Magical Incense Novels & Stories

The sachet traced a smooth arc through the air, trailing a fragrant scent. Melody tightened her lips and held her breath, refusing to inhale any of the fragrance. The men caught the scent and immediately grew cautious, releasing her. They covered their mouths and noses. "What was that smell just now?" Melody winced in pain from her back as she was dropped to the ground. Frowning intensely, she waited for the scent to dissipate before saying nonchalantly, "That was Soul-breaking Incense. Anyone who smells it without an antidote within half an hour will die."

There are also artworks, like paintings of enchanted forests and mythical beings that I swear seem to wink at me in the flickering candlelight. Over in one corner, there's a big fireplace crackling away, spreading warmth throughout the room, and above it, you'll find bunches of dried herbs and flowers, giving off an odd scent mixed with hints of sandalwood and incense. We take our seat on some of the plush velvet sofas and armchairs which are surprisingly super comfy and they make me want to instantly fall asleep. That has got to be the herbs. Right in the center of the room is a big wooden table holding all sorts of magical things – think crystal balls, little cauldrons, and stacks of old s

I got another whiff of the strange smoky scent wafting from him, then took an unconscious step back. Every single spell on earth has a scent; some are just more easily picked up, while some can only be smelt by supernatural beings, and the one emanating from Magnus was Terra Fumus, the spell of concealment and disguise. "So, does that assure you of where we really stand?" he asked softly, and I had to force out a smile as I nodded. "Sure," I jerked a thumb over my shoulder. "I'd better get back in then." "I'll come with you."

It was all because of the lingering aura of the undead that settled in her body. But right now, Monami looks no different from a normal sleeping cat. The gray patches that used to riddled her beautiful white fur were now nowhere to be seen. This was all thanks to Niccoli's unreserved effort to take good care of his magical beast. As well as Professor Sonny's wise idea of using incense sticks that were made from the Devil Smile Flower. Niccoli never fails to light those incense sticks inside the folded space. He was doing it on a regular basis. In fact, he was doing it much often than he eats.

You will be imprisoned indefinitely. Grandma lit the sweet-smelling incense in the room, lighting five of them and placing them on the incense stick stands that had been pushed aside in the room for many years. What is this incense grandma? It has a wonderful aroma. Princess enquired. It's known as "You Are Mine Forever." That is King Solomon's choice. I sat on the throne to relax since I was fatigued. Could you, Princess, lead us in a prayer of thanksgiving to the Divine?

Marcus The air in Iris’s lair was thick with the smell of incense, a pungent, sweet scent that lingered in my nose as we stood before the witch. It was the same scent that had haunted me from the moment I first met her, but now, the very essence of it made my skin crawl. The stone walls of her hideout, dimly lit by flickering candles, felt oppressive, closing in on me. The weight of the decision that lay ahead was too heavy to carry alone. I could feel the pressure building within me, a dangerous pressure, one that could explode at any moment.

Meggie's tone was a bit harsh, and everyone was startled. Sophia had already stepped into Meggie's room but retreated a step in fright. Emily was walking at the back. Seeing Sophia step back, she also stopped. Bella smiled to ease the awkwardness: "Meggie usually uses sandalwood incense. She doesn't like other scents, fearing they would pollute her devotion to Jesus. She doesn't allow flowers in her yard, only bamboo, to prevent other fragrances from mixing in."

“Don’t say I didn’t remind you! You can only enjoy those privileges thanks to Mom, who loves it when people transcribe sutras. As long as you finish this, you might even earn more privileges. But if you don’t... Hmph!” Rowena didn’t continue. She had only said all that to make Hailey transcribe the sutra seriously, but Hailey thought Rowena’s words made some sense. If Travis Blake let her go in two years, she could choose to continue transcribing the sutra or not. “I will.” Hailey paused and asked another question, “Is there any requirement for the incense?” “Agarwood, and it has to be the best of the best,” Rowena said disdainfully. “You wouldn’t be able to tell anyway, so ask the butler.”

An incense stick released an arousing scent that sent my mind into overdrive, it was a very potent scent. I wouldn't be surprised if illegal substances were used in the manufacture of the incense stick. I felt like a king in his chambers, sitting on the lavish cushions. It made me want to spend the rest of my life surrounded by beauty. I closed my eyes slowly. [Calm Down] A skill that had come in handy numerous times. I regained my clarity when I reopened them.

Happy just watched me wallow in regret. "You must have inhaled the incense. That's the best explanation for what you're going through." He said tapping his chin. I turned to face him. What was he talking about? "What incense?" I asked. He waved at the air and that was when I noticed a barely visible fume. "It has no scent. What it does is that it drives your sexual desires into overdrive." His words rang inside my ears and echoed in my head. I remembered how I had woken up with bigger breasts and an uncontrollable desire to fuck anything I could get my hands on.