Harry Potter Smoke Novels & Stories

he sent a smaller ring of smoke, coming out of his short clay pipe, It crossed each of the rings of ThFeuer opaln, when the smoke ring of Nebelwächter Then it turned green and hovered over the magician's head again. There was already such a cloud, so it was, that they took turns with pipes, dividing and carrying one to the other, a contest of who makes a better circle or something else, in which they then came back from him and, in that dim light, made him look strange and full of sorcery.

He reaches into his coat pocket, and something inside me seizes. He pulls out a glass vial filled with swirling red smoke. The same potion he used to expose Elijah’s hybrid nature. I shot to my feet, heart in my throat. “Why—!” He uncorks it. Thick, crimson smoke spills into the air like blood underwater. It swirls around me, clinging to my skin, wrapping itself into my hair, my clothes. It burns my nose, and I fight the urge to gag. Naturally, it doesn’t affect me. But it certainly amps up my annoyance. “Are you done?” I snarl, refusing to flinch.

he said firmly, determined to find his mate no matter what. Octavia quickly set to work, gathering the necessary ingredients for the tracker smoke charm. She ground the charcoal and salt together in a mortar, adding a slimy substance and murmuring incantations under her breath. As the smoke began to fill the room, Bradley felt a sense of unease wash over him. He had never been a fan of smoke charms, but he trusted Octavia completely. Once the charm was complete, Octavia recited another incantation, and the smoke swirled out through the open window, forming a a dark cloud in the sky.

It soon morphed into realization. "The Potter boy?" "Ay. One of the items, the one wheezing colored smoke, had the color of the smoke change while Lord Ravenclaw was removing the… 'thing' from the lad's head. It went back to its normal color after he applied the phoenix's tear." Auror Moody said. His magic eye had caught the change of color in the smoke that the silver knick-knack was producing. He didn't say anything at the time to not alert the not involved people. Director Bones nodded at her Auror, and barked an order.

"But that's not even the most shocking part. Ava, he was smoking." I blinked, confused. "He was smoking? Like real smoke?”

“I have to leave. Now.” “But wait—” “I hope to see you again, and Quin.” Before I could reach for her, before I could say anything else, Quin lifted her hand. A small orb, no larger than a marble, dropped from her palm to the ground. The moment it cracked open, a hiss of silver smoke exploded outward, thick and fast, flooding the space between us. It wasn’t normal smoke—it clung to my skin, burned slightly in my lungs. I stumbled back, coughing hard, eyes watering as the world around me vanished in the haze.

I raised my brows while Grace flinched. “Did it act this way the last time?” Grace asked, shifting her chair back a few inches away from the table. “No.” I shrugged. I tried to open it again, and it slammed shut with more black smoke, but harder this time; the table shuddered. The smoke smelled toxic. Grace had had enough of the book’s sorcery. She jumped on her feet. “You know, you go about your business alright? I’ll go make sure the boys are talking and find out what they are talking about.

He could only stand there, wide eyes as the smoke got closer while Selene face got more psychotic. Soon, the smoke reached him and then began to crawl up his leg. Goosebumps broke out on his skin and even with his battle experience, he still felt utterly terrified. Soon, the smoke reached his head and without warning, it wormed it's way into his head through his mouth, nose and ears. There was no orifice the smoke didn't pass through. Alpha Horrell found that his mind was slowly breaking and everything began to feel hazy.

But it’s a moment too long. Glenn’s eyes dart to the distraction. His hand, shaking and desperate, plunges into his own belt. A sharp, metallic ‘clack’ sounds against the stone of the altar. Instantly, a thick, sulfurous violet smoke erupts, billowing outward with such intensity that it swallows the entire clearing in a heartbeat. The world is plunged into darkness and the acrid smell of burnt chemicals. "Daryl!" I shout, coughing, shielding my face as the smoke burns my eyes.

I'll just stop thinking about him for a moment and relax. Now for my much needed bath and nap. I look at the window. Better close this just in case. And with that, I went into a deep slumber Smoke's POV It's that time of the night again, where I go pay my princess a little visit. I float into her room for the second tike today. Oh she's sleeping. She sleeps so peacefully. Her long wavy hair sprawled across her face, she's hugging the pillow too. Her legs in view as she's wearing pyjama shorts.