Library Scent Novels & Stories

Damon threw over his shoulder, leaving Scar confused. Damon smelled the witch immediately upon returning to the manor. Witches had an odd scent, human and yet sickly sweet with a sensation that caused the mouth to fizz whenever the scent was drawn in and went over the tongue. It was the magic that coursed through their veins, the magic that only true-born witches with natural affinities possessed.“Alan sent a witch to help , family to Hazel to be specific ?” Damon hissed into Scar’s ear even as they wandered down the

Their words intertwined until they were already laughing as they could seem to know more about what the other did for in another time they knew each other’s preoccupations and what they would be doing in another lifetime. “I feel as though you gave me the gift of wanting to know more about scents. Why I don’t know. I was blind to scents before but someone gave it to me. It wasn’t just me. Someone must have given it to me and that there is a precursor to it, beyond my life now, beyond my childhood, beyond my time in my mother’s womb. Do you understand what I mean?” “Do you remember the ocean?” He asked and for a while he meant something which was above madness. They were speaking as though th

She ignored me, she'd been ignoring me alot lately. Professor Bramwell started without delay, which I appreciated. She started with foundational mechanics first, how scent patches worked at a biological level, what they targeted, what they were actually capable of. I uncapped my pen and started writing. "Patches operate on emotional scent output," she said, moving across the front of the room. "Anxiety. Attraction. Grief. Aggression. The patch reads the chemical signature of the emotional state and suppresses the corresponding scent compound before it can be detected externally."

"I smelt his scent... his Burning wood scent gives your werewolf scent a roasted hazelnut coffee smell and makes your vampire scent a dry froze midnight orchid smell.." I explain and he narrows his eyes indicating I needed to explain more than that, I groan at him giving him a summarised version.

♤ The scent of him hit her first. Iced pine. Dark spice. Alpha. It pierced the dusty silence of the library, a scent she’d known and feared for years. But now, it wasn’t just familiar. It was a hook in her navel, yanking her forward.

It was wonderful, almost magical, a scent that seemed to beckon him forward against his better judgment. Unable to resist, Antonio slowly crossed the boundary of their territories, his heart pounding with anticipation and worry. He followed the mesmerizing scent. It led him through dense foliage. The scent intensified as he ventured further, a tantalizing blend that seemed to whisper promises of an enigma waiting to be unraveled. It was intoxicating, alluring, wrapping Antonio in a golden cocoon of curiosity and trepidation.

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.

To hear that it might have been something she had to go through for no reason was making her agitated, to say the least. "It's not that easy" Fred grunted, staying where he was. "Think of it like a layer of scent that is completely surrounding Sebestian, like it follows his skin perfectly but for it to stay like that it's stitched into him in several places. To undo the scent, you need to unpick all of the stitches in the right order, so the more advanced the Alpha casting the scent is the more stitches there are and the more intricate the pattern is, making it harder to find the correct order." Rose was sure she looked as confused as she felt, but so far, she felt like he was at least follo

He says calmly. “You’ve really planned this thoroughly huh?” “Yes,” he replies stiffly. I understood that our stocks have truly been plummeting slowly and we are on the verge of releasing our new scent ‘Noir classique’. I guess that’s why my uncle seems to be so bothered about the sales. We’ve also had some problems with the press recently, anonymous people have been sending complaints to the media that our perfumes are causing skin reactions. It’s currently being investigated, but it has really put us in a tight spot.

Ethan was in a meeting, so I waited in his office. That was when Sophia walked in. She politely brought in coffee, and when she bent forward, I caught the familiar scent of cologne. Just as Joy had described, it was Ethan's scent. "Don't you have anything to say to me?" I asked suddenly. Her hand trembled, spilling hot coffee on herself, leaving red marks instantly. She looked fragile and helpless as her eyes darted away. Flustered, she crouched down to clean the mess and did not answer.