Unscentable Novels & Stories

The scab on the wound had fallen off, leaving a faint pink mark. Remembering that day, I sighed softly and took out the scar removal cream, carefully applying it to the wound. The cream had a faint, pleasant medicinal scent that I liked. The bottle was pure white, small and exquisite, with no label indicating its origin or name. It looked more like a private formulation. Wendy's words echoed in my ears. She was tireless in trying to introduce me to potential boyfriends. While her words might be exaggerated, they weren't completely made up.

What the hell is wrong with me? But the moment he opened the door, his keen wolf eyes finding a stairway leading down into darkness, he got his answer in the form of a scent. Although it was wreathed with other scents like the moldy smell of damp and a bitter herby smell he couldn't quite put his finger on, there was no way he would ever confuse that scent for anything else. Her usual vanilla scent had begun to fade, but it had left behind an intoxicating aroma of Hazel’s natural scent, fixed with her sweat and the more alarming

Joel is listening as well. "I'll do whatever you want if you make this pain stop." She mindlinks back. I use magic to ease her pain and make a cooling sensation come over her. It will also help her scent so unmated wolves won't be frantic to get to her. It won't hold forever, but it should be long enough for what we need to do. She continues rolling around in the cage and screaming.

Her gaze shifted between three of us, “The scents that you’re looking for…they’re faint…barely clinging to the air.” I stiffened, “What does that mean?” Her eyes narrowed, “The faint scent means the scent of the past.” “How past?” I shot back impatiently, barely keeping my calm. Caleb blurted out, “Does that mean they’re already dead?” Menerva shook her head in denial, “Then the scent would have been dead too. But it’s not a dead scent…it’s just faint. Almost as if it just vanished in the thin air." Eldric said with a deep frown, “Does that mean…that they…might not be in this realm?”

I think that Bjorn is right on this, it would be unfair to share her, to possibly breed her and then set her aside. Except at night when her body presses against mine. She carries no scent which is extremely unusual. By the end of the day, our shared scent is on her and that is more intoxicating than any scent of any other woman that I have ever met. Tonight, she is curled tightly into a ball facing my side. I see the look of disappointment on Bjorn’s face and wonder if he also regrets our decision. Smirking at him, I strip off my shirt and boots. He gives me an obscene gesture and I chuckle lightly. I pull the furs back and get a good look at her face. It is not relaxed like it usually is.

Snow fell from the treads in small clumps and melted almost immediately against the stone floor of the entry. I unwound my scarf and held it in both hands for a moment. My fingers had gone stiff without my realising it. My cheeks were flushed from the cold and I was suddenly aware of how I must look, windblown and pink-cheeked, standing in the middle of someone else's hallway. Julien reached past me to hang his coat on the hook near the door. Not close enough to touch. But close enough that I caught the scent of him, winter air and something warmer underneath it, something that had no business being as distracting as it was.

I didn’t have much money, and I wasn’t particularly capable. [After arriving here, the system told me that if I helped Miley take her company public, I would be allowed to go home. [I could have left much earlier, but I couldn't bear to leave you. [You were the only thing in this world I couldn't let go of. [The USB drive contains all the evidence needed to bring down Sean and Everdusk Group. [But now isn’t the time. [Dad asked Uncle Dylan to calculate everything. The best time to use it is when you’re twenty-five.

Out of nowhere, the scent of dragonfruit and honeysuckle assaulted his nostrils, and Rage took a big whiff of the intoxicating scent. His mate was here... No,no,no,no! The human skin yelled from within the wolf's mind as he ran towards the scent of his mate, Rage could feel Damon trying desperately to wrestle back control from the Alpha wolf, but he growled deeply and refused to relinquish it. Stay back! He mind linked the other wolves accompanying him as he reached the dirt track that led to the packhouse, and with an almighty leap, he escaped the underbrush and found himself looking at his mate.

I said out loud grinning widely. "Hope you liked it!" she placed the tray on the bed taking Liam away from me as I stuffed my mouth with food all the while sneezing. "Why are you sneezing so much what's wrong?" aunt scarlet asked "It's nothing just not used to people wearing heavy perfume being in one room." "We are not wearing perfume." Uncle Zane said, "Mother in law serene had ordered us not to wear any perfume right guys?" " Yeah." they all nodded "Then why does aunt smell like chocolates and grandma like vanilla and Santiago like caramel and--"

At least she was once again sitting on the stool. He shook his head, a slight, knowing smile on his lips. “Your purging didn’t work. Lucky for you, Jackson doesn’t know or he’d throw a fit.” Overcome, Leo slapped a palm to her forehead, mouthing silent oaths. Scy returned his attention to Andrea. “Those who can tell already have knowledge of you both, yet have done nothing at this point. Why do you think you’ll have sudden success now?” Questions spun in Andrea’s mind. She searched his face. “You must not be as strongly affected by the charmer pheromone as the Haunt.”