Smelly Wolf Lyrics Novels & Stories

"This." "What is it?" "It is calledScent blocker. It will hide your real scent." The boy frowned, “Do I smell?” “No nooo. Everybody has a unique scent attribute to his or her species. We werewolf, we give off a unique scent. The sam is true with the humans. you don't smel. Inn fac, you have the most heavenly smell I have ever perceived.” Jamie's heart calmed down, seeing the boy was now smiling again. Jaime sprayed it over Aliyah. The sharp chemical smell made them both cough. "It's not perfect, but it should fool most wolves."

Mira's anger fired up and just as she resumed her vocal threats, my sense of smell drifted as I perceived something familiar and sweet from a close distance. I couldn't help but sniff into the comforting odor. It was savoring and smelt so manly and dominating. So powerful yet inviting. In a moment, I had forgotten all about Mira and let myself drown in the kindling sensation. I tilt my head, searching for the owner of such an intoxicating scent and my gaze landed on the wolf at the doorway, his gaze was on me too and a similar expression was on his face. I froze when Amy howled, "mate."

They smelled like wet fur and unwashed skin. The one in the middle, a massive guy with a jagged scar across his throat, grinned. His teeth were yellow and sharp. "You're a long way from home, little wolf," he said. He sniffed the air, his eyes widening. "You smell like the Silver Moon pack. But you smell... wrong. Like something died inside you." My heart did a slow, heavy roll in my chest. I tried to reach for Nyx, to call up the roar that had shattered the stone platform, but she was silent. She was a weight at the back of my mind, curled up and cold.

I absentmindedly inhaled a lungful of her. I heard Ultor howling in agony. "Iram! Please take our mate! Take her now! She smells so sweet. I wanna lick her right at this moment. Can we have a taste of her?" my wolf pleaded to me, a trace of yearning and desire lingered inside of his tongue. I know exactly what my wolf had in mind, and it was not something I wanted to do no matter what.

One of the guys snickers jabs the next guy in the shoulder only to get glowered at before he earns a whack at the back of his head. "You don't go about telling people they smell." The short girl who had smacked him points out with a frown. "Guys! It's a feminine scent." Confusion washes through the face of the first boy and then hits back on seriousness. "Like a countryside wolf." He deadpans. The rest of the werewolves stop talking at once with their eyes widening in horror. And I freeze. With my head down, I scurry away from the wolves and out of the cafe as fast as my legs can carry me so they won't know it's me.

Sodom closed his eyes as he washed himself thoroughly from the lake that the white wolves had taken him to on the order of their alpha, who could not stand having a conversation with the stinking wolf. Sodom smiled as he wondered how good it felt, considering how long him and the rest of his pack members had been working for days at the dungeon and had not for once had a proper bath.

He would have been cute, if he wasn't the size of a fucking horse. I grunted, fed up with this whole day, and frankly not in the mood to deal with another wolf. Mr. Growly was enough. As I breathed in though, I couldn't help but notice how nice the nice the giant wolf smelt. There was the base line of lemon, but there also tints of honey and a spicy earthy overtone to it. In short he smelt like black tea, and my mouth watered slightly at it. I watched impatiently, as the wolf looked from it's pack mate to me. His eyes, fittingly a soft golden honey color, rimmed with an indigo circle. They were pretty and made me feel oddly warm, dulling my pain slightly.

“Tell me wolf, what do I smell like? Death? Pain? Misery?” “Yeah, try patchouli with a mix of amber…” I drawled lowly and his brows furrowed. I wasn't sure if he was upset or surprised but the fingers around my neck lost a littke grip. “Why are you here, omega?” He demanded and I gulped. ‘Evanna…’ Eve warned. “You know, to warn you to stop bullying my master or else…” The rich, deep laughter rolled out of him like velvet smoke, curling around the room and making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. It wasn’t a nice laugh. It was dark, dangerous, amused, like a wolf finding a rabbit that thought it could bare its teeth.

Black clenched his jaws, wondering what he should say to Wayne and Harry when he regained control over his body. _ Rooooooooh... I don't know what that cub smells like, but it smells... I don't know what it smells like. The smell isn't strong enough. Do you know what it smells like?" asked the black wolf, wagging his tail. "If you don't recognize a fucking smell, there's no way I'm going to be able to identify it," Black retorted patiently. He could have been brittle with him, but he was far too happy at this moment to see his wolf so lively and enthusiastic.

Aries corrected, “Does she know what mates are? Does she know what we are? I can smell wolf, but I can also smell human.” There’s that word again. They’ve been calling me these weird names, ever since I woken up. And now they're talking about wolves and humans. How can you smell human? I haven’t been around a dog or a wolf, so how could I possibly smell like one. Maybe it’s because I haven’t taken any showers in the past two months. Are they trying to say that I stink? But that doesn’t explain how I smell human. Is that their code word for stink? “You think she’s human?” Theós ask.