Edward Cullen Scent Novels & Stories

‘You shouldn’t have spoken to her that way Collen, she’s our mother’ he rolled his eyes annoyed by his wolf ‘That’s funny coming from you Carl, what happen to the mean wolf I had, one that was only worried about finding his mate’ Carl snickered ‘ I still worry about finding mate but having you behave like me is weird’ Collen chuckled ‘ We are one genius, if am weird so are you’ he said then blocked the link with Carl, as he began to enjoy the quiet again a scent invaded his nostrils, he sat quietly trying to distinguish it and found it was not from someone in the pack. He moved like a tiger quietly stalking its prey and when he got closer the scent was now mixed with different other scents a

I saw the look of fear and dread on Cullen's face as he gulped once, then followed his orders. Cullen closed his eyes and tilted his head just a little. I noticed that Cullen and Calix were almost the exact same height. Both of them had such unique looks that it was like staring at something straight out of a movie, like two high-profile actors filming a scene in my house. Cullen, with his eyes closed and head tilted back, inhaled deeply. I saw the flare of his nostrils and he picked up whatever it was he was supposed to be sensing. His head tilted to the side on instinct, trying to follow the scent trail.

Or was there another reason? I studied Edward’s face in the rearview mirror. His expression remained controlled, almost too composed for the situation. “Did you recognize anything about them?” I asked Penelope. “Scent? Voice? Anything familiar?” She shook her head. “No, they didn’t speak. And they smelled…wrong. Like chemicals.” That detail sent alarm bells ringing. Manufactured scents to mask identity weren’t common knowledge. These weren’t random rogues. Edward’s eyes met mine in the mirror. “We’ll find who did this,” he promised. But something in his tone made me wonder if he already knew.

Aliyah replied in shock, staring at the still whizzing Gerald. “Indeed,” Edward replied, not at all ashamed of himself for being so petty. He glanced at her and it was then that his mind calmed enough for him to realize that the tantalizing scent was coming from her. She always smelled sweet and tantalizing but tonight was on the highest almost like her sweet scent would lure the ants to her like sugar and bears to her like honey. He was in front of her in a nanosecond and his finger grazed the mark on her neck, “you smell…”

I have to get Aria, and then return to my camp as soon as I can. After all, there is still the matter of which of my council members helped Eliana in abducting Aria, and leading to her death. "You're thinking of someone you've just lost, aren't you?" Those words jolt me back to the present, and when I process them, I'm even more taken aback. How does he... "Are you some kind of seer? Is that the other thing in your scent?" I blurt out quickly. He shoots a glare at me. "The other thing in my scent? Isn't that a rude way to put it? Do I address your shadows as just the other thing in your scent?"

“That's not how you talk about my cooking. He frowned. “That's not what I meant. It smells like an animal in heat. “It's probably just my mother's friend Cynthia. She does tarot readings at a store downtown and they burn all kinds of incense. The scent follows her like a cloud. She would be the type of woman who would wear a perfume called Eau de Wolf . Oh, that reminds me. ’ As the pasta boiled, I dragged the huge book Derek had given me from my backpack by the door and held it out to him. “My friend Derek gave me this. He's a mythology student and I think he can help me make a case to discredit Ruth...

“Nothing.” “There’s obviously something.” Holden leaned forward slightly against the table. “There’s a scent.” Eira stilled. “A scent?” “It’s faint,” Leander admitted carefully. “We only noticed it recently.” Holden nodded once. “Thought it was the kitchen at first.” Eira’s grip tightened slightly around the bread in her hand. “What kind of scent?” Neither of them answered immediately. Instead they exchanged another look that made something uneasy twist low in her stomach. Eventually Holden leaned back again with a shrug that looked forced. “Forget it.”

He hesitated, face ashen, staring at me with hollow eyes that held newfound respect and regret. I ignored him, surrounded by admiring wolves, and proceeded to the elder's platform to receive the victor's medallion. Ceremonial wine flowed freely, and someone handed me a magnificent bouquet of rare arctic blue moon blossoms. Within the flowers was an elegantly written note. "Your wolf was always Alpha. The pack awaits its true leader. - Nathan"

“The air feels… strange.” The spy bowed, all mysterious and dramatic. “I delivered the message.” Her eyebrow rose. “And?” “It is done.” He didn’t need to explain. The tension in the room already explained for him. It felt like the air had weight. Cullen’s mom walked straight up to me and pressed the bowl into my hands. “Drink.” I stared at it. “Um… what exactly am I drinking?” “A shield,” she said. “A very old one. It will hide your scent, your power, your tracks—everything that says you are you. Temporarily.”

S‍t​ill pick out⁠ e‍very word. ‌ Then came the smell‌s. Walk⁠in​g through th‌e house I could ident‍ify who'd been in eac‌h room⁠. Caelan's s​c‍ent in h‌is study clean s‍oap and something darker, like cedar. Daxen's in the common ar‌ea sharp and wild, like a st​orm. Kieran's in the l‍ibrary warm and gen​tle, like vanilla and old book​s.