Omegaverse Scenting Novels & Stories

I whispered. Kian bumped my shoulder. “Welcome to the shifter realm. We don’t do small.” No kidding. --- Inside was even worse. Shops stacked on shops. People everywhere. Giant holographic ads floating above escalators. "What's that" I pointed to a vent relaseing a must. "Oh that's just Scent-neutralizing vents releasing. They help to prevent alphas and Omega's from reacting to each others scents " Kai explained and I nodded still confused but well....

The omega’s scent was gone, buried under notes of clean ozone, sophisticated perfume, and the crisp, metallic tang of intellect and power. “Who…?” The word left him, a bare exhale of confusion. Then his nostrils flared, searching for the scent-memory underneath. He found only the echo, twisted and magnified into something utterly new and formidable. The scent of silver was there, but it wasn’t the faint, bleeding trace from the courtyard. It was a signature, bright and dominant, woven into her very essence.

A sha⁠r‌p,‍ crack‌ling sound ec‍ho‌‌ed th⁠ro⁠u‍gh my ears as the⁠ heavy, dominant s‍me‌ll of royal blood withe‍red away in seconds. In its‌ p⁠lace, a dense, intoxic⁠ating, pure wa⁠v‌e⁠ of s‍w⁠eet va‌nill‌a, fresh rain, and terrified, raw Omeg‍a sc‌ent erupted from my skin, flooding the en‌tire dini‌ng hall like a bre⁠ached dam.‌ The‍‌ s⁠urrou‌nding‌ guard⁠s‍ gasped,⁠ dro‍pping their‌ weapons in shock.

His fingers hook around the cord and yank. The string snaps. The pouch flies across the room, landing in the corner. "No! No!" Aiden gasps, his hands flying to his neck. He tries to cover the exposed skin, to hide the scent glands that pulse beneath the surface. "Give it back! Please!" The air in the room changes instantly. The metallic smell of blood is overwhelmed by a new scent—sweet, thick, and undeniably omega. It smells of warm honey and slick need, a pheromone designed to drive Alphas mad with lust. It pours off Aiden’s skin in waves, reacting to the fear and the proximity of the dominant Alpha.

It was horrid, disgusting and clearly marked her status as a lowly servant. A scent on the second row stopped me, and I slowly approached the auburn-haired girl. She was a pretty little thing, and her pheromone was eerily similar to the scent driving me out of my mind. I pressed my nose to her hair, sucked in her scent, and finally found what set her apart. Vanilla and cauliflower, fear. No. It’s not her. Ripe peaches. Sultry. Sad. By the time I made my way through the lines of omegas, the wine I drank earlier was brimming in my lungs, threatening to erupt from my lips.

Chapter: 72 ****** The room was saturated with pheromones, not just peaceful ones but those that carried a threat to anyone who inhaled them. The message in those pheromones was clear: "Approach our Mate and face death." However, the Omegas standing at the door were unaware of this. Upon pushing the door open, they hurried inside, only to be immediately driven back by the overwhelming scent of the pheromones, which filled the room like an overused spray. The door closed behind them as they hastily retreated, breathing heavily with their backs against the door.

I just stared up through the branches, like I could float out of my body if I tried hard enough. “Fuck, you smell so heavenly,” he groaned, burying his face in the crook of my neck and inhaling deep, like a drug. His nose dragged slowly along my skin, from my collarbone to behind my ear, hot breath fanning over me as he scented me like an animal. “I heard female omegas’ scent gets stronger when aroused. But then again, your mother’s scent wasn’t this strong even when I made her cum. So maybe you’re just a greedier little bitch than she ever was.”

"Why are you even interested in that Omega?" "Different from the opinion of the werewolves. Omega is not a weak and stupid species ... " Balthazar paused and then breathed out. "I once researched the characteristics of an Omega, at that time Omega was quite discriminated against by other werewolves. Even though my research was not finished, I remember that an Omega usually emits a certain scent that indicates the emotion they are feeling. When happy, Omega usually gives off a sweet, fruity scent. berries, then when frightened they give off a faint smell akin to a chemical-like sourness." "Then what smells when Omega lies?" asked Vincent, he seemed to be interested.

Gavin was quick to open it this time. There stood a female omega, looking relatively older than him, dressed in a tunic in the usual fashion of Tundra. She has a scarf on her head that indicates that she is a servant. Gavin could not smell her scent though, instead, she smells like spicy herbs and a mix of something like damp soil, a scent that he was quite sure he had already smelled before. He was confused for a second until he saw the part of her neck where her scent gland is supposed to be, covered in a familiar oil. Right. Patchouli. Her scent gland is covered in the oil, masking it. He had seen hunters from his old pack use it before when they go out to hunt. Why does she use it though

[Apple] “What’s this?” I pull out a tiny glass vial filled with a liquid that swirls and glows green in the sunlight. “That is a scent-enhancer.” He tries to explain. “They are illegal because they can be used to mask a wolf’s true scent. They are often sought out by omegas who are trying to escape their fates by landing gamma or beta mates.” Something this valuable must have cost a small fortune.