Powder Incense Burner Novels & Stories

He raised his brows, dipping his hands into his pants pockets. "Their matrimonial room. He only comes here once or twice a week." I responded in my mum's place, not wanting her to stress any further. "And this incense burner is there?" His questions around the incense burner were becoming quite intense. He turned to me now, indicating that the question was not general. "Do you know what incense this is...Mira?" He inquired and I was hesitant about my response for a while. "Incense of course...a full moon bloom incense." I responded to him, still feeling unsure of my response even when I was sure.

Nineteen: Behind the Glass Zacian POV The burner phone buzzed in my pocket like a hornet, pulling me from the haze of paperwork in my penthouse office. Vegas sprawled out below through the floor to ceiling windows, a glittering cesspool of lights that hid the real rot. I snatched it up. Ryker’s voice crackled through before I could even bark a hello.

I thought . "If it's in the past, don't keep thinking about it." He said softly, "Now, you can also give me something in exchange." Exchange? She pondered, carefully took out a bag of incense that was always with her: "I only have this ..." "Yes, very fragrant, it's the scent of gardenia I like; the pattern is also very beautiful, it's Sweet Pea Guun." He held the incense bag in the palm of his hand, bowed his head slightly.

Opening the stopper, no scent escaped. “This powder is made from a rare mountain herb—ground into a fine dust. It’s colorless and odorless. Just sprinkle a thin layer outside the camp perimeter. If no one crosses it, nothing happens. But if someone breaches the set boundary and it comes into contact with their skin or clothing, it releases a faint scent.” “So faint that people won’t notice? You’re sure they won’t catch on?” Eryx raised a brow.

His thumb brushes the top gently, leaving a clean streak. He hesitates before lifting the lid, his breath hitching slightly. Inside, the contents surprise him. Sticks of incense, neatly arranged in rows, lie tucked in their original compartments. Their colours have dulled, and when he picks one up between his fingers, it feels brittle, as though time has leeched away its vitality. He rubs the stick gently between his thumb and forefinger, a faint residue crumbling away. Flipping the box over, he squints at the barely legible label.

You will be imprisoned indefinitely. Grandma lit the sweet-smelling incense in the room, lighting five of them and placing them on the incense stick stands that had been pushed aside in the room for many years. What is this incense grandma? It has a wonderful aroma. Princess enquired. It's known as "You Are Mine Forever." That is King Solomon's choice. I sat on the throne to relax since I was fatigued. Could you, Princess, lead us in a prayer of thanksgiving to the Divine?

“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.

Wang Minghai said proudly, "This thing is made of the scales of five kinds of high-level spirit beasts. It has a special fragrance that is fatally attractive to the Earth Bear. "And this incense has its own characteristics. After it is lit, it can move according to the will of the person lighting it, so its position can be changed accordingly." Li Mengyao asked doubtfully, "Is this thing really that magical?" Wang Minghai said, "Of course, Your Highness. You will see its effect soon." Then, he said to Li Zhen, "Your Highness, when should we make our move?" Li Zhen said, "You are an expert in this matter. When do you think is the right time?"

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 cannot withdraw my eyes away from his hands. They pulled out a bundle of wood sticks, uh kind of it seemed like chopsticks that he took out with a match box. "These are incense sticks imported from India. Its fragrance can turn you on lol, badly." I chuckled along with him, he burned a dozen of them out of the bundle and the remaining went back in the third drawer of his table.