Magical Incense Novels & Stories

he called hurriedly putting the money on the counter, and leaving the shop in a hurry. "Granny, what exactly did you give him?" I asked as soon as Mr. Morgan closed the door. "Nettle, lovage, ginseng… and fennel," she smirked. I burst out laughing, realizing that most of them are used for certain male ailments, diminishing masculinity… "But… why the fennel?" I inquired curiously. "Everything comes with the price… As a punishment for desiring my magic, he'll have a lot of smelly winds in his bedroom," she laughed, wickedly.

The incense also released a black smoke that choked or strangled everyone inside by something invisible. The witch priestess smiled devilishly while she admired the result. She put a spell on the incense to emit a black smoke that smelt so strong it would tighten the airways of the persons who inhaled it. Her eyes strayed to Elise, looking triumphant. The teen gasped upon seeing the predicament her friends and brother were in. “Surrender now and I’ll spare their lives, elite seer,” Priestess Nehes advised her quietly—almost calmly.

“This is a Reverse Incense Burner, which is one of the treasures used by the king in the past. No one was allowed to use it without authorization from the king himself. Moreover, the production method for this incense burner has already been lost for generations and it is almost impossible to reproduce the same item today!” As soon as he finished speaking, he motioned for his assistant to light the incense. At this time, the assistant, who was dressed in a cheongsam, carefully dug a handful of incense with a silver spoon before she lit it up. As the white smoke slowly cascaded down the incense burner like a waterfall, the pine cranes on the incense burner looked extremely vivid, as though th

From the outside, it looked harmless — flowers in the window, a small fire’s smoke curling from the chimney. Clara pushed the door open. “They’re not here. Rose invited them for lunch.” I stepped inside first. The room was dark, smelling faintly of herbs and something sweet — too sweet. “Do you smell that?” I asked. She nodded. “Incense.” “Not just incense,” I said, kneeling by the hearth. “Burnt sage mixed with bloodroot. That’s a binding mix.” She knelt beside me, her brows furrowed. “Binding for what?”

The girls had chosen this spot for its energy—a natural convergence point where the earth’s magic pooled like water. Freda lit the black candles with a whispered word, their flames burning unnaturally blue. Pru scattered a circle of salt mixed with crushed obsidian, the grains glittering like crushed stars. Rita laid out the parchment—yellowed with age, borrowed from Gogo’s private stash—and the silver dagger, its blade etched with runes. "Ready?" Freda asked. Rita nodded. Pru grinned.

"I promise to help you with everything I have, Luna." I give her faint smile. "You are really a treasure, Ver." Ver returns the smile but she doesn't stay more. She knows time is short. "I'll be back in two nights if I don't encounter some problems on my way." "Be careful, Ver." I said. "You too, Luna." she said. "And if anything happens before I return, you can burn the white incense in your room. It is made of silver woods and it can help you mask the worst of the scent loss for a few hours."

I didn't have the first clue and a small whine escaped from me as I tried to figure it out. Derek understood my dilemma, "Just relax, take a deep breath, and concentrate hard on being human. The magic should do it automatically." I took a deep breath and tried to picture myself as I looked in the mirror. I put all my will into that thought and concentrated on becoming human. It took me a long moment, but I felt the world begin to melt and shimmer around me. I ended up crouched on the table completely naked.

Everything the latter did, his chaotic walk here and there, his words said loudly, and his professor-like reproaches for the worst mistakes, made Johnny increasingly scared. Elizabeth was happy because Abigail was healthy. She looked at the many display cases with splendid cups won over the centuries by students of Elmbridge School of Magic. The shelves were full of cups of all sizes and all kinds. Gold pyramids, sapphire and red diamond igloo, tower-shaped, silver, larger or smaller, all stood imposing there, proudly presenting, with labels written in gold, how hard they were obtained. Elizabeth managed to see behind Knudlac's desk a lot of objects she didn't recognize. She recognized only

“This will just make you compliant. Obedient. Like the little plaything you always wanted me to be.” I leaned her gently back against the wall. Her body had already gone slack, her eyes unfocused. And now came the show. I moved fast, rearranging the room. I lit the incense burner on the corner table, a special blend I had picked up from an old healer in the mountain packs. It had properties that encouraged openness, heightened touch, and dulled suspicion. Safe in small doses. Potent in closed rooms and they would have forgotten everything by morning. They wouldn't even remember how they ended up in the same bed.

he was talking about was him having his intimate photos with his lovers all over the place, and me remaining unfazed. When they send me used condoms or pants stained with discharge, I should happily accept them. Cade’s cold, dark eyes stared into mine for a long time. Only when he saw tears streaming down my face uncontrollably did he finally release me. He took a piece of gauze from the drawer and approached me, but I pushed him away. "Don’t touch me!" Cade stood up from the bed, his expression unpleasant. "I know you orchestrated all that just to piss me off. To get my attention, you’re willing to embarrass yourself. Why are you pretending like you don't want my attention now?"