Powder Incense Burner Novels & Stories

he asked. I swallowed. My jaw tightened, looking at the two sets of incenses in front of me. My eyes scanned them. They were both burned. One set of incenses had almost half of each stick burned out. But the other, they seemed to have burned just a little. “I see… two sets of incenses—one almost burned out, and the other… barely,” I responded, still looking at the incenses. Master Brook nodded. “The witness incense doesn't lie, Riven. I have done this ritual way too many times to be unsure,” he said. Then he pointed at the half-burned one. “These are your Luna's incenses. Almost burned out—as should be.”

She held it out for a second, examining it like a sacred relic, and then moved to the fireplace. "Stand back," she warned softly, her voice lowered but commanding. We obeyed, slowly stepping away from the hearth. I watched her knuckles, pale and firm, untie the pouch’s silver cord. A smell drifted out—a sharp, sweet scent of crushed herbs and something richer… like plum wine and rain-soaked roots. With a fluid, practiced motion, she pinched some of the substance between her fingers—a glimmering purple powder—and flung it into the flames.

She couldn’t open it at all since it had been installed with a fingerprint lock! What’s more, there weren’t any vents or windows in there! Sure, she could break the thin walls or door, but that would surely wake the man up… Damn it all! Just as she was wondering how to proceed with all this, she smelled a familiar scent… one that belonged to an aphrodisiac…! Looking around, she quickly realized that the man had placed a tiny incense burner in the corner of the room! And it was lit!

The scent rises fast and sharp, coating the inside of her mouth even though she keeps her lips closed. She sets the jar on the wooden counter that runs the length of the room. The countertop is scarred with rings from hot cups, gouges from knives, a dark stain near the corner that looks like old wine or something thicker. She takes a handful of the flowers, spreads them on the wood, and crushes them with the heel of her hand. Petals and stems break into fine particles that stick to her skin like soot. She scrapes the powder into a shallow wooden bowl, then turns to the copper pitcher in the corner—dented on one side, its handle wrapped in leather that has gone soft with age. She pours water

This time, it was an exquisite palace-style incense burner. Because of Scott buying the handbag for Annabelle, Julissa was in a bad mood. She didn’t even bother to pay attention to the item descriptions, just hearing the host mention the incense burner, she teasingly said, “Why would Mr. Nichols buy an incense burner? Are you planning to chant sutras or something?” Scott looked at her with a smile. “I’m planning to put it in our bedroom.” “In the bedroom? Why?” “I’ve been sleeping poorly recently, and I heard some incense can help with relaxation,” he cleared his throat and grabbed Julissa’s hand, smiling. “Of course, it can also spice things up.”

Further back in the shop, past a narrow, winding aisle choked with hanging dreamcatchers and unsettling talismans, a vast and surprising assortment of essential oils filled a cavernous alcove. Their glass bottles gleamed faintly, holding liquids of unnatural hues, swirling purples, murky greens, and opaque blacks. Beside them there were countless types of incense, arranged in imposing bundles and delicate sticks, each labeled with cryptic symbols. Accompanying these were diverse models of elaborate burners and holders, crafted from dark, heavy materials, designed to hold and burn the incense.

Following the shop name printed inside, I managed to track down the online store of the seller. Unexpectedly, the store was empty, there was not a single item for sale. I had no choice but to tap on the customer service icon at the bottom of the page. I cautiously sent a message. [User2345: Hello, may I ask if the incense burners in your store are still available for purchase?] It was half past eleven at night, but to my surprise, the customer service replied quickly. [Satanic Shop: Hello dear, the products in our store can only be purchased with a strong desire. It seems we’ve detected that you don’t have a wish you truly long to fulfill.]

Molly glanced at Sean briefly before looking back at the herbs she had pounded. Then, she eyeballed the dosage, "This is a relaxing incense. I added herbs to it. Molly quickly explained Sawyer's medical condition before speaking again. "Burning this before his sleep can relieve the nerve pain that he's been experiencing. It'll also improve his sleep quality," she said as she poured the powder onto a special type of paper. Then, she rolled up the paper and sealed it. That way, burning the incense would not affect the herbs within.

he said waving her away. Rowina took out a small leather sack from her pocket and started emptying a strange-smelling silver powder in a line around them in a rough circle, muttering something Rex did not understand while doing so, on the few occasions Rex attempted to ask her about her actions, she raised a finger to stop him, once the circle of powder was completed, she stood next to Rex and snapped her fingers igniting the powder into incandescent blue flames and looked around like she was expecting something to happen.

There were about six of them, so I lit every one of them. There were twelve incense sticks placed in front of the candlestands. I lit the whole twelve as well. Once the whole twelve were ignited, I then gently extinguished the flame, blowing it out gently. The scented smoke from the incense helps flush away the stale smell from the room. Turning to face the now-lighted room, I stuffed my hands into my pockets, taking a long glance at the two silver coffins that lay on an elevated surface built with large stones. This was where I came for cleansing. This was a place I came to renew my strength. It was also a place I came for meditation, like right now as my mind is shattered into a million pi