Smoke Symbolism Novels & Stories

) Red smoke rose from the bowl and circled around Maddie and Raven, split in two, and changed color. Maddie got the purple smoke, the color of spirituality, it circled around her, slowly at first and faster and faster. She inhaled everything. Then it reappeared and disappeared back into the shell. It took her love for Raven with it. Raven got white smoke, which stood for forgetting, it circled around him like a snake. He took a deep breath and inhaled the white smoke. It took a while for it to reappear and also disappear into the fire bowl. It quenched his ability to love.

She pushed through more Night Ridge Pack soldiers blocking their path, using fists and kicks, before hastening into the woods, dragging Gabriel along. Looking back, she saw the Onyx Pack's main hut ablaze. Flames licked at the structure, growing larger and consuming it entirely. Black smoke billowed into the sky, forming a familiar pattern of golden and gray strings around the smoke—a traditional symbol marking the death of a pack.

And afterward, the three of them continued eating quietly beneath the warm golden glow of the lanterns. ******* The Old Seer's eyes remained tightly shut as he sat cross-legged at the center of the room. Candles surrounded him from every direction, their flames flickering violently despite the absence of wind. Dark smoke slowly began rising from beneath him. The smoke circled around his body like living shadows, twisting and hissing softly as strange symbols glowed briefly across the wooden floor beneath him. The Old Seer's breathing deepened and auddenly, the smoke surged upward violently and swallowed him completely.

There was this gut feeling I had that told me all hell would break out soon. Aeryn’s wolf looked at me, seeing us move back, and her wolves joined us. But just a second too late. All around them, smoke began forming. Even my soldiers that were farther away began coughing and shifted back into their humans. ‘Who can still mindlink?’ I asked, knowing exactly what was in that smoke. The more wolfsbane these soldiers inhaled, the more they would lose their connection to their wolves and pack, albeit temporarily. Through the smoke, I saw people in gas masks coming towards us. "Get out of there! Hide behind the fucking trees!" I shouted at anyone who could hear me.

The apartment building arrived at the end of the approach and I was out of the car before the driver had completed the stop, moving through the entrance with the specific purpose of someone who had assessed the situation and understood that assessment was finished and action was what the moment required. I smelled the smoke at the second floor landing. Not the smoke of something burning in the ordinary sense, not food or electrical fault. The specific quality of something that had a purpose, the kind of smoke that came from a specific material being used for a specific function. I took the remaining stairs differently.

As they got back on their feet they found themselves standing on thick smoke.The smoke was dark in places and in other it was white. It was very difficult for them to look at each other. "It is better if we keep our eyes closed" Said Xie "cut off a piece of your garment and blindfold yourselves. The smoke ahead might even be toxic. Be on your guard. Use your intuitions. " He adviced.

~~~~~~Kyra's Dream~~~~ Smoke...gray and thick, so thick I can barely see ahead of me. The world around me is consumed by it, a choking haze. My eyes are itchy and watering, and my throat is sore and scratchy. The smoke claws at my lungs and stings my eyes. My breath is ragged and shallow, the acrid smell of burning wood and charred earth filling my nostrils. My vision is a blur of shifting shadows, and no matter where I turn, the smoke only seems to grow thicker, obscuring everything.

ELENA’S POV The smoke was everywhere now, thick and black and choking, filling the hallway like poison gas. I pressed my sleeve over my mouth and nose, trying to breathe through fabric that was already saturated with the acrid chemical smell. Gasoline smoke. It was different from wood smoke—sharper, more toxic, burning my lungs with every breath. The heat was rising fast, radiating through the walls, turning the hallway into an oven. Sweat ran down my face, stinging my eyes.

my wolf said, deep in thought. “What is that?” I asked. “At least now we know that all our problems are stemming from our pack. The person or people who want us dead are in that pack, but there is an accomplice in the father’s pack,” she replied. “Yes. The person who set the house on fire after they died,” I nodded silently. “But why the fire? Why did they have to set the house with them in it on fire? I am starting to think that the fire is a symbol of something.” My forehead creased. “Those rogues that killed us in our past life could have killed us any other way, but they chose to set us on fire. And that… that is not usual,” I muttered quietly.