Magical Incense Novels & Stories

“Fragrance? I rarely use any.” “It’s a very faint lotus scent. Subtle, but refined,” Miranda explained, pointing to his sleeve. “See? It’s coming from there.” Lotus? Reginald’s face changed slightly. He quickly pulled up his sleeve and sniffed. Sure enough, a delicate lotus scent lingered there—so light it was almost undetectable unless you were paying close attention. It helped that there were no competing odors on this upper floor; otherwise, it would've gone unnoticed. Thinking back, he’d come here directly from that place—no one else should have caught it. He let out a small sigh of relief and said, “Oh, that’s a handmade incense. If you like it, I can bring you some next time.”

But when I got there I felt a negative vibe on the man's shop and decided I should instead cast a banishing spell on all negative energy away from the shop. "I will need four black candles, onyx or loderstome or magnetized iron, frankincense or sandalwood incense stick. I need this ingredients to cast the spell, so please get them. I will start the ritual by midnight." I said to the man and he nods his head and exit his shop, while I waited for his return. The man was able to get me the four black candles, onyx, and sandalwood incense stick. I waited till midnight before starting with the ritual of cleansing his shop of all negative energy.

" What are you still waiting for James? Take a seat “ Veena inquired and I took a seat beside her. The pack Shaman entered into an inner chamber and returned with two Incense sticks,a cinnamon herb, some enchanted salt and a bowl of mystic elixir. He formed a large circle with the salt and mounted the incense on the west and eastern pole of the circle. He lit the incense on and crushed some cinnamon herb and sprinkled it into the mystic elixir and stirred. He instructed me to sit in the circle while he sat across from me. Our fingers intertwined and he began to chant in strange words that echoed through the room.

He hurriedly added, before I could pick up the hammer. “Even the assistant, I haven't seen their faces. They were always cladded in dark-pure robes from head to toe. When they supplied the magic to us, one would stand at the door, the other will be the one to supply the magic according to the amount we paid.” He explained. “And how do you get the magic in you? Does it come as a substance or what?” Dimitri asked this time. “In a purple smoke. If you purchase little, you'll be absorbed in small purple smoke. If you purchase many, the larger the smoke. The smoke appears from a seed they drop on the ground.” He revealed.

They were very powerful, and could all sorts of magic but a vine could keep them bound. After this was completed, he went ahead to put the three items in their correct manner. The drop of water right under the incense container with the dry bamboo trunk right where the incense was burning. The water signified their affinity with liquid, the incense was a smell they couldn’t resist and coupled with the smell of dry bamboo, it was like an irresistible guilty pleasure. “Just a few minutes more”.

Magical Water: is a water used for purification eg Holy water. Spell book: it contains recipe, spells, incantations for healing and protections. Healing Potions: it's a concoction made to relieve instant pain. it's also made from herbal extracts. Oracle cards: use for divination and gaining insight into the person's condition and the best course of treatment. Magical Fabric: like wool, cotton and silk used for creating healing talisman, poppet or binding spells. and last but not the least... Her Ancient Staff: Her main tool for channeling and focusing her intentions in the Magical glow eminating from the staff.

Pure, unadulterated life, capable of melting dark magic and erasing curses with a single drop of their blood. The scent of crushed white lotus and golden incense filled the silk-draped chamber of her sanctuary, thick and heavy enough to drown out the cold, metallic stench of my own wolf. High above the marble arches, the stars hung like calm, eternal lanterns, reflecting off crystal pools in shades of pearl and gold.

It was glowing green. “Morning.” He greeted me with a smile. My palms began to sweat. My mom was holding a scroll glowing with a darker green. She was reading something. She muttered a word under her breath and dad stepped out of the way. Mom thrust her hand forward and the blue ball floated and it tried to get out of the grip. Its flame was slowly burning out. My mom screamed an incantation and she fisted her hand. The ball disappeared in a thin smoke. “Morning, dear.” My mom said putting the scroll down. I felt my skin burning. She turned to dad.

I'll just work hard so I can survive every trial waiting ahead of me. I fell asleep as my mind explore deeper down the memory lane. The next day, I wore a simple gray legging partnered with a plain blue oversized sweater and a white rubber shoes. I was about to grab a black cap when I heard a knock on my door. Its probably Aeolous, checking if I'm ready to go out. I grabbed the cap that I wanted and put it on my head. I did not bring anything since the door is magic locked. The door handles recognizes my magic so it automatically opens when it senses my magic. Magic is like out fingerprint and tongue print. Its unique, we have different patterns, no one has the same magic pattern.

The incense burned as it was listed in the book he had purchased over the Internet. Richard's low voice began to speak the chant of summoning. It quavered at first, with a little fear of what he was doing, but as he continued the chant, his voice grew stronger and more determined. The mattress showed signs that something was pressing down on it, at first. Then there was the slight sweet smell of roses and honey. Richard continued to chant, keeping his mind on what needed to be said, down to the exact syllables. The slightest mistake would make this whole event a disaster.