Black Smoke Shenron Novels & Stories

I ran past the sculpture and down the narrow passage, hearing footsteps behind me but not caring enough to turn around. My vision blurred, making it almost impossible to see clearly or judge distances accurately. I quickly covered my nose when I saw the black smoke moving in sinuous, swirling patterns, almost like liquid darkness. It had a shimmering, oily quality, reflecting the faint light from Stalagtor’s luminescent eyes. Though the smoke was primarily black, it occasionally pulsed with eerie glows of deep purples and greens, hinting at a supernatural energy and ancient magic. Even after covering my nose, it was difficult for me to slow down my breath.

You will probably get questions when you come too as there will be black smoke coming from you so be prepared. ‘Thanks for the heads up.’ Sonya kept the link open and could feel like there was a weight being sucked out of her. The group was shocked when Sonya had black smoke rolling out of her pores and up into the air until it disappeared. Jake tried to shake her as she was sitting upright with her eyes closed. It took several minutes of them being scared until her eyes shot open. “Baby are you okay? What happened?” Sonya smiled “Black smoke?” Everyone looked at each other.

"HAVEN!" My scream rips through the choking smoke, raw and useless. No answer comes back, only the hungry roar of flames and the distant, brutal clash of combat somewhere deeper in the haze. The smoke isn't normal. It's thick, oily, purple-black instead of honest grey. It tastes like sulfur and rot on my tongue. Dark magic. The kind that burns hotter, meaner, and clings to skin like poison. Donovan's hand clamps around my forearm, iron-hard.