Spell Stink Novels & Stories

she says, opening the door. I grab her hand. “Where are you going?” “To ride with Rowan and Danielle, you stink.” I pause. Unsure if I heard her right. “I what?” “Stink,” She repeats. “S.T.I.N.K, stin—” “I know how to spell, Mrs Vale.” I snap. “I’m fresh out of the shower, stop acting funny.” “I’ll see you there,” she says, trying to put off my grip but I start driving instantly, her body jerks but I keep her steady thanks to my grip.

The prank kind—once lit, they released an unbearably foul stench that clung stubbornly, almost impossible to wash off with water or detergent. Listening to Diana and Natalie's pitiful cries outside, Cyrus chuckled darkly. He picked up the stink bombs and walked toward the door.

My stomach churned, and I stumbled back, spitting on the floor to rid myself of the sharp tang lingering on my tongue. “Ugh!” I coughed, dragging the back of my hand across my lips. The taste was so overwhelming it made my throat tighten, and I could feel bile rising. I rushed toward the kitchen, my bare feet skidding on the cold floor. I fumbled for the tap, twisting it on, and let the water pour into my mouth. I gargled and spit, repeating the process until the sharp taste dulled, replaced by the cold purity of water. My hands shook as I gripped the sink, leaning over it as I took deep breaths, trying to calm the storm raging inside me.

I kept going. “Your breath stinks!” I snapped, heat rushing into my cheeks as I took a bold step forward. “Seriously, it’s like something died in your mouth, came back to life, and is now rotting all over again. I don’t know if it’s garlic or just jealousy decaying in your throat, but girl, it’s foul. So do us all a favor—get out of my way. Now.”

Bell assured her with an encouraging smile. "You think so?" Bell nodded her head. "I know so" she then moved closer to Mystique's ear and whispered. "I have been meaning to tell you that you seriously need a shower, you stink of coition" *~* Mystique sighed as she stared at her bear reflection on the mirror in her bathroom. The stranger did not pity her poor delicate body as signs of bruises were everywhere. A shiver ran down her spine as she took in the hickeys on her neck followed by an image of a man sucking on her neck while she was moaning beneath him shamelessly. Good thing they would never meet again! And even if they did, Mystique would pretend as if she doesn't remember him.

Or any other non-vampire for that matter. The whole mine reeks of vamps, like a fucking cesspool of eviscerated decomposing body and rotten eggs. And I don’t mean eggs a little yucky and past their time. I mean the kind that explode the grey muck of ghastly stench that poisons your olfactory memory for the rest of your days. It’s fucking revolting. The fuck? Do they just not have noses? How the hell can these vamps live trapped in this stink?

My blood boiled under the shame. But I chose to ignore it and swallow the rage. Fighting back would only make it worse. So I wiped her stink off my body, brushing my uniform like I could erase her touch, and turned back to what I was doing. But instead, she turned around, her face twisting with fury. “What did you just do? Did you just indirectly say I stink?” she asked, her voice laced with anger. Well, if we were being truthful, she did stink—like old sweat and unwashed clothes, the smell makes one’s nose wrinkle.

Brittany: “Shit! You reek of him.” Lydia said. “Stop talking nonsense, I do not reek of him,” I said “I don’t think so, this smell is not yours?” “Lydia leave me alone, I do not reek of Alpha Jamie,” I said more to convince myself. “Of course, you do,” Lydia wasn’t giving up. “What do you mean I reek of him?” I asked almost stuttering. “Stacy, isn’t she reeking of the Alpha?” Lydia asked Stacy, as she pulled Stacy to inhale the scent that was coming from me.

The dragon went up in flames with a mighty roar, turning into an innumerable flow of scarlet radiance that rushed into the walls, disintegrated the air, and carved a hole in the mountain. The figure, unable to remain motionless, was thrown backwards and slammed through several structures before hitting another mountain wall. Crash! Boom! Along with the rising dust, deafening detonations could be heard. I smiled. [Staggering Smite (Disaster) - An instantaneous spell that always hits the target, resulting in a cataclysmic explosion.] Just before I cast the skill, I upgraded Staggering Smite from Unique rank to Disaster rank using one of my skill upgrade cards.

I've been ready ever since. "Fine, we'll prepare it first, Mom. Later, if there's a call, you'll just go straight up on stage." Okay, I understand. They came back out of the room. I took a deep breath, leaning my head back in the chair. "Why don't you embarrass the Thunder?" Eh? I immediately turned to Rumi, frowning. It's actually an interesting idea, but I immediately shook my head, that would look weird. I have no way.