Magical Incense Novels & Stories

The air here smelled different— herbs, something bitter and earthy, and beneath it all, the faint metallic tang of magic. Alaric knocked twice on the heavy oak door before pushing it open. "Endora," he called, his voice softer than that usual. "I want you to meet Lilac, my Luna." There goes the introduction! I should be used to it by now, right? The inside of the cottage was warm, lit by the golden glow of dozens of candles. Dried herbs hung from the ceiling, their fragrances mingling with the scent of burning sage. Shelves lined the walls, crammed with jars of powders, tinctures, and things I couldn’t, and didn’t want to, identify.

The incense smoke curled languidly through the air, twirling its way around gemstone towers and flickering candle flames. Zalindra sat behind the counter of her metaphysical shop, a quaint paradise of mystic oddities where crystals glimmered like stars trapped in glass jars, and the scent of sage and spices whispered tales of forgotten magic.

The remnants of black candles littered the floor, their waxed corpses forming macabre puddles of hardened darkness. The air held a heavy, oppressive quality, as if burdened by the weight of their malevolence. The scent of incense, a blend of earthy herbs and acrid undertones, permeated the room, intertwining with the electric charge of forbidden magic. It hung like a miasma, wrapping around their forms like tendrils of smoke, threatening to suffocate any flicker of morality that dared linger.

Freya's POV The following day, in accordance with the agreed-upon time with the buyer, I carried the necklace to that secondhand boutique that specialized in luxury items. The proprietor led into a private room where there emitted a fragrant aroma, reminiscent of a blend of pine with a touch of sage—a delicate scent that exuded tranquility. Intrigued by the fragrance, I turned my head and inquired, "Sir, what kind of incense is used here?" The proprietor replied, "This incense is a gift from a dear friend who crafted it personally. Do you find it quite pleasing?"

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

She inhaled a drag, letting the burn settle in her lungs before puffing the smoke out. She looked up at Sebastian, offering the cigarette. He nodded silently but she didn't give it to him, instead she took another drag of it and leaned towards his face. Instinctively, he opened his mouth as soon as she connected their lips together, the smoke invading his cravice.

It turned out to be an exquisite glass tube, inside of which was a neat and fragrant substance. Very fine, it was the kind of incense that was lit in the room. There was not even a logo on top, it looked so plain and simply. "It was inappropriate to give you something valuable." "You wouldn't want it either." "That's why I chose this one for you."

He hoped the girl in front of him turned out to be better. He sighed heavily and extracted from his jeans pocket the bundle of herbs he'd collected earlier from his room. One second. Within one second of entering the room, he'd sense the aura emanating off her. The one that distinguished her as his kind. As much as the thought delighted him, he knew it was just as terrible. He muttered the incantation again, "Incendia." The end of the sage bundle burst into flames, blazes of red with orange. Smoke drifted off it and he walked around the dungeon, knowing utterly well that her eyes watched him carefully.

"Why do I need to know? I really don't have much business with you." "Well, you need to know." I smiled. "You know a lot about black magic from your father, don't you? Then you should know what I'm about to say." I told her and she eyed me. "Have you heard of a recall spell?" I asked and she knitted her brows at me. "Can you be nice enough to tell me what it's all about?" I batted my eyelashes at her. "When something is secured with a recall, it doesn't change hands unless the owner give it up willingly." She explained.

Megumi's eyes smiles as she points at something that looks like a mirror maze, she smiled at me and said, "Let's go there!" Smiling at me like that is a foul play Megumi, how can I say no now? Of course I can't so I grabbed her hands and lead her there. The students greeted us and said, "Welcome to our class's Wonderland. If you manage to find the tunnel's end withing 15 minutes, you get a prize of okonomiyaki, a japanese vegetable pancake. So are you in?" I dropped some bills on the entrance and entered with Megumi. Inside was quite dark and filled with mirrors making it quite confusing and scary but Megumi actually seems to enjoy it just when she was about to bumped into a mirror, I pulled