Incense Synonym Novels & Stories

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 these are frankincense and rosemary incense. My favorites." Vera Carter, the Elephant Alpha's mate, happily placed into Corinne's hands what was probably her tenth gift in less than five minutes “They make the house smell delicious and are very useful in helping us relax after a tiring day taking care of the pack.”

She really hoped they were doing well without her. Taking a step further, the scent of the candle flooded into her nostrils. Frankincense. Zezi took in a deep breath, trying to shut all the peaceful memories that came with that scent away. It was just the one she liked and she didn't want to associate this time with the King of her enemies to anything that would mean so much to her heart, more so in a position light. "What for?" The sound of the matchstick as it kissed the wick of the last candle seeped into her ears and the next second, he had put it off.

Zachariah took a deep breath after hearing that. Severin looked at the other party's expression and knew that Zachariah believed him. He nodded. "When I was treating you in your room earlier, I smelled a faint fragrance that is very unique. It might be fine to use the incense on its own, but it is extremely deadly if mixed with the poisonous gas emitted from your wooden chair!"

Further back in the shop, past a narrow, winding aisle choked with hanging dreamcatchers and unsettling talismans, a vast and surprising assortment of essential oils filled a cavernous alcove. Their glass bottles gleamed faintly, holding liquids of unnatural hues, swirling purples, murky greens, and opaque blacks. Beside them there were countless types of incense, arranged in imposing bundles and delicate sticks, each labeled with cryptic symbols. Accompanying these were diverse models of elaborate burners and holders, crafted from dark, heavy materials, designed to hold and burn the incense.

I walked over and sat down, ready to start our lessons. “Let’s meditate for a bit to start the day,” Lenora said. We both closed our eyes, taking deep breaths over and over while we tried to clear our minds. I pushed thoughts of the kids, Andrew, the Gallaway pack, and the Blackwell pack out of my mind one by one with some difficulty. Emptying one’s mind of all thoughts was an extremely hard task, but we sat that way for a few minutes before she spoke again. “Today, I’m sure you can smell the incense burning. Different incense fragrances can have different effects on different wolves that have powers. I’m burning sandalwood today. How does it make you feel?” she asked as we both opened our e

"They are responding better than we anticipated." Zion nodded in agreement, his eyes alight with a newfound sense of hope. "Yes, it seems our methods are proving effective," he replied, a hint of pride coloring his words. Ha. Even though he was forced, he seems to be enjoying it, the hypocrite. "This incense," Zion explains, his voice carrying across the chamber, "contains a blend of herbs and extracts known to have a calming effect on the corrupted. Through repeated exposure, we've found that it can help to subdue their more aggressive tendencies."

“It’s not implied anymore; it’s pretty obvious. When she held the orb, I didn’t react to it physically like both of you have, but I could tell that something was different—the colour. It was nothing like I’d ever seen before. It certainly threw off the energy in the room for a bit, and I had to burn incense.” “This incense,” I said, remembering my thoughts about it. “Is it the same one that the healers burned in my room?” “No. Well, they have similar ingredients, but about two or three are interchangeable, depending on the goal in mind. Why?” she responded with a curious tone. “Nothing. I’m probably just overthinking the situation, but I was a little jumpy earlier, and I thought it might be

Something tells me this is not as simple as it seems. He places the incense sticks in specific locations and, with a flick of a lighter, each one comes to life. Small tendrils of smoke rise into the air, and a pleasant smell drifts into my nose. I take a deep breath, filling my lungs with the sweet scent of sandalwood and something else I can’t name.

Lira (POV) The air in the cleansing room isn’t just thick—it’s choking. The stench of incense coils through my nostrils like burning hair and spoiled meat. They’ve burned the same mix every time—wolfsbane ash, marrow dust, grave lilies. It doesn’t just linger. It infests. I can feel it creeping under my skin, nesting in the hollow behind my ribs. A curse-wearing perfume.