Edward Cullen Scent Novels & Stories

The scent was powerful, commanding, yet inexplicably soothing—a blend of the wild and the ethereal, both enticing and intimidating. Damien’s nostrils flared as he inhaled deeply, his expression shifting from one of triumph to unease. Caleb, too, was captivated by the aroma, though it stirred something deeper in him—a memory, a connection that he couldn’t quite grasp but felt profound at the same time he was gaining energy. The scents make him heal slowly and carefully.

He just stared at her for a while. Ellena felt goosebumps all over her back when she heard Edward say slowly, "So, after knowing that you and Cyrus got into the trending search, the first person you found was Cyrus." Ellena heard the smell of gunpowder from this sentence. It was as if as long as she said something wrong, she could ignite the gunpowder on Edward's body. She thought for a while and wanted to say something nice to calm the smell of gunpowder on Edward's body. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Frederick and Alfred.

After all, this is just a meeting. When we entered the room, everyone was quiet and seated properly. I don't know if this has to do with the business they are in, but the entire room smells so good. It has this loud smell with leather notes. It's a masculine fragrance that is addicting. This scent is quite familiar, though. I only see three people in the room, and all of them are girls. Where's Laurent then? I thought he was here. "Hi, good afternoon. I'm Stacy Miracle." I greeted to break the silence. Edith and Amielle and the other two from my team also greeted them.

I was never a big fan of attention. “Hey, American girl! Will you sit already so we could bloody start?” I heard someone yell from one of the students at the back, followed by the murmuring of other students in agreement. I started walking with my head bent toward the desk where Caleb and I would be sharing for the rest of the school year. I then slowly slid down on the vacant chair beside him as quietly as I could. Mrs. Williams started the lesson and gave us our activity sheet afterward, but I was wondering how we could do our activity together when Caleb seemed to dislike me and won't even talk to me. I wondered or rather I was shocked that he even agreed on having me as his partner. He s

The scent is closer now. Ronan.

“What happened, Eden? Can you smell the scent of Colton and Calvin near the hostel?” “No. Not exactly the same scent, but a part of their scent is familiar to the scent, which I can sense here. As long as pups don’t turn eighteen, their scent is the mixture of their parents. And the same thing goes with both of our pups.”, Eden clarified, sensing that Sophia’s Ex-husband was here, smelling his faint scent. ‘So, he came. He came. Both my pups will be so happy to meet him.’, Eden thought and concentrated her mind and nose to focus on one particular scent, and she sensed a mixture of Alcohol in his scent.

Three hours later, we reach the edge of the old Howlers Pack territory. It's exactly as I remember from the reports. Desolate. Overgrown. Frozen in time. My father kept it sealed. No new residents. No rebuilding. Not until we know the truth. We park. Start setting up camp. That's when I catch it. A scent. Wrong. Out of place. Rogue. I freeze. Open the mind-link. Colt. We're not alone. I smell it too. How many? I focus. Count the distinct scents on the wind.

The kids were happily plucking flowers and smelling them, but I scented something much more than flowers. “Nice garden, isn’t it?” F*ck, that was a eucalyptus scent. It was Cannon… and he was shirtless? ‘He hasn’t heard of mosquitoes, has he?’

(Elara's POV) I stared at the boxes, their polished surfaces out of place in this cramped and dreary servants’ quarters. The scent of warm, buttery pastries wafted through the room, a stark contrast to the rot and mildew that usually lingered in the air. The rich sweetness made my stomach twist with both hunger and suspicion. Edward Carter stood near the doorway, his sharp eyes observing me. His presence dominated the room, overpowering, though his stance was calm, almost deliberate. He didn’t move closer. He didn’t need to—the scent of his wolf filled the space, stoking my wolf’s instinctual terror.