The Scent Of Peace For Him Novels & Stories

It was nothing like the stale scent of the hybrids or the greasy smell of the humans. She smelt fresh, like clean rainwater. Morning dew grass and evergreen plants. Intoxicating like a ripe fruit filled with nectar. And soothing, like the tranquility and serenity spoken of in biblical and holy scriptures. To put it simply, she smelt like the peace he had been searching for centuries, but failed to grasp due to his blood soaked hands. He didn't know what made her different, special enough to exude such a scent. But the moment her fragrance entered his nostrils, he knew he had to have her.

"For me, you're also my habit. After all these years, I still can't give up this habit." Only by holding her like this and smelling her scent could he rid himself of that empty and lonely feeling in his heart and find a sense of peace.

I walk past them and was heading away when I caught whiff of that familiar scent. I can recognize peace's Scent amongst millions of people, because her scent is different and natural and only her scent calms me down no matter how stressful my day has been. I look around but peace wasn't there, but I am sure that her scent wouldn't lie I was about to move away when peace move out of the room. I took a good look at her and my mind was screaming for me to go and hold her. Only I can tell how much I have missed her. I was about to move forward when peace suddenly slipped. My heart flew away and I quickly trotted forward and caught peace in my arms.

he asked. "And miss surrounding me with your scent? No way," I said, and then it hit me. His scent. I have always been drawn to it. Earthy mixed with Sandalwood. It has always been a source of calm and peace for me. Could it be that was how I could sense him? I knocked the thought out of my mind, and we headed out of his house.

We stood there in silence, the quietness of the room wrapping around us like a comforting blanket. I could feel him inhale deeply, his chest rising against mine. "Your scent... it always calms me down," he whispered, his voice barely audible. I could hear the sincerity in his words, and I found myself smiling. But I was also curious as to what I scented like. As for him, he scented like roses after it rained and his wolf scented like cinnamon.

I embrace him tightly and allow his woodsy-citrus scent to engulf my senses, ultimately calming my nerves. --------

Perfectly seasoned. Damon appears from the kitchen, wearing an apron that's slightly too tight across his chest. Muscles flex and shift beneath the fabric as he moves. "You're back!" His whole face lights up. "I drew you a bath. Added that moonlight grass you love. Go wash up first,dinner will be ready when you're done." This is what happiness looks like. This moment. This man. This life. I throw my arms around him, breathing in his cedar scent.

The realization was a profound, healing balm. I lay back in the nest, my body languid and warm, the violent, jagged edges of my heat having been smoothed away. The pain was gone, replaced by a deep, humming peace. My fortress of soft blankets and pillows was a sanctuary, and the air itself was a prayer, thick with the scents of my protectors. I could pick them out now, my heightened senses weaving them into a tapestry of safety. Milo’s gentle chamomile and herbs were a thread of constant, quiet kindness. Zaide’s scent of worn leather and clean steel was a promise of unbreachable security, a wall against the world. And now, Caius’s cool, clean scent of night air after a rainstorm was a whispe

His scent, a mix of cedar, smoke, and something uniquely him, filled the air. For a long moment, I didn’t move. I only listened. I didn’t even know how it happened, and yet, here I was. The sound of his heartbeat, the faint rustle of sheets when he shifted, the quiet peace that I hadn’t felt in years. A peace that I didn’t think existed in the world that we lived in. When I finally opened my eyes, I found myself nestled against him, close enough that our legs were tangled under the covers, his jaw resting against my temple.

He was elegant but fast; he was efficient but magical. He went behind me, almost like he was floating above the ground. His scent hit me as he bent down. I could feel him trying to loosen the fabric around my head. He smelled like the sun, scented like summer in a bottle, like warmth and ice cream melting. A sound hit me, one that reminded me of singing. It made me stop screaming, trying to figure out where the sound came from. It soothed something inside of me. I quickly realised it was coming from him, almost like he was talking to me. But none of the sounds he made registered as a word in my ears; instead, it sounded like notes, like he was humming along to a melody I didn’t know.