Black Smoke Monster Novels & Stories

He fell quiet, tears spilling anyway. I worked quickly, though my hands trembled. I forced Bahar’s jaw open, pried her mouth wide with my fingers, and pressed three hard pumps into her chest. Once. Two. Three! Her body jolted, and with a horrible cough, black smoke erupted from her lungs. It poured from her mouth like tar, but within it shimmered faint threads of light — stolen essence, the last fragments of the women. The threads of light frees themselves from the black smoke, twisted violently, then split, rushing like strains of liquid water back across the room.

Not only had he picked the right mate. He would be rid of this witch soon. Then Maddox would be able to show Camille how much he appreciated her. “May the shadows rise. May the shadows be their demise.” A black wolf made from mist with red glowing eyes appeared and charged for him. Maddox snapped at the smoky wolf’s neck and it just evaporated around his fangs and reformed. But when the smoky wolf jumped on his back, he was knocked to the ground like twenty shifters had slammed into him.

How the hell did that happen? Having no time to process these sudden unexpected mind link powers, I ran and jumped as high as I could muster, at the nearest tree. Clinging onto a branch with all my strength I managed to climb up on it before the rogue beneath me attempted to pull me down. Seconds later the rogue was shot dead by someone in the bushes opposite. I screamed in panic but then out jumped Ben and Daniel in their wolf forms along with a few of the warriors. Ben's wolf was beautiful, thick black fur and and he was extremely strong. Taking down the remaining rogues easily in a matter of seconds. We were finally safe but Ben was furious to say the least. They quickly changed back to

But as he neared the edge of the forest, a chilling darkness swept across his path. Black smoke, thick and unnaturally cold, coiled before him like a living entity. It slithered through the trees, blocking his way, its tendrils writhing as if savoring the moment. Magnus skidded to a halt, his senses screaming danger. He tried to push forward, but the smoke surged at him, enveloping him in an icy grip. The darkness weighed on him, draining his strength and suffocating his thoughts. He could barely move; it was as though invisible chains bound him in place.

It didn’t behave like any liquid I’d ever seen. It hissed as it touched the ground, thickening into a tar-like sludge. It writhed and moved, slithered, like it had a mind of its own. A sudden bubble burst at its center, releasing a foul smoke that twisted into the air with a shriek I felt rather than heard. Then, as if it had never been, the black ooze dissolved, vanished into the stone like it had never existed at all. I stood still, heart pounding, the remnants of the stench still clinging to my lungs.

Still fighting, even though her body had given up moving. Magnus raised his weapon. “Wait…” I started. Kiera screamed. Not a scream of pain like before. This was different… raw, primal, a sound of absolute anguish mixed with something that might have been triumph. Her back arched violently one final time. Her mouth opened impossibly wide, and black smoke poured out. Not the small puffs from the cracked artifact, but a torrent of darkness that flooded from her throat in a continuous stream. The smoke rose into the air, writhing like it was alive, like it was trying to find a way back into her body. But the artifact blazed bright again… brighter than before, pure white light that seemed to bur

"It's Aradaa." The beast let out a sound. Not a growl. A vibration that rattled my teeth. It leaned in. Its snout—or where a snout should be—was inches from my face. I could smell the void. Cold. Old. Like a basement that hadn't been opened in a century. "You're in there." I pressed my palm against the shifting black smoke of its chest. "I know you're in there." The monster’s head tilted. The white pinpricks of fire in its eyes pulsed. For a second, the smoke thinned. I saw a patch of skin. A scar. The one he got when we were ten and he tried to jump the ravine.

" He said that taking Sally behind him. The others make a circle, their back on each other. They were all wary and alert. Soon, three of the blue eyes creatures appeared before them. Their smoky black figure was really disgusting. They looked like shadows while not shadows at the same time. They had solid bodies. "What are these things?" "We call them smoky. They are very aggressive and difficult to kill. We have used all the weapons, but nothing could kill the,m, but the fire could scare the nott for long." Patrick said, looking around them, grasping his gun tightly. Laughing lightly, Max turned to Patrick turning into a huge fire ".. Fire, you said.." Patrick didn't see that coming. He was

her blood boiled at the side comment and she’ll be in her limit if she heard more corny puns from that monster What the fuck is wrong with this monster? I already met a bunch of infuriating assholes but his intelligence for a monster is useless and fucking irritating at the same time… who would have thought that he will fly that high and distance himself! My attack can’t reach the MF “What’s happening?” noticing the decease of smokes, Lich’s eyes wandered and find Christian

Oberon choked out, his voice distorting into a chorus of scratching whispers. Suddenly, a blinding explosion of pitch-black, corrosive smoke erupted directly from Oberon’s chest. The dark fae miasma shot outward like an oily tidal wave, hissing violently as it hit the air. Kazan roared in frustration as the acid smoke burned his eyes and seared his forearms, forcing even the mighty Alpha to take a half-step back and shield his face. Sam coughed violently at the threshold of the bunker, raising his arms to block the dense, blinding shadows that completely swallowed the hallway.