , raw. It almost made Kael and Lucien lost control. Kael's face went White. "Rian," he called voice tight. "Do something." I reached back, grabbing Theo's hand. my own scent slipped out-controlled, careful, Enigma pheromones is meant to soothe and can also be very dangerous.

I reached out to remove the book from the shelf, my hand trembling as I pressed the button. The door to the hidden chamber slowly slid open, and a wave of fragrance mixed with a rotten stench rushed out. The cloyingly sweet scent mixed with the foul odor was somehow even more nauseating than the foul odor alone. I couldn't help but gag several times. Unable to see things clearly in the dark, I dug out my phone and turned on the flashlight. The light illuminated the interior of the chamber. I took one glance and froze. The dimly-lit chamber was covered in a thick layer of soil. Right in the center grew a plant about half my height, with a grayish-green stalk and oversized leaves veined with b

I couldn't wait for English class to give Celia back her clothes because the scent was driving me insane. There was the rich clove scent that all Moonless Night Pack members shared, but her specific scent was tart, citrusy and sweet honey. Her scent was amazing. I guess I had never gotten close enough to smell her before, because I would have sat closer to her just to inhale that delectable scent.

“A man-shaped problem.” I poked his shoulder with Brenda. Professional curiosity. “On a scale of one to ten, how undead are we today?” Nothing. “Zero being decomposed tax evader, ten being fully Edward Cullen.” Still nothing. “Great,” I said. “We’re doing silent treatment already. Love that.” --- He didn’t smell like death. He smelled like cedar and something metallic, like a violin string right before it snaps. The air hummed faintly around him. A very small, sensible voice whispered: Leave.

Like the room I was in earlier, there was also a hallway on the left side, but unlike that dark room, this one was lit, and I could feel the presence of the person who wanted to talk to me. "Hey, wait, girl!" I almost tore the woman's clothes trying to pull her back as she was leaving the room. I was about to leave too when I heard footsteps approaching. I froze when I smelled a scent I hadn't encountered before. It was hard to describe. It had a unique mix of citrusy, spicy, and woody notes. It just screamed hot and elegant. It wasn't harsh at all; in fact, it was utterly addictive. "Why are you always running away?" I swallowed hard when I heard the voice of the man behind me.

Ethan was in a meeting, so I waited in his office. That was when Sophia walked in. She politely brought in coffee, and when she bent forward, I caught the familiar scent of cologne. Just as Joy had described, it was Ethan's scent. "Don't you have anything to say to me?" I asked suddenly. Her hand trembled, spilling hot coffee on herself, leaving red marks instantly. She looked fragile and helpless as her eyes darted away. Flustered, she crouched down to clean the mess and did not answer.

It had, impossibly, gone still. And then I caught his scent profile. Not released deliberately. A natural leak from the edges of his suppressant patch, drawn out by the pain of his wound. Old paper. Desiccated herbs. A ghost of cedar. Nothing like Cain's. Cain's scent was soaked in cordite, carrying a scorching bite that stabbed into the sinuses like a blade. Elias's was sun-warmed, muted, like winter light falling across the cracked spines of old books, curling their edges.

Conri smiled, “I remember that feeling well.” We all went to the ball, and as soon as we walked in, Caleb started sniffing the air, “Something smells like chocolate and pineapple.” Kurt was sniffing the air, “I’m smelling Strawberries and cream!” Sylvie was smelling the air, “Oh mom! I smell leather and cedar!” I laughed at the three of them. They were all salivating on scent alone.

Conri smiled, “I remember that feeling well.” We all went to the ball, and as soon as we walked in, Caleb started sniffing the air, “Something smells like chocolate and pineapple.” Kurt was sniffing the air, “I’m smelling Strawberries and cream!” Sylvie was smelling the air, “Oh mom! I smell leather and cedar!” I laughed at the three of them. They were all salivating on scent alone.

The whole store was crowded with men bargaining with several apprentices. ‘Is there some kind of festival approaching?’ I asked inwardly. I have this unique ability to scent creatures, humans, Werewolves and any kind of animal. Talon said that it's probably from one of my parents. And from the scent in the air, the store was crowded with Werewolves. But there was something ominous about one particular scent I perceived and it was coming from an old man seated on a stool by a corner. I couldn't stop staring at him. Something in me wanted to decipher what was so ominous about him.