Unscented Novels & Stories

The scent inside the boutique was thick, almost suffocatingly sweet—a dense, humid mixture of crushed eucalyptus leaves, wet moss, and greenhouse earth. It was an artificial oasis designed to screen out the harsh gray exhaust of the city outside, yet to Elias Hawthorne, it felt entirely like a funeral parlor.

I couldn't wait for English class to give Celia back her clothes because the scent was driving me insane. There was the rich clove scent that all Moonless Night Pack members shared, but her specific scent was tart, citrusy and sweet honey. Her scent was amazing. I guess I had never gotten close enough to smell her before, because I would have sat closer to her just to inhale that delectable scent.

He was definitely cynical about it. Professor Fields approached him from the corner of the room, slid her arm about his and led him to the flasks. “Here, take a sniff. It’s definitely different and I believe would do quite well in the market. It is made from the effusion of Neroli, I believe.” Upon the mention of his favorite scent, he picked a piece of paper and sprayed a slight amount on the paper. He held it below his nostrils and was assailed by a strange feeling. He could not define it but it lifted his spirits for the rest of the evening.

"Hurry up and get dressed. Take your leather pouch and make sure you use the scent suppressant. We can’t have you trailing your smell all over the forest if you start feeling warm." She closes the door, leaving him alone in the room. Aiden lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. He swings his legs out of bed, his cock twitching again at the mention of scent remover—a harsh, chemical liquid that stings when applied to his neck and wrists, masking the sweet, musky odor of his biology. He stands up and walks to the small table where his supplies are kept. He picks up the pouch, the leather worn smooth, and uncaps the bottle of suppressant .The sharp scent of alcohol and crushed herbs f

I always use a highly artificial pine body wash to mask my natural pheromones, and I carefully apply the harsh soap every single morning to ensure I project a sterile, untouchable aura to my subordinates. However, the sterile pine scent is completely gone, and a terrifying realization washes over my mind as I inhale the heavy, undeniable aroma radiating directly from my own pores. My natural biological scent is now permanently mixed with the rich, dark cedar of Rhett and the incredibly heavy, burnt tobacco of Seth's grounding venom.

A dull ache settles in my chest at his absence, an emptiness that feels oddly profound. At some point last night, Eamon explained how mates can ‘scent’ each other, a concept that seemed abstract at the time but now feels so visceral. His scent reminded me of petrichor, that distinct, earthy smell that comes after a heavy rain, particularly on a cold fall day. I’ve always loved that scent, the way it signals change, the beginning or end of something. It’s funny how it aligns with him, as if his presence heralds something new in my life. I find myself considering never washing these sheets again, just to cling to that scent a little longer.

I’m sure he has said things about me to her. I hear the Alpha introduce his sons, so I use this opportunity to grab a seat. I decide to stay at the back to minimize disruptions. I start to walk through the back row, noticing a vacant seat, and Andricia is losing her shit. I swear we won’t be here that long, so there is no need for the panic. I’m walking past people’s legs and getting looks while doing so when I stop in my tracks. A scent like no other practically smacked me upside my head. I start to sniff the air. I can smell peppermint, but there are two other scents with it. It’s like a strong peppermint with grapefruit and lemon. Such a weird combination, but I have to say that it’s doin

I tell him. “Ok let’s go. Do we have anything with his scent or something on it?” He asks. “He will smell like Einyn. Unicorns have a family scent so one family tends to have a similar scent. You know what she smells like right?” I explain.

In fact, Greg sensed no anger at all despite just telling her about something that practically went against the system she was defending. Her curious bright eyes even encouraged him to give more than he was asked, so he did, “Human scents are the worst, by the way. Their general scent is very varied, unlike ours which is quite standard. And because of that, scent sprays for this species are normally tailored to a specific region or group. And there’ll be different scents when they sweat. It really is a hassle. If I ever start a business selling scent sprays, I’m dead certain about never taking human scents into my inventory. Most of them would expire before they’re bought off the shelf.”

If I could have just smelled my mate’s scent this morning, I would be more relaxed today and probably wouldn’t be punishing her so harshly. Normally, Ruby’s scent makes me feel relaxed. It’s euphoric, like the scent of the deepest part of the forest. But now… cinnamon? Really? The smell makes me want to gag and makes my wolf bark angrily inside of me; he hates it too. After this, part of me wants to ban the use of perfumes at school, but I know that the students and their prestigious families will be outraged.