Edward Cullen Scent Novels & Stories

When she heard a rustle in the bushes she stopped trying and bolted. Cullen knew he could find her easily enough. Her scent was a part of him and he could feel her excitement. He was moving slowly so that she could get a bit of head start. That would make it more fun. When he found her bra in a bush he rumbled in his chest and pushed his nose into the clothing taking in her scent on the fabric and howling again, before following the trail after her.

That’s how they started living together. ◆◆◆ Eiran was sitting in a study cafe, quite cozy and not distracting. Immersed in his book and suddenly his head jolted as a scent hit him. It was clearly not a narcissus scent. It had a light cedar scent. But why did it felt so disgusting to him. He looked up and noticed an Alpha standing across the table. Eiran sat confused for a while. With his bond it was impossible for him to sense an Alpha's scent.

He put his arms folded in front of him. “You worked for Susan Montegro, didn’t you? She is my step brother’s in law sister…” he continued and smirked, “I know you were in disguise, wearing a boob wig, sexy outfits when I asked you to have a coffee time with me and Susan, you kept ignoring me.” He stared at her and made Elena gulping. “But my nose could trace your perfume and your scent.” Elena squinted her eyes. ‘Could he trace my scent?’ Edward sighed. “I never played around with any women, Elena…”

“Y-yes. There was a distinct scent. Strong. Unusual.” Adrian straightened, looking back at the panel. “On further investigation, we discovered this particular scent isn’t available for purchase. It’s custom-made.” The panelists leaned in. “This fragrance,” Adrian continued, “is crafted by Camille Duval, a perfumer who provides services for only ten families. Ten families who all happen to have children enrolled at Robin College.” A stunned silence filled the room. “Coincidence?” Adrian asked, his voice turning sharp. “I think not.” Mrs. Cartwright looked pale now, her earlier bravado fading fast. Adrian turned and handed the documents to the chairman.

Hannah couldn't explain it properly because she didn't know what the scent was either. “You’ve been going on and on about this smell and that smell. Maybe it’s just my soap or shampoo. You can smell those all you want in the bathroom. Heck, take them home if you want. But don't suddenly sniff me like that," he said, rubbing the back of his neck. "That's creepy. It seriously gave me goosebumps." The last time Hannah had smelled a man's sweet fragrance was from the coat Mr. Ed had lent her. And if that same scent kept wafting from Kevin, whether from his hair, his clothes, or even his body...

Isabelle sighed, feeling trapped and helpless, and ordered Kelvin to go out and get ready for her outing. As Isabelle entered the bathroom, she was enveloped by the familiar scent of Collins' cologne. The fragrance was intense and overwhelming, transporting her back to the passionate moments they shared earlier. Her heart raced slightly as she breathed in the scent, her body responding to the fragrance like a Pavlovian reflex. She tried to shake off the feeling, focusing on the task at hand—getting ready for the outing. But the scent lingered, a constant reminder of Collins' presence and the hold he had on her.

Eldric stared at the wall, “With dark and ancient knowledge, it is possible, indeed.” Caleb seemed disturbed, “It…it is…so sad.” Eldric spun his head toward him, “What? What did you just say?” Caleb sighed exhaustingly, “To werewolves, scent is nothing less than a gift. It’s our identity…a part of who we are. I just can’t stop thinking about the terror one must have felt to come to make such a horrifying choice."

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..."

Duncan shook his head in dismay, refusing to believe that Erin would hurt one of his kind. "We should sniff this shirt again and see if we can pinpoint it to something or someone," Duncan's wolf suggested in his head. Duncan sniffed it again, and his eyes grew large when he recognised the scent. It had a lavender and honeysuckle scent that tickled his nostrils. His heart pounded violently in his chest as he sniffed it again and got an eucalyptus scent. "That is nothing like Erin," he thought out loud. "Erin scents like lavender and honeysuckle."

Alpha Killian asked Eleanor. "Surprisingly, they had no scent," Eleanor replied, her gaze narrowing, "When I arrived at the storeroom moments before you did, they had already left. I could tell it hadn't been over five minutes since they left, and yet I couldn't track a whiff of their scents. It's like they're scentless," Alpha Killian nodded in understanding, "They must have sprayed on Scent blockers, or both of them had an air signature," "Scent blockers...," Astrid murmured, "Does that even exist?"