Harry Potter Smoke 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.

Sara assured him that Ami won't be able to see the white smoke. "Since she won't be able to see the smoke. She will inhale it without any doubt. After that she will be attracted to you," she continued. "so, whoever inhales the smoke can be mine for a lifetime," Alex asked. "No, Master. only in your presence, the smoke will work. For example, if you suddenly disappear from this place the smoke will stop working on her. It will remain in her body. Only when you are near her, the smoke will work again," Sara explained.

He rested his back comfortably against the chair, crossed his legs with an air of sophistication, and gently flipped his long hair to the back in his usual style. He reached for his pocket, brought out a large wrap of weed stick, and a lighter. Igniting the weed, he started to smoke, puffing the smoke directly into my face; I nearly choked. He seemed to unlock new characteristics every moment. I remember Liam doesn't drink; how could he be the one puffing this robust wrap of weed?

I feared she might not survive it there, she'd become prey in his foe's eyes. "Harry! The rosette is on fire! Everything is" Chris yelled, and I shuddered, snapping my memory back to the present. I flinched as the frying pan in my hand caught fire, everywhere was thick with fog. Hastily, I switched off the stove, coughing. I heard the boys sneezing and finding them in this fog of smoke seemed difficult. The smoke touched the fire sprinkler, causing a downpour of water on me and the frying pan.

“But you also have to learn how to smile. I never seen you smiling even once.” “There is no reason for me to smile,” she told him what she truly feels. “I will give you a reason, then. Just wait after the party. I will tell you something that will make you smile.” He said as he left the wardrobe. “What is it, my lord? Are you going to free me?” Lucas looked back at her as he stepped out of the door. “It’s something like that,” he said and smirked. “So, learn to smile, Camila. Or should I force you to smile?”

"Immortal or not, you are using them occasionally. You are going to be addicted because they can smell sweet. It's no wonder the smell of the smoke is sweet. " "Relax," he states and makes it some big deal, but when I notice something odd about his fingers. I grab them as he struggles to break free from me. "Yeye, what the hell is this?" Three of his fingers have turned black. Yeye pulled away and hid it inside his sleeve. "Nothing for you to worry about, child." "Yeye, I shouldn't ignore it and act like it's nothing," I grab his hand again and study it. I have never seen it, yet Yeye is using the herbs for his smoke pipe. "Are you poison?"

He could barely move; it was as though invisible chains bound him in place. Magnus struggled, trying to summon his power, but the smoke tightened its hold. Panic gnawed at him as he felt his energy sap away. The sinister force seemed to feed on his desperation, relishing in his helplessness. He knew this was no ordinary smoke—it was infused with dark magic, a trap laid specifically for him. His thoughts raced to Tribiano and to Lara, but no matter how hard he fought, the smoke was relentless. His body trembled under the strain, the primal urge to protect his pack warring with the paralysis that gripped him.

I didn't like that. Darius took out a small bag of medicinal herb incense and burned it in a stone bowl. The white, aromatic smoke filled the cell, colliding violently with the residue of dark magic, which detached itself from Jayden's body in a thin, black swirl, like burnt oil. Jayden screamed, a hoarse, painful sound. Nira felt every fragment of darkness leaving her mate. When the black smoke disappeared, Jayden was exhausted, but his face took on a more natural color.

“Oh, and here are some pictures from our bed. Look at them. They might help you understand the case.” The photos showed a man and a woman entwined. The man’s handsome face shone with decadent desire. It was Matteo. Sophia left. Her high heels clicked on the floor. Each tap seemed to strike Alicia’s fraying nerves. The office was empty except for her. After a long while, Alicia opened a drawer. She pulled out a box of slim cigarettes she had not touched in a long time. She took one out and lit it. Her slender fingers trembled ever so slightly.

I flew out of Grimly’s room--or my room, as it was about to be--and into the kitchen. A few minutes later, the smell of smoke filled the house, and every smoke detector in the entire house was going off, blaring so loudly, there was no way anyone could sleep through it. I watched from a spot above the smoke as the mages all scrambled to figure out what was happening. The flames coming from the kitchen stove were huge. Some of the mages tried to put them out, but they weren’t able to, so they all ended up running out of the house--right into my pack’s hands.