Edward Cullen Scent Novels & Stories

As we walk by the stalls, with Cara telling her jokes and experience of where she has been for the almost a decade, a scent hit my nose. At the instant, I stop in my tracks while Cara stares at me dumbfounded, asking me what's wrong, but all I can focus on is this usually scent, a scent I have never perceived in my entire 700 years of living. The scent composing of hyacinth and Lily, with a mix of freesia, all mixed together in one, creating a strange yet, beautiful and unique scent. What is that? The scent intensifying, making me walk towards it on reflex all while Cara follows after me disturbed. "Alec what's wrong?" Cara asks worriedly but that doesn't stop me from walking towards where i

It was the scent. Thick and sweet, yet sharp like fresh rain cutting through summer heat. It wrapped around me, filling every corner of the suite, sinking into my skin. I inhaled deeply, eyes shutting again, letting it soak into my lungs. Gods, it was intoxicating like crushed wildflowers mixed with the deep musk of cedar and something else... something electric. Almost like ozone right before a storm breaks. I groaned softly, rolling onto my back. Did Eleanor change her soap? Or maybe a new cream? Whatever it was, I needed to tell her to stick with it. This scent, this serenity it quieted the noise in my chest in a way nothing else ever had.

I say, toneless. Crayvin fidgets in his seat and I keep my eyes away from him, focusing back on the laptop. I turn the air up a tad, in dire need of non-confined space with the devil himself. The vent scented clips push out a strong aroma of sandalwood, lemon, and bergamot, leaving a powerful yet masculine scent in my nose and I close my eyes obtaining it. I use the very same black ice car scent in my truck. "Jeez, alright, Cassandra," Crayvin mutters. "What about school? Did you go here..."

The scent inside the boutique was thick, almost suffocatingly sweet—a dense, humid mixture of crushed eucalyptus leaves, wet moss, and greenhouse earth. It was an artificial oasis designed to screen out the harsh gray exhaust of the city outside, yet to Elias Hawthorne, it felt entirely like a funeral parlor.

His wolf inside him rose sharply, pressing against his skin, pacing, growling, wanting. “Alpha?” Darius, his Beta, came up behind him. His sword dripped red. “The last few are running. Should we finish—” Cullen raised a hand. “Quiet.” He tilted his head, sniffed the air again. There. The scent was stronger now, pulling him forward like a hook buried deep in his chest. Without a word, he followed it. He walked through smoke and fire, through fallen walls and broken furniture, until he reached what was left of the Silver Moon hall. Flames crackled inside, eating through old wood and banners. The air shimmered with heat.

I tried to push past the musk of alcohol as I tried to single out Camren's scent. Finally, I picked up on my sister's familiar scent. Juliette was here. Tangled with her scent was something else I've never experienced before. It was stronger than any authorities scent I've met before. It was even stronger than Casimir's. This... was... possibly the king's scent. This was it... this was his...

"There's a scent outside the study….. it's familiar. Pay close attention, you would smell it." I moved closer to the door, ignoring the weird stares I got from Damien and Danielle. And when I paid close attention like Amber advised, I inhaled the scent. I tried to process the scent and realized that it was indeed familiar. Wait…..I knew that scent. It was the smell of apple vinegar but mixed with milk. It was quite complicated as one could mistake the scent for fox fur too. It was Cyrus's scent. "Oh my goodness! He came." I felt so relieved like a burden had been taken off my shoulders.

Albert The heavy doors of the mansion swung open with a groan, and for a moment, I just stood at the threshold. The scent of polish and fresh paint hit me first, layered over the subtler fragrances of stone, wood, and something unmistakably wolf. Beneath it all lingered Edward’s scent: strong, grounding and impossibly familiar. My chest tightened. It wasn’t just a building. It was a statement.

’ Calvin replied and grabbed the same color suit that Colton had worn from his office’s wardrobe. They had different scents still, but not all the pack members ever suspected Colton because pack members knew that Calvin had a sister who was a witch, so changing scent for Calvin wasn’t a big deal for him. ‘We should give this footage to Rose. Maybe she can find out the odd which we are failing.’ Keanu said. ‘I was thinking the same. Sometimes all we need to see is the whole situation in a new way.’ Calvin agreed and wondered how three different were going to happen in his life.

It was heavy, retaining the heat of his body, and it smelled fiercely of crisp pine, crushed winter mint, and expensive leather. "Keep it buttoned," Cullen instructed softly, his fingers brushing against my collarbone as he adjusted the lapels. The brief contact sent a strange, sudden jolt of warmth straight through my frozen skin. "It hides your clothes. More importantly, it covers your sweet scent with mine. Tonight, you do not smell like a broken, abandoned wolf. You smell like me. You smell like the Arden Pack." I pulled the lapels closer to my chin, breathing in the rich, dark scent. It grounded the frantic pacing of my panicked wolf.