Unscented Novels & Stories

"I smelt his scent... his Burning wood scent gives your werewolf scent a roasted hazelnut coffee smell and makes your vampire scent a dry froze midnight orchid smell.." I explain and he narrows his eyes indicating I needed to explain more than that, I groan at him giving him a summarised version.

“I just came to say goodbye.” My brows furrowed. “Goodbye?” I restated, quite unsure if I heard her correctly. “Yeah, goodbye,” she assured me, snacking her lips. “You know, I might not be a werewolf like the lot of you, I don't have a keen sense of smell, and I'm not lucky enough to know my fated mate just by touch or scent. But one thing I know very well is the latest edition of the eucalyptus scented perfume you got recently.”

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.

Her bоdy оdоr was dоminated by sweat, but with a slight hint оf summer flоwers that he had never nоtiсed in this area. Anоther undertоne in the fragranсe nоte, very faint, sо that оnly his supernaturally sensitive senses соuld perсeive him, tiсkled anоther instinсt in him that he thоught he had lоng fоrgоtten.

Antoine watched Camille, his eyes filled with concern and curiosity. Camille’s emotions surged, and tears began to roll down her cheeks, salty and bittersweet. How long had it been since she last remembered the scent of her mother’s lily of the valley? How long had it been since she felt the vibrant essence of fragrance, the subtle bond between scent and memory? 'Muse' didn’t just analyze the scent—it awakened a corner of her mind she thought lost forever. It allowed her to 'see' images again, to 'hear' sounds, and to feel the delicate stirrings of emotions she believed had disappeared for good.

SCARLETT : I was greeted with the strong aura of his presence. Something that reminded me of my place yet made me attracted to him in ways I could not understand. His strong signature scent filled my nostrils. A mixture of bergamot, sandalwood, and oud. Maybe it was because it had been a while since we ended up in the same space, but the scents evaded not only my organs but my mind and all of me. His sinful, ruthless eyes stared at me with an emotion I could not describe. It was almost as if he was leaving it for me to decipher.

The taste of it in the air is intoxicating. The second scent isn't as masculine and I completely understand why alphas go insane with this. It is similar to the other one. The sweet scent of vanilla, the bitter scent of almonds, and sandalwood. Holy shit my mouth is watering. I'm fighting everything in my body not to go after them. My instincts are screaming hunt.

That is my job. “This one here has natural undertone, it’s a female, but the surrounding scents, for one, flank her perfectly. There’s no way that is natural. They also have a chemical undertone to them. The scent has been preserved, really well, and it is being let off near her to make it look like a team is running through here, when it’s just her.”

before I learned the kind of attention it could attract. *** SAINT. I adjusted the cuffs of my black shirt, straightened the collar, and gave myself one last look in the mirror. I looked immaculate and lethal. To crown it all, I grabbed my perfume – Obsidian Sin by Sartieux. Ten thousand dollars a bottle. A scent banned in three packs for being too... distracting. I always say this... If they don't remember your name, they'll remember your scent. Before I speak, they'll smell me. And they'll know who owns the fucking room.

From June's Perspective The air in the boutique has fundamentally shifted. It’s no longer scented with Leila’s calming lavender and the neutral smell of new fabric; it’s thick, heavy, and saturated with the scent of Fenris, rain-soaked cedar, crushed mint, and a dense, muscular warmth that seems to coat the back of my throat.