Unscented Novels & Stories

Seraphina doesn’t answer immediately. That is answer enough. I feel sick. “Can you remove it?” “I can weaken it.” “Can you remove it?” Her eyes meet mine. “Not directly.” My heart sinks. “Then what am I supposed to do?” “Child, your scent.” I frown. “My scent?” “The mark is connected to your natural scent. If we alter your scent enough, the witch will have difficulty recognizing the connection.” “So you can hide me from her?” “For a while.” “How long?”

"Tell me, Supreme Alpha Blackwood, is your ego so astronomically large that you genuinely believe you own the scent of the earth itself?" Kaelen blinked, the glowing crimson in his irises faltering for a fraction of a second. "What did you say?" "My personal perfumer," I stated calmly, smoothing an invisible wrinkle from the heavy velvet of my gown. "He utilizes a highly concentrated, experimental extract of blue spruce, damp earth, and petrichor. I find the scent of the neutral woods... grounding. To assume I tailored my personal fragrance to mimic a man I have never even met is incredibly arrogant. Even for a warlord or Alpha — whatever you are."

Its leave-less branches is bent in a way that provides some kind of shade on a big hole in the ground. I squint my eyes to help clear my vision and move slowly towards the hole and that's when I see it too. ********************************

“If Serenity was about inner peace, and Sentiments was about connection and nostalgia, what if we created a new line based on energy? On ambition, passion, drive.” I nodded slowly, my mind already racing with ideas. “So, Success would be one—something bold, powerful, designed to boost confidence and leave a lasting impression.” Jessica snapped her fingers. “Exactly! A scent that makes someone feel unstoppable, like they can walk into any room and own it.” I turned back to my formula, already picturing it—rich saffron, smooth oud, a touch of citrus to sharpen the senses. Something commanding yet refined. “And then Seduction,” I added. “Something magnetic. A fragrance that lingers like a whisp

It carries with it the particular ache that comes from wounds inflicted by those who were once close enough to know exactly where to cut deepest. My children's scent. Each one distinct, familiar as my own heartbeat, embedded in my memory from the days when I would breathe in the sweet warmth of their trust. Alexander's scent carries hints of steel and determination, the smell of someone who has learned to carry weapons but hasn't yet learned to love them. Seraphina holds traces of wildflowers and storm-charged air, magic crackling just beneath her skin like lightning waiting to be born. And Kai Jr. my quietest child, his scent is harder to pin down, shifting and elusive like mist at dawn, bu

She asks moving to a table with lace panties on it. Incredible. “Mmmm. He smells good. Like...” I pause, trying to think of how to explain it. “Burning cedar wood mixed with a seductive musk. It’s like the perfect scent that screams pure man.” Pure Lucifer. I wish I could bottle his scent up so I could smell it whenever I wanted like a creeper. “Oh my god, Anna!” Gwen squeals. “You are so smiling when you think about him!”

You answer my questions and I might answer yours. Her scent was unlike anything I had ever smelled or previously been exposed to.It was like a delicious combination of dragon fruit and cinnamon that reminded me of when I would open a perfectly fragranced tub of lotion that I just could not get enough of, so I would end up constantly smelling it just to get my fix.

He had gone to the bathroom, where she said she'd be but he didn't catch a whiff of her scent. Justin chose to follow the track her scent led him to. Once he was out of the bar, the only thing he saw not dse away from the bar was a handbag on the floor that looked like it had been soiled by the floor and had suffered years of trampling. Justin had ignored that bag as he tried to continue tracing Alice's sent but surprisingly, her scent ended where he stood, close to where the bag was. Justin's wolf became restless, one thing he had not taken note of was the other prominent scents he was sniffing out. He had thought of the idea of those been owned by a random person but why were there four di

At the Citadel, humans are called 'normins' and they are treated as outcasts. It was the beginning of a new term and it's Friday. We just rounded off the last class for the day. It was a Mathematics class and the topic was 'Bearings'. I sucked at it and I knew it. All I did during the class was to envisage the sporting activities that would take place after the class. Only Fridays are available for sporting activities. Saturdays and Sundays are all fixed up. I think I love track events because students from The Faculty of Big Cats always won. The Faculty of Big Cats are the werewolves. The speed and agility provided by our wolves were unmatched by students of other faculties.

The scent was powerful, commanding, yet inexplicably soothing—a blend of the wild and the ethereal, both enticing and intimidating. Damien’s nostrils flared as he inhaled deeply, his expression shifting from one of triumph to unease. Caleb, too, was captivated by the aroma, though it stirred something deeper in him—a memory, a connection that he couldn’t quite grasp but felt profound at the same time he was gaining energy. The scents make him heal slowly and carefully.