Pokemon Scent Sation の小説・ストーリー

His fingers tightened on his trousers, a pent-up rage pulsing within him. “Since that day…” He took a deep breath, trying to push away the sickening memory. “My body rejects the scent of omega pheromones.” My alpha instincts perceive them as a threat. I can't stand them anymore." He finally raised his head, meeting his mother's worried gaze.

The scent inside the boutique was thick, almost suffocatingly sweet—a dense, humid mixture of crushed eucalyptus leaves, wet moss, and greenhouse earth. It was an artificial oasis designed to screen out the harsh gray exhaust of the city outside, yet to Elias Hawthorne, it felt entirely like a funeral parlor.

His eyes were darker than usual, his pupils dilated, and I could tell excitement danced on them. "Of course," I replied, standing from the bench and walking up to his parked motorcycle. I hopped in and Satake started the engine. As the engine screamed to life, Satake tilted his head in my direction. I deeply inhaled. His cologne lingered in the air, and it smelled of citrus and wood—an intoxicating combination. "Are you ready?" I nodded which earned me another smile. He immediately put the motorcycle onto drive and the world went from zero to fifty before I could even blink.

"But you didn't. Maybe its because you were really busy. With the training, patrolling the borders and whatnot. Its understandable that you didn't notice. And I guess that explains the scent too." Nic cut me off and whispered the lsst part on which I frowned. "Scent? Did my scent change? What does it smell like??" "Kind of like a-....well, your scent is- 𝗯𝗮𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗥𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗻 -the smell of nature and vanilla." I nodded for him to continue.

But upon his arrival, he noticed a familiar motorcycle parked. "Huh, isn't that..." Calisto couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. He grabbed the perfume designed to conceal his wolf scent, spraying a bit onto his pulse points and rubbing it into his neck. Even he was amazed at how quickly his lycan scent dissipated, thanks to the potency of the fragrance. This perfume was a game-changer in their lycan world, difficult to acquire and only purchasable from a renowned vampire.

Though he looked perplexed, he still did as he was told. Then, she lit some incense, letting the fragrance gradually spread through the air. Mom smiled and explained that it was aromatherapy incense that worked best when used together with her perfume. The idol trainee nodded. But the moment I caught the familiar scent, I quickly covered my nose. I knew that scent far too well. It was the sedative incense Mom bought. Half a year ago, I was kept awake by mosquitoes in my room. So I went to the storage room to look for some mosquito repellents.

“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.

Mate! My wolf growled excitedly as I alighted from the vehicle. He stood at the entrance of the packhouse, his presence was impossible to ignore. My heart beat faster as I alighted the car and walked towards him. His scent is clean and sharp, like a crisp pine forest after a fresh rain. It carries the tang of cedar and the faintest hint of smoky embers, grounding him in strength and authority. It’s the scent of the wilderness—untamed, but with an underlying control that mirrors his dominant nature. Whenever I catch his scent, it brings a sense of stability and protection, yet with a dangerous edge that keeps me on high alert.

They took another right, and this time, there were no servants in sight. “What was that smell? It’s weird,” Ainar replied, looking back to where they just came from. “You mean the Patchouli?” Ainar looked at him, puzzled. “Patchouli?” “Yeah,” Gavin nodded, looking ahead to watch his steps. “It’s an oil from a plant called Patchouli. Hunters in my old pack used to apply it to their scent glands to conceal their scents while hunting. It makes it difficult for preys to locate them since it makes them smell like the forest.”