Harry Potter Smoke Novels & Stories

As he held me upright, a realisation dawned on him, a glimmer of understanding reflected in his eyes. "It isn't just ordinary smoke, Elora... it's Wolfsbane," he uttered gravely, his voice tinged with concern.

She stormed into the room, her nose wrinkling in distaste as she caught the whiff of cigarette smoke. She looked up to see Draco already watching her, as if expecting her arrival. He seemed to know she would come after him. She noticed the cigarette in his hand. So, Draco is smoking. "Do you really have no heart?" Laura couldn't help but say to Draco. Draco took a drag on the cigarette and then exhaled. "I already told you, Laura. You witnessed how ruthless and heartless I can be if you don't follow my orders," he reminded her. "But you still didn't obey. So, take the consequence of your decision," he added.

The club suddenly filled with thick smoke. Coughs erupted all around, spreading fast. People stumbled, choking, their laughter turning into panic. The man behind Serena gagged harder than the rest, clutching his throat as the air grew heavy. And in the smoke ,silver eyes burned. Serena froze mid-dance, her heartbeat slamming in her chest. The air carried something she recognized instantly. That scent of jasmine and burning wood. Her mind spun, the haze of alcohol breaking for just a second. She turned slowly toward the source, blinking through the mist.

Laundry answers with a smirk. “We both know she isn’t your mother.” I smirk back. “You fucking Bitch!!” He jumps up from the table to lunge at me. BOOOM!!! The sound of the blast has everyone crashing to the floor. The windows of the front of the house are broken and smoke is billowing in from the outside. I jumped up and stumbled forward, a ringing in my ears and my head spinning. When I finally made it out the front door with a few of the others I saw all the cars that were parked in front of the house in pieces and on fire. Those that weren’t able to leave the safety of the indoors due to not being under the protection of Mira and the witches to walk in the sunlight were coughing heavily,

Luke waved his hand, sending most of the liquid floating away from the cauldron, but more of it had already gone in. “Stir! Quickly!” I stirred quickly, almost whipping it as it started to get thicker and thicker. Then, the thickness bubbled up and started to turn into bubbles that popped and let out glittering smoke. As the smoke filled the air, my heart raced with fear. I didn’t feel any different, and it didn’t smell or anything, but I had no idea what the smoke was. “Luke?” “Keep stirring! It’s not harmful,” Luke said as the smoke continued to get thicker. It was so thick that I couldn’t see anything, but I kept stirring until I didn’t feel anything in the cauldron.

They were simply officemates who find comfort in each other by sharing each other's body heat, a superior and an underling who disclose each other's burdens and frustrations through strong penetrations, tightly entwined fingers, and erotic moans. "Was I?" he asked, his nose scrunching and brows close to kissing in confusion. He looked away from her flushed face to see the cigarette that was losing a quarter of its body while hanging loosely between his right hand's fingers, continuously emanated a long, slender smoke that comforted and annoyed his burning nose at the same time. He lifted his right hand and took a puff of his cigarette, once he had enough, he blew the fume off from his lips.

"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.

I have to do this. I am aware of Halen’s muffled voice and Constance growing in confidence as she rebuts his advances. Taking a deep, steadying breath I reach out with my mind again and take hold of a ghostly whisp of smoke, guiding it slowly and carefully towards the heavy, dark energy in the room. The smoke latches onto Halen and begins to trickle into his nose and mouth as he continues his desperate attempt to sway Constance back to him.

My hunch about the girl who was lying there on the bench became stronger when I remembered what Cain said. He said, "The third person you need to kill has a power of smoke, which came from his cigarettes. You must not go towards him headlong, because if you smell this smoke, definitely, you will be out of your consciousness and if you smell too much smoke—definitely, you will die in just a short period of time."

My heart was racing, and I didn’t know what he was going to do next. He looked at me one last time, his eyes filled with so much anger, hate, maybe even pain. Then he smiled bitterly. “Just like your mother,” he said. “You think you’ve won.” Before anyone could move, he suddenly threw something on the ground, a small, round object that began releasing thick smoke. “Stop him!” Hades shouted, but it was too late. The entire place filled with smoke, blinding everyone instantly. I coughed and covered my mouth, trying to see through the haze. I could barely hear anything except shouting and footsteps.