Incense Burner Mdzs Novels & Stories

The women whimpered immediately, their hands clamped over their mouths to keep them from screaming, their bodies pressed together as if they could disappear into one another. Marcus set the box down and opened it. Inside lay thick sticks of ash-gray incense. He selected one and fished a lighter from his pocket. The flame caught. Within seconds, a sweet, cloying scent spread through the room—pleasant at first, then nauseating. "I have no interest in killing all of you," he said in a bored manner. "Too much effort to cover up." He motioned for the guard to set the box on the table. “Now listen.”

It was in the air. I lifted my head and scanned the room. My eyes landed on the small bronze censer in the far corner, its lid carved with twisting vines. Thin wisps of smoke still curled from the perforations, carrying that same syrupy floral scent. The incense burner. My pulse thudded in my ears. “Where did that come from?” I asked the attendant, nodding toward the censer. The attendant hesitated, then answered in a near-whisper. “Alpha Agnes sent it. A gift, she said. For the Dowager’s comfort during the colder months. The Dowager has used it every evening since. She says the scent soothes her joints.”

I pull the brass zipper open, reaching deep into the fabric until my hand wraps around a long, lacquered wooden box. Inside are rows of handmade lavender-root incense sticks, each rolled with rare mountain herbs I ground myself. The supply is running low—only enough to last a month or two—but it will keep Grandmother Pearl's failing lungs clear until the autumn frost settles over Silverpine City. My brass phone chimes twice on the nightstand with a sharp, metallic ring. I don't look at it immediately. I close the wooden box, place it neatly on my oak desk beside my hunting blade, and wipe my dusty hands on my trousers. Only then do I pick up the phone.

I cannot withdraw my eyes away from his hands. They pulled out a bundle of wood sticks, uh kind of it seemed like chopsticks that he took out with a match box. "These are incense sticks imported from India. Its fragrance can turn you on lol, badly." I chuckled along with him, he burned a dozen of them out of the bundle and the remaining went back in the third drawer of his table.

I asked. "Let's begin with incense," William suggested. "If there's no improvement, we can explore alternative options." He prescribed a blend of lavender, frankincense, sandalwood, and ylang-ylang, explaining that these fragrances were known for their calming properties and ability to reduce anxiety and stress. Asher and I procured the necessary ingredients, and William prepared the incense according to the required process. By the time he finished, he appeared fatigued, yawning occasionally.

And this is the only person who’s promised me something no doctor, no healer, no shaman has dared to say: I can make you walk again. I look into her eyes, feel the fire burning in my chest—the need—and nod. “Wait here,” I tell my guards. They hesitate, but step back. I wheel myself in. The door closes behind me with a soft click. The room smells like sandalwood and something metallic. There are candles burning on every surface, strange symbols drawn on the floor in dark ink—or maybe blood. I don’t ask. Miranda moves with grace, collecting things from a small chest: herbs, a carved bone dagger, a glass vial filled with something iridescent.

Following the shop name printed inside, I managed to track down the online store of the seller. Unexpectedly, the store was empty, there was not a single item for sale. I had no choice but to tap on the customer service icon at the bottom of the page. I cautiously sent a message. [User2345: Hello, may I ask if the incense burners in your store are still available for purchase?] It was half past eleven at night, but to my surprise, the customer service replied quickly. [Satanic Shop: Hello dear, the products in our store can only be purchased with a strong desire. It seems we’ve detected that you don’t have a wish you truly long to fulfill.]

He wished she would never leave him. Madelyn said, "I don't know..." Zach asked, "Is it here?" The deep movements made Madelyn tilt her head back. She clutched the blanket underneath her and thrust upward with force. She made a seductive moan that aroused Zach. She said, "Give it to me, please." The incense in the room indeed had an aphrodisiac effect. The scent was so intense that it intensified their sensations, desires, and passions. At this moment, she wanted nothing but to continue feeling pleasurable.

Her vitality diminished and was no longer steady. This was not challenging for her. Two prescriptions were sufficient to regulate it. She tucked Amelia into the bed. Before departing, she lifted the cap of a delicate gold incense burner on the table. This piece was a birthday present from her father. Melody spaced out for a while, her fingers tracing the intricate, elaborate designs etched into the burner. The echo of her father's voice and the memory of his smile were vivid, as if he had presented her the gift only the day before.

It goes without saying that apprentices were not allowed to step foot inside the building. The Medicinal Hall was incredibly huge and the air was filled with the delicious fragrant of elixir refining. From time to time, there would be initiates placing the elixir bottles on top of a jade plate, and there was a lot of to-ing and fro-ing of the other staff that worked there. Also, one could not disregard the constant noises that the burning elixir-furnace was giving out. “Hurry, hurry! We must quickly finish making the two thousand ninesun elixirs. They’ll be used later.”