I Brought You Frankincense Vine Novels & Stories

I opened it. My brows furrowed. Inside lay several slender wooden sticks, neatly arranged. I picked one up, sniffing it. Oakwood. Lavender. I sniffed it again. Something else that I hadn’t seen before but still it felt familiar. Incense. I closed the door behind me, cradling the box closely to my chest. A trial wouldn’t hurt. If it was bad for me, I'd toss it in the trash, if I worked… win-win. So I lit up one of the wooden incense, the smoke curled up dancing to the tune of the wind and the scent filled the room almost immediately,

“Choose your words for the vows carefully, Jessica. Lie to me… and I’ll make you pay in pleasure until you can’t remember how to speak anything but yes.” I let them drag me away, legs unsteady, body thrumming. My mind sharpened despite the haze. As I was shoved into the chamber, I saw a servant waiting with a tray of wine and a small, silver-handled brush. My eyes caught on a small, gnarled plant in a pot near the narrow window—a decorative Belladonna vine, its dark berries glinting like eyes. I looked at the servant, a young girl with bruised eyes and a trembling lip who looked like she’d already given up on life. I saw my own reflection in her fear, and it galvanized me.

“Took a fall while gathering herbs. There’s a ball in two days I need to attend. I’ll be needing some poison ivy vine—enough to bring the swelling down quickly.” He was already moving, rummaging through the crates behind his stall with a haste that sent dried herbs scattering. “Poison ivy vine, poison ivy vine… I know I have it here somewhere… Ah!” He emerged triumphantly, a small bundle wrapped in brown paper clutched in his hands. “Here we are. Freshly dried, potent as they come.” He pressed it into my hands, but when I reached for my coin purse, he waved me off with an impatient gesture.

Ivy I never imagined a day like this would come. A day when those who stood in my path would finally fall, one by one, crashing into oblivion. The scent of Brandy always reminded me of triumph. Bold. Silky. A burn that lit the throat in all the right ways. I swirled the golden-brown liquid in its cut-glass tumbler, admiring how it caught the sunbeams pouring through my chamber windows. The message had just arrived there’d been a fire at the prison. But not just a simple blaze… it had been utterly reduced to ash.

The air was thick with the mingling scents of cumin, saffron, and burning incense, creating a heady atmosphere that seemed to hum with life. I stopped at nearly every stall, marveling at the craftsmanship and chatting with the vendors, my hands greedily picking out souvenirs. A small carved ankh, a delicate copper bracelet, and a brightly colored scarf soon found their way into my ever-growing collection of purchases. Behind me, Ivan followed silently, a bemused expression on his face as he balanced a tower of bags that I had thrust upon him. The sight of this tall, intimidating man carrying my colorful loot like some overburdened porter was almost too much to bear.

“Why can’t I just eat a little more than these fruits, even if it’s a piece of meat?” “Have this instead.” She picked up the last bit of pineapple, then shoved it into my mouth. “You should always have a sweet taste in your mouth.” I chewed a little, then swallowed. “Now eat the rest of these fruits. I will be back with the scented perfumes in ten minutes.” She placed a little cup of alcoholic wine by my side and walked out. Ever since I took my bath, I haven’t come close to having peace of mind, from getting into sexual poses to being made to eat sweets.

The day I ruined the great Adrain Throne and reduced him to nothing. "Today, you will scream and beg me to go easy on you but you know what? I won't...I will do exactly what you did to Lily, I will break you in the hardest and roughest way and you, will be at my mercy" My friends weren't the only ones that had plans, I did too. I pulled out a herb from my jacket, I was told it helped to stimulate sexual urges. Some people call it aphrodisiac incense but whatever the name is, I want nothing but a result.

At his feet lay a handful of wild fruits, dried provisions, and medicinal herbs. "Is this Blood Vein Ginthera?" Chase picked up a bright red, flame-like fruit, sniffing it curiously. Blood Vein Ginthera—a rare medicinal herb that grew deep within untamed forests. It was exceptionally rare and had remarkable effects on strengthening the body.

If we’d been an hour slower, it would’ve made itself a little mouth to put against our door. “Vinegar,” I say, hand out. Olive slaps a clay vial into my palm like we’ve been doing this for years. I crack the seal, and the smell of wet nails climbs as I pour slowly, three spirals and the weeper spits like a cat.

I asked. “I made a new one just for you,” she said, placing the bottle in my hand. “The ingredients are good for restoring your strength.” I twisted the cap open. An odd, sharp scent stabbed at my nose, making my stomach lurch. “This doesn’t smell like your usual medicine. Did you use forbidden plants again?” “Just drink it, Veya. Trust me. Once you do and get some rest, your body will feel much better.” Irine patted my shoulder and left my chamber.