Novel & Cerita Dragon Blood Incense Smell

my Dragon growled in pain as he landed twisted on back in dense forest above which we were flying, this forest was covered with several spike trees which ended up injuring all our Dragon… no of us were bleeding but we all were in severe pain that will last for a hour or two… “AAAhhh…. fuck…. What was that?” Saltus Dragon groaned in pain and tried to support his body meanwhile Oceano and I were looking at Sky, previously dark night sky was now shimmering with luminous dark forest green color… “Look…” Oceano said and Saltus turned his head up, we all witness the strong magical aura that was now heavily lingered in air… while my two fellow Dragons were busy mesmerizing magical sky…. I felt som

"Dragon Blood!" Eden happily grabbed the box on the table and quickly opened it to see what was inside. "It's Dragon Blood powders, fresh produce is hard to come by these days, and it's expensive. God damn the Somdet and their embargo, the filthy bastards, the filthy sprayers..." Eden cursed that the butterfly fairies had learned those swearings from here and nowhere.

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.

The sachet traced a smooth arc through the air, trailing a fragrant scent. Melody tightened her lips and held her breath, refusing to inhale any of the fragrance. The men caught the scent and immediately grew cautious, releasing her. They covered their mouths and noses. "What was that smell just now?" Melody winced in pain from her back as she was dropped to the ground. Frowning intensely, she waited for the scent to dissipate before saying nonchalantly, "That was Soul-breaking Incense. Anyone who smells it without an antidote within half an hour will die."

Liam replied casually, "I bought them quite a while back in case we needed them." When it was lunchtime, he personally brought me a rich bowl of soup. It was slightly sweet and easy to consume. I tasted it. "What soup is this?" He replied calmly, "It's boiled with trout and Night Flame Leaves. It's used to replenish a pregnant mother's energy." I was taken aback. "The Black Dragons have always been suppressed and have been leading an impoverished life. Where did you get the money to buy something so precious?" Liam gave me an amused glance. "Where did you hear that from? The Black Dragons have always been good businesspeople, but we're not fans of showing our riches. We use the money to upgr

My voice came out in a shaky whisper. The elder vampire’s jaw clenched. “A dragon’s roar. There is no mistaking it.” My breath caught. So they do exist. I glanced down at my belly, rubbing it gently as if to reassure my pup—and myself. “Damion. Lucien. Hold on for me,” I whispered. “I’ll do whatever it takes to bring you home.” The vampires and I descended, the air growing hotter and thicker with every second. The scent of smoke and something… metallic, like burnt iron, filled my nose.

near its neck, a wide, silver slot worn smooth by centuries of use. "Mina! Cian!" I called out. "I need your light to prime the ink!" The children ran to my side. They placed their hands on the dragon’s cold iron flank. As their Golden Blood pulsed, the lead cylinders began to glow. The "Ink" wasn't black; it was a shimmering, liquid violet, the color of the Thorne family debt, now transformed into the Thorne family's legacy. I thrust the scroll into the silver slot. The dragon shuddered. Its internal gears began to spin with a deafening, melodic clatter.

The doors closed behind me with a soft, final click. The room was vast—high ceilings lost in shadow, heavy velvet drapes the color of spilled wine, a massive fireplace crackling with pale blue flames that gave no heat. Incense curled through the air—strange, heady, unlike anything I’d ever smelled. Sweet resin mixed with something metallic, almost like blood and moonlight distilled into smoke.

In the moments following next, I heard the shuffling sound of a few objects and then I felt Ty’s presence over me. The bed dipped slightly beside me and I could smell a pleasant explosion of aromatic essences incapacitating all my senses to a new form of pleasure. “It smells nice, Ty,” I breathed out as the enticing scents assaulted my olfactory organs. “Yeah ? These are special dragon oils, baby. In ancient times, dragon masters used to pleasure themselves with these when away from their mates,” Ty said in his low, husky voice. I heard the pop sound of a cork and soon enough, a pair of strong hands were massaging my chest with those heavenly oils and I moaned as it felt better and better af