Spell Stink Novels & Stories

Nothing you do will make me like you, NOTHING ' She had no idea why his words stinks. But they do, and she's going to make him regret saying that.

I don't smell anything, whatever it is doesn't have any scent to it and I don't understand how this is supposed to help me. "There's no smell , how is it supposed to help me hide your stink on me?" I'm not happy at this moment and I don't care if he knows it. This is useless and I don't see the point in him doing this. This liquid is sticky too and I can feel it on my bare skin. Great, not only do I stink like sex funk but I'm sticky too.

Stella said, furrowing my brows. "What do you mean?" I asked. "It's like Siren poison. I can smell the water's scent that lingers in this room. Didn't you notice?" Stella asked, making me look at Thunder and Simon. Maybe Stella's abilities could be useful in finding Aurel. Stella was a healer within our pack, so her sense of smell was accurate when it came to medicines and such. "What's Siren poison?" I asked.

"Now child that spell is to protect yourself by making your attacker feel as though her or his skin is on fire. You must not do the spell wrong as you could send someone into the emergency room for them catching on fire if you do not pronunciate properly. Now it is your turn." Stacy sighed she didn't want to accidently start her grandmother on fire. She thought about how everything sounded when her grandmother had said it. She closed her eyes and exhauled slowly to gather her composure. "Flamma Pellis." with that she snapped softly and without another second her grandmother grabbed her by the arm. Diana quickly let go and smiled she had done the spell perfectly. Her hand was burnt pretty bad

“Sweaty pigs.” He mumbled before cupping his nose because the stench wafted off freely. He failed to realize that the words said in disgust were not punctuated in a whisper. They were loud enough to be heard by everyone.

The stench of rot filled the air, making Lilith wrinkled her nose in disgust. She coughed hard as the smell filled her lungs, irritating her. She hissed like a cobra and blinked her eyes into focus—or tried to—as pain exploded in her temple. She shut her eyes and slowly opened them, again.

“Riven, you know how much I hate the smell of fresh fish. I will die before we even get to the bridge.” He was right. He hated the smell as much as I did. Or even more. “It's the only way, Stiles. This seems like the only alternative,” I responded, still mentally deliberating on the option. “Not ‘seems like,’” Sky corrected. “It's the only alternative.” “Wait. Don't tell me you both are already considering this plan,” Stiles yelped. “I’m going to smell like a sushi roll for the rest of my life. I have a very sensitive nose!”

They smelled like death, an odious blend of corruption and despair that clawed at my senses, fueling my rage. I stalked deeper into the abyss, the nauseating odor intensifying with every step. The three words hammered relentlessly in my mind, growing louder with every beat of my cursed heart. Kill. Destroy. Blood. Then, I saw them. A pack of rogues, their twisted forms barely distinguishable in the crimson haze. The stench of them was overwhelming now, acrid and vile, curling into my nose and making my hackles rise. Their eyes glowed faintly in the darkness, filled with caution and malice. They were huddled together, their grotesque forms trembling with barely concealed tension.

"Not a whore...like you" The red haired had had the audacity to question why don's whore was of so importance. Tara hadn't been able to gulp the insult in silence when she could retort with the freshly formed curse on the tip of her tongue, and so she had let it out. Tara's words settled in thick air like dead fish in river, lingering for seconds as the silence gravely spread.

Never show them your weakness. "You little incompetent shit!!!" She screeched, spittles splattering on the part of my skin it could touch. The stench from her mouth was alarming, the odour from her body was destructive. Her screaming and hits were never the punishment, her stench was and that was what they were aiming for.