Magical Incense Novels & Stories

A sentence spoken the way executioners speak a name: calm, final, and already happening. He shut his eyes, drawing a careful breath through his nose, tasting ash and incense and old magic on the air. The throne room still carried the echo of Adelaide’s heat—gold-laced fire threaded through the heavier scent of brimstone and iron that always clung to Apollo. The incense sat sweet and rotten at the back of his tongue, as if heaven’s perfume had been burned and scraped into the air as punishment. The old magic had a metallic edge, like blood on a coin.

Almost immediately, a strong waft of medicinal fragrance started spreading throughout the entire room. Elizabeth took a deep breath, feeling that an invisible weight had been lifted off her chest. It made her feel more energized and awake. "What's this amazing thing?" she asked curiously. "I made the incense myself. It has calming properties." Once Yvonne was done packing her stuff, she got ready to leave. Elizabeth quickly called out to her from behind. "Um, t—thank you." She'd mumbled the last two words quickly and softly, as though she'd found it difficult to utter them.

So he started searching its bag for any anti-spells portions while the Centaur’s arrows were randomly flying towards their direction without hitting anyone in one in particular. Dike finally found the portion that can be used to destroy enchantment on the Centaur. This portion is made of some special leaves that destroy divinations and enchantments. The oracle gave them in case if a spell was cast on any of them by any witch or mysterious creature during their journey. So the first time they are to use the anti-Spell was on a Centaur though they still have a long journey to go. Some of the warriors argued that it would be a waste of their portion to use it on the Centaur when they could just

Finally we reached his lovely house, it was a beautiful house with wooden walls and roof just like I had in my world such a wolf taste even though there was nothing extraordinary about the house and green plants in front of his house but when he opened the main door of his house a whip of scent came inside my nostrils and I inhaled a deep breath, I could sense a strong scent of werewolves, not just one werewolf but two different werewolves. Lucky me!

“Master Tobias will read us the letter.” Julian’s promise managed to send them back to sit. The room calming then turned quiet. It was like a cue for Master Tobias to start reading the letter. “Irina, I hope you and Lucas are perfectly fine. Well, I write this letter under the watch of your father. He is still reluctant but I managed to convince him. Let’s get to the point, as I promised you that I’ll find a way to help you. We went back to the past again, me, your father, and Elder Mory, to see a young alchemist. Turn out, there is a way, although no guarantee but I think you should try it. Instead of spell, you can try potion. It’s called the green morning, made from the essence of green m

"This isn't a bacterial infection, it's not an allergy. It's not something I know medically. None of the medicines I prepared are responding." Hessel frowned, his fingers gripping the edge of the table. "The black scent—there's the aroma of burning resin and a small sea of sulfur, but there's something else… like a sharp, sweet smell—belladonna mixed with honey. That… isn't a sign of ordinary poisoning." He took a breath, then added, "This is the mark of high-level black magic."

“I have an idea!” I turned on my heel and sprinted back into the castle, my slippers slipping against the marble floor as I flew up the stairs. Every thud of Lucian’s beast behind me rang in my ears. Every roar reminded me that he could hurt someone—anyone—unless I found a way to reach him. I burst into my chamber and flung open the wooden box tucked beneath my bed. The incense. The high priestess had given it to me months ago. I’d used it every day to pray for Lucian’s return. It was imbued with sacred energy—moonblessed, she said. A bridge between soul and spirit.

How is it? "The incense is the problem. There's some hallucinogen in it, which will induce hallucination in humans. The climate here is very special. It's damp all year round. Once the incense is ignited, it will produce chemical reactions with the humidity in the air. So people will think that their hallucinations are real. In addition, this is the ancestral temple, which means that the windows and doors are generally closed all the time. Therefore, its effect will be stronger here." "At this moment, Wisdom seemed to have transformed into an entirely different person. He was somewhat different from his silent appearance before. When he talked about medicine, he was eloquent and dazzling."

Alina controlled her giggle. "It's not a party but a small traditional ritual where they will serve the guests food and the priest will conduct a small event to cast the evil eyes" Alina told them about the function in one line. They have dressed up in a cool dashing western-style whereas the function is extremely traditional and everyone is dressed up according to that.

“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