Smoke Symbolism Novels & Stories

Ronan's Pov it's not the small controlled smoke of something contained or a chimney or a burn pit, but wide and dark and rising in three separate columns from three different points along the eastern perimeter, the kind of smoke that meant structures, that meant fire that had been set deliberately and had been burning long enough to commit.

The club suddenly filled with thick smoke. Coughs erupted all around, spreading fast. People stumbled, choking, their laughter turning into panic. The man behind Serena gagged harder than the rest, clutching his throat as the air grew heavy. And in the smoke ,silver eyes burned. Serena froze mid-dance, her heartbeat slamming in her chest. The air carried something she recognized instantly. That scent of jasmine and burning wood. Her mind spun, the haze of alcohol breaking for just a second. She turned slowly toward the source, blinking through the mist.

My brothers and I moved in sync, our senses sharp, scanning for our next target. Then we saw it, a sinister plume of smoke curling into the dusky sky. Against the deepening orange of the evening, it looked stark, ominous, like an unspoken warning. Smoke in the forest wasn’t normal. The acrid scent carried on the breeze hinted at something worse: destruction. I exchanged a tense glance with my brothers, their eyes reflecting my own unease. Whatever was burning wasn’t just the forest. “Let’s move,” I said firmly, my voice cutting through the quiet. There was no room for hesitation.

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.

The scent of smoke returned to Kaer Nyx. But not the smoke of burning villages or war camps, the kind that still lingered in the stones after battle. Nor the cruel reek of scorched flesh or collapsing keeps. No, this was older. Sharper. More spectral. A scent that curled through memory, not air. It reminded Elara of prophecy, of ink ignited by forbidden flames, of truths written only to be destroyed. It smelled of things never meant to be found.

The smoke darkened, streaks of red twisting through it. Orun waved his staff through the air, slicing symbols into the smoke itself. “Per sanguinem et spiritum…” The smoke changed again. Blue. Then green. Each color carried its own pressure, its own emotional weight. The blue pressed cold fingers against my temples, whispering of grief and loss. The green felt wrong, sour, invasive, like rot creeping beneath healthy skin. Hailey whimpered softly beside Aria. Quinn clutched her sister’s arm so tightly her knuckles turned white. Even Daxton had gone still, his earlier anger replaced by something closer to dread.

Her eyes slowly and sighed, muttering some words to herself before making her way through the crowded room, her eyes scanning the faces and around the club until she spotted a door marked "Private" “There's got to be something there” she whispered and with a deep breath, Alison pushed open the door and slipped inside. The room was dimly lit, and characterized by thick smoke, emanating from Cigarettes. “Why would people even smoke this much?” She thought as her eyes adjusted slowly to her surroundings. But why was there smoke in an empty room, or well…so she thought. Her eyes began to look around the room, and she saw rows of filing cabinets, each drawer labeled with cryptic symbols, and in e

She scoffed. She turned around and pointed to some red roses. "Outside the dark forest, red roses may signify love. But in the dark forest, it signifies danger. Smelling those red roses will make your tongue swell and lower your breathing. As a human, you know what that could to you." she explained before walking forward again.

she asked with a wrinkle of her nose. It smelled weird, like something that belonged in a Twoleg dump as her mother had described them. "That is grass," Frost purred. "It doesn't smell bad, it just looks different because you have never seen grass." Smoke and her siblings looked at Frost as if she had grown wings. This whole idea of staying in a nest had sounded fun at first, but now Smoke wasn't sure. "Come on, we're going inside," Frost murmured.

Eerily so. Damon stood and inhaled deeply. Looking at Daniel, he confirmed what they all saw coating the sky. “Smoke,” they said in unison. And just like that reality robbed them once again. She pushed Daniel to the side and stood from their makeshift love nest. Columns of black smoke stained the wide expanse of blue sky. It climbed higher, spreading. “That’s not right. There’s something different about that smoke.” She was no firefighter, but the smoke was grayish, there was darkness about this smoke and the way it choked the air.