Novel & Cerita Dragon Blood Incense Smell

Draven exhaled slightly, knowing full well the risk he was taking. With slow, deliberate movements, he poured the deep crimson liquid into a glass, his eyes never leaving her. The scent of the wine filled the air—a rich, intoxicating aroma of ripe berries with a hint of spice. Carefully, he handed it to Aurora. She snatched it eagerly, bringing the glass to her nose. "Oh my, I love this scent! It smells so divine—like strawberry ice cream," she purred, inhaling deeply. A small, pleased moan escaped her lips, sending an unexpected jolt through Draven’s body.

But the village below was a mining village, and it made sense that this would be an abandoned mine. The cave had a smell, not unpleasant like the corpses on the path, but something that reminded me of the temples of Seigradh, the smoky tones of dracaena and cinnabar, mixed with something that I could not put a name to. It surprised me that a dragon’s cave would smell of incense. But then, what had I expected it to smell like? Sulphur, char and burnt corpses? I imagined that the stench was as offensive to dragon’s noses as it was to mankind’s.

King Dravon's POV The thick, dark curtains were drawn tight across the tall windows. It was preventing sunlight from filtering in. They were soft candle-lights held by a silver candle-stand, embedded with the royal symbol, lit around the room. The candlelight glowed, throwing tall dancing shadows and giving dim lighting. The room felt heavy, holding the weight of secrets that transcend generations. ‎ ‎The air had a scent of incense, mixed with the faint metal scent of old iron. This was a scent that always reminded me of battles and blood that never fully dried.

The warm breath condensed into a small puff of white mist in the cold air, vanishing in an instant. He extended his slender fingers, carefully picking up the incense sticks from the offering table. The incense was specially made, black in color, and when lit, it did not emit the usual fresh scent but instead released a thick, sweet, and bloody smoke that made him cough twice. Tears welled up at the corners of his eyes, but he dared not wipe them away, letting them slide down his cheeks, afraid that such an action would be seen as disrespectful by the divine doll before him.

His hands slipped lower, caressing her hips and backside beneath the water, teasing the line between reverence and temptation. “Dragon’s blood does not weaken when shared,” he murmured, his hands slipping beneath her hips to lift her, “but the power tends to favor a few and we call that person ‘Draken’. Records show no ‘Draken’ since the first has found their mate. Some, in desperation, took additional wives to tempt their waning desires and hopefully produce an heir—although their offspring won’t necessarily inherit their title.”

The air was freezing, so cold my breath instantly turned into a thick white cloud that hung in front of my face - and it smelled wrong. It didn't smell like Elara's lavender tea or the old books that usually perfumed her office or Zane's sweet, clean skin that always carried a hint of vanilla. Instead, the air reeked of burnt copper, stagnation, and old, decayed blood that had soaked into wood and stone. The stench of death and dark magic, of rituals that should never be performed. The scent of a dark ritual, one that required sacrifice.

The crown was an intricate weave of silver and gold, studded with rare gems that glowed with ethereal brilliance even in this tempestuous night. I approached it slowly, my gaze transfixed on its allure. Each inch closer caused my heart to pound louder, echoing through the cascade of tumultuous rain. Just as I was about to reach out and claim the relic, an all-too-familiar scent wafted through the damp air. The scent of wild pine and musk niggled at my senses, growing stronger with each passing second. I froze, my heart thudding in my chest. It was a scent I knew all too well. Boris.

Where was he? I closed my eyes for a moment, reaching out with my senses. The pulse of the forest felt off. Something dark was stirring, something ancient. The scent of damp earth and moss filled my lungs, but beneath it, I caught the faintest whiff of something else. Incense—sharp and foreign—whispering through the air. A cold dread settled over me. I’d only ever encountered that scent once before, during an ancient ritual in the sacred grove. It was a powerful incense, one that could weaken a guardian like me.

I command her in my alpha voice. I stand frozen just shy of the entrance as the scent of my mate assaults me. I can't help rapidly inhaling the intoxicating aroma or roses and honeydew. I anger once more reminding myself and my dragon that it is a trick. She is not our mate but knows her scent. My talons slip out as the scent increases so much in the room I can taste it. My mouth waters as my cock hardens beneath the robe. My dragon comes forward and meets the eyes of the little pixie who always has her way.

Old Hagstorm laughed and opened the three blind boxes. In the third box was a unique medicinal plant. It was shaped like a lotus and had seven bizarrely fiery red petals, representing its extreme heat attribute. This was the Dragon Flame Lotus! The second box had a ginseng larger than the wild ginseng king that Andrius had obtained long ago. Just by how it looked, it was clear that it was more valuable than the wild ginseng king. The first blind box had an almost transparent wax-like substance that emitted a faint fragrance. It was the legendary Gold Essence Ambergris!