Smoke Symbolism Novels & Stories

"But that doesn't matter right now. I just need to know you're okay." "I am." He exhaled, a slow, heavy release, and then his arms wrapped around me—steady, consuming, like he was holding onto both of us at once. "I've got you. That wasn't an accident." My throat tightened. "You think someone—?" "I don't think," he said darkly. "I know." Around us, smoke rose into the sky like a signal. Not of loss, but of war. And the scent returned. It was faint but unmistakable, curling through the air, taunting.

Evelyn The rogue camp was hazy and thick with a scent like blood and smoke. The smell was heavy, coating everything as I passed through. I nearly choked on it the deeper I got into the rogue encampment. The scent of smoke was not the clean kind either. Instead, it was like burning wood in winter. There was a destructive nature to it. This was the kind of smoke that lingered in your clothes, the kind that told you something feral lived beneath the surface as it hazed up the surrounding forest, blurring my visibility. It smelled like it had destroyed something and reduced it proudly to cinders.

What were the odds of that happening? If I had just stayed back and let Blaze go off on his own, would we still be mated? “It’s not the cigarette that I fear that will be the end of me, darling.” I lift my hand, sucking on the tip and taking another long drag from the brown filter. Then, Like a fierce dragon. I blow a cloud of smoke out of my nostrils. Like I've just left a path of destruction in my wake. She waves her hand in front of her face, trying to disperse the cloud of smoke that lingers between us as she coughs.

The fire is roaring like a pride of hungry lions and the house crumbles under it's flames. I imagine him, the taskmaster suffocating to his death. My mouth lifts in a twisted smile. Will he regret his sins? Will he die saying his last prayers? Wincing, I push myself to my feet. The night sky is cloudy with smoke and particles of soot swirl in the air. The pungent smell of sulphur and burning wood dulls my senses and burns my lungs. I need out now, I can't even see in front of me. My eyes sting from the smoke, I'm gasping and sputtering for breath. The air tastes bitter. I'm thankful for the fact that I can still walk, I can still push forward in the enveloping dark clouds.

Fara growls. I sigh, my shoulders dropping. "I don't know," I say. Thick plumes of smoke curl into the sky, the acrid smell burns my nose and makes my eyes water. Small gray flecks fall around us, but I can't tell if it's snow or ash. "Do you see that?" Ash asks, pointing to the trees. My eyebrows furrow. "What?" "The smoke looks like it's moving." He's right. In the most damaged part of the forest, the smoke looks like it's weaving through the trees.

Diego and I stood like some damn frozen ducks, worthless in this fight. *Let the vamps and demons handle them, all others stand still, Shadows orders don’t try to be a hero,* Kendra shouted, over mind-link. Shit that was fine by me, I wasn’t trying to fight a zombie! I wanted to tell her to do something about this smoke, it was filling my lungs and I was certain everyone else was having the same issue. My chest grew tight and even holding my shirt over my face did nothing, it was too thick. “What the fuck is this smoke even,” Diego said, coughing.

- As. Fire among smoke at localized points.

Plenty of people were around me, and they offered me words of comfort. “Don’t be sad, Alania. You’re still young. You can have other children in the future.” “That’s right. This baby was simply not fated to be born. Don’t let this weigh on you.” “Rest well. Getting back on your feet is the most important thing.” I looked around for Jeremy and Joy, and I was just in time to see a flicker of joy in Jeremy’s eyes as he stood at the door. I believe that he was happy that the baby did not make it, since he could still use it as “proof” of me cheating on him.

Their illuminated faces revealed expressions of arousal and lust. Those that were joined chanted and kept the rhythm with the pounding drums that became louder and swept me into the tempo. I tossed my dress and stood at the darkened window, watching the resonant drums pulling at my sex. The bonfire's light becomes more than just a physical glow; it takes on a more profound significance as a beacon of sexual renewal and intimacy. The crackling embers represent the purifying power of fire, burning away past darkness and illuminating the path toward a brighter future.

A soft smile was on his face that quickly disappeared. It was different from the evil smirks or mischievous grins he had most of the time. It was a genuine smile that made his eyes sparkle. I was starting to see what those girls saw in him. "You know shooting stars are meteors, right?" There was a bit of smugness in his voice. I took the last bit of my shawarma, chewing it lightly. "Science ruins everything fun." I sneered. Mikhail pulled out the cigarette, holding it between his fingers. The scent of burnt tobacco and several chemicals, which were unhealthy, lingered. The edges crack lightly as it burns.