Naruto Smoke Novels & Stories

I didn't like that. Darius took out a small bag of medicinal herb incense and burned it in a stone bowl. The white, aromatic smoke filled the cell, colliding violently with the residue of dark magic, which detached itself from Jayden's body in a thin, black swirl, like burnt oil. Jayden screamed, a hoarse, painful sound. Nira felt every fragment of darkness leaving her mate. When the black smoke disappeared, Jayden was exhausted, but his face took on a more natural color.

The sharp, acrid scent of tobacco smoke hung heavy in the air. Silas never smoked. In all the months I had lived under the Schmidt roof, surrounded by their violence and their secrets, I had never seen him touch a cigarette. He only reached for it when he was completely cornered by his own mind, using the bitter smoke to mask a vulnerability he couldn't control. Right now, I could tell he was smoking just to stay strong. He was clinging to the burning ember, forcing his muscles to lock down because he didn't want to shatter in my presence.

After locking her bedroom door, Morana ran inside and forcibly pulled the nightstand beside her bed, where she kept the cigarettes that Quirino had confiscated. With trembling hands, she lit the cigarette and inhaled deeply the nicotine that temporarily numbed her mind. A moment later, a thin layer of smoke appeared between her parted lips and filled the air. In an instant the entire room of Morana's room was filled with the smell of tobacco from the cigarettes that Morana burned. The white smoke was very painful to the eyes, enveloping Morana's body, who sat limply beside her bed while her eyes stared at the sky- blue ceiling of the room.

"Kiema, how did you know that it was Smoke talking to you and not Taryk?" I asked as we watched the camera footage of Scarlet's memories again. Scarlet had gone off with the twins to do some hugging and holding. I couldn't blame any of them. "Smoke was talking to me in my head. Not really full thoughts like they would have been with Taryk, but more just grunts with cue words." "And that's not Taryk how?" Lukas asked with a smile.

And that seemed to be the case with Nathan. Kelsey blew out a cloud of smoke from her cigarette that she occasionally had after sex. There was something pleasurable about the tobacco smell in her mouth and the puff of thick smoke in and out of her lungs. She laid on Nathan's bed naked, tangled in the white linen as she filled the room with the mist of Marlboro nicotine and tar while relishing the thought of how satisfied she was just a few minutes earlier.

I felt a strange, searing heat, like the weight of his tears could somehow reach me, even in death. After what felt like an eternity, his sobs quieted, and he pulled a cigarette from his pocket, lighting it with a shaky hand. The smoke swirled around his haunted eyes, casting shadows over his sharp, handsome features. As he took a long drag, his gaze fell on my urn, and he froze. "Damn it… I forgot you hate the smell of smoke," he whispered, a bitter, broken smile tugging at his lips. He crushed the cigarette out, the embers sparking and then dying under his thumb.

I ran past the sculpture and down the narrow passage, hearing footsteps behind me but not caring enough to turn around. My vision blurred, making it almost impossible to see clearly or judge distances accurately. I quickly covered my nose when I saw the black smoke moving in sinuous, swirling patterns, almost like liquid darkness. It had a shimmering, oily quality, reflecting the faint light from Stalagtor’s luminescent eyes. Though the smoke was primarily black, it occasionally pulsed with eerie glows of deep purples and greens, hinting at a supernatural energy and ancient magic. Even after covering my nose, it was difficult for me to slow down my breath.

I looked at Lucas who was glaring at me with pure hatred and disgust, and I knew he had no idea what was coming. Suddenly, the air shifted, and the heavy iron gate of the dungeon shattered with a deafening crash. The warriors and Lucas flinched back in fear as the door crumpled like paper, the force of Smoke's presence filled the room like water. Smoke's grip clutched Lucas's neck and he was lifted off the ground with one hand, his feet dangled as he fought for his life. Smoke's glowing eyes locked onto mine. "Are you okay, Venom?" he asked, his voice a deep, primal growl.

“Very well.” She tilts her head to her left. With a flick of her thin, bony wrist, a thick plume of smoke suddenly descends from the sky. I hold my breath as the burning acrid smell fills my lungs, doing my best not to cough. The smoke tightens into an impenetrable coil that blocks out any glimpse of what could possibly be inside. And then, all of a sudden, the smoke clears away. “What is this?” I gasp out in horror.

The nymph had just finished shifting when a spear flew by Ari’s head, her eyes turned orange and she accidentally the nymph on fire. The nymph shifted back in a rush as she let out a blood-curdling scream and frantically tried to put the flames out. Sunama, with her eyes flickering turquoise from her power, doused the fire with water that she called up from the earth. “Great, you gave away our position?” Ari yelled as smoke rose from the nymph. “No, the smoke from the nymph did.” Sunama yelled back, “Because you set her on fire!”