Edward Cullen Scent Novels & Stories

But it was up to Mother Moon, not me’ Knowing he was right do I move to ignore it. Not looking to pick a fight with my wolf do I decide on moving closer. Three scents now hitting my nose. Each scent more delectable then the next. The first scent being sandalwood, citrus and cedar while the second one smelled of peppermint, vanilla and chocolate. The third and final scent being one of sage, cedarwood and lemon. All smells that I loved smelling when I was a child, now curious as to who these belonged to. ‘Mates. There here’ purrs Rune, now excited to finally have them.

He couldn’t place it - it smelt like an astringent chemical to him, like her natural beautiful scent was contaminated. “So it wasn’t just me that noticed. Your brother also said the same about her, but he described it as a chlorine like scent,” Doctor Wayne stated, sighing deeply. “No human I have ever met had that scent in my life and I’d say this could be related to why she’s in this state. But there aren’t enough clues to connect the dots.” …

The heavy oak door click-clacked into its frame, shutting out the immediate presence of Cynthia and her submissive warriors. The small room instantly felt smaller, the remaining space entirely occupied by Alpha Julian’s towering, rain-drenched physique. Drops of storm water rolled down the sharp angles of his jaw, dripping carelessly onto his dark leather collar. His alpha scent—thick with wet earth, crushed cedar, and a volatile undercurrent of possessive anxiety—smothered the sterile aroma of the laundry detergent Evelyn had used hours before.

A dull ache settles in my chest at his absence, an emptiness that feels oddly profound. At some point last night, Eamon explained how mates can ‘scent’ each other, a concept that seemed abstract at the time but now feels so visceral. His scent reminded me of petrichor, that distinct, earthy smell that comes after a heavy rain, particularly on a cold fall day. I’ve always loved that scent, the way it signals change, the beginning or end of something. It’s funny how it aligns with him, as if his presence heralds something new in my life. I find myself considering never washing these sheets again, just to cling to that scent a little longer.

And sure enough, Jefferson lay back on Hugo's chest. But Jefferson already realized that there was something strange, Homer's breathing sounded weird, and for some reason, instead of feeling happy, Jefferson felt annoyed. The annoyance emanated from a familiar, malevolent aura, Jefferson winced, and instead of the refreshing smell of sandalwood, he smelled a foreign cologne. His hunch was telling him that something was wrong, which made Jefferson unable to go back to sleep, he got up again, but this time he opened his eyes. And how surprised Jefferson was when he saw Hugo smiling lecherously at him with his hands still perched on Jefferson's waist.

“Rogue scent. That was the terrible job of a sloppy rogue. He must have been impatient to go out. ”Kael said, crouching. " Well it is horrible. ” He laughed " you actually sniffed it faster than I thought. Your scent must be really strong” " It is” I closed my eyes and breathed in deeply. The forest opened to me. Scents layered themselves. Pine, damp earth, old blood..t beneath it all was something else. A thread. Thin, vibrating, wrong. “There, ” I said, pointing. “They passed through here two nights ago. Three wolves. One is injured.

He asked, his gaze sharpened at Warren. Warren shifted in his seat. “I don't understand, what are you saying?" “I had scented it since I entered your office but I didn't want to believe that such a thick woody cologne exists again," Uncle Roger replied, he now looked at Warren with cold suspicion. "Why?” Warren smiled awkwardly. “Apparently, it should be dead," he replied. That was when it hit me. Chrysanthemum, pinewood, and cedar. That is my scent, and it can only be found on one person.

Edward could smell the aroma of roasting meat. The black castle that stood firmly on the edge of the Jungkla mountain ravine looked so cold. Edward's figure stood tall atop the tower with his nostrils flaring repeatedly. "Heem, this scent is so delicious that it makes me feel like pouncing on it," Edward said softly with his eyes closed. The burly man nicknamed the Lycan King of the west looked so tempted by the scent that greeted his senses. Not only was Edward visible in the tower but there was another man who was also smiling at him.

When we appear hand-in-hand at the Northern Alliance Summit, Alpha Asher loses control. He catches my scent,another male's mark on my skin,and his sanity shatters. He blocks my path, a low growl rumbling from his chest. "Wash that male's scent off you, Rhea." "Weren't you disgusted by me?" I smile and step back. "Now I belong to someone else, and suddenly I smell good to you?" ... Staring at the bold sign outside Moonstone Pack's banquet hall, my wolf Lucy releases a long, relieved exhale.

She didn’t dare to look up, she knew it was him by the butterflies she could feel in her stomach and the gentle fragrance of vanilla and sandalwood enveloping her as she was pressed into his muscular chest. Edward wanted to apologise, he wanted to kneel in the street and beg her to forgive him for being late, but he dared not move. The soft breeze was blowing the loose strands of her hair, into his face, once again allowing him to smell the delicious raspberry and cherry fragrance of her shampoo but this time it was edged with a faint floral scent, not the cleaning products from the previous day, a sweet perfume maybe?