Smoke Wolf Novels & Stories

The white wolf watched his mate with pride as she explained to her cousins. The wolves continued to howl until the flames had died down and the last embers were burned out. Carr took Lee's hand, sent his thanks to his pack, and then left with the bereaved families to talk further. As they walked away the owl took flight, calling to his mate in a low-pitched but loud ho-ho-hoo hoo hoo. Carr looked up and smiled at the ghostly apparition as he winged his way across the sky. A good omen.

He looked up at me for a moment, then looked back down. "What I had heard moving turned and made a beeline for me. Out on the trail ahead of me stepped the biggest wolf I had ever seen. Its fur was matted and dirty. It had its ears back and its head low as it snarled." Skye closed his eyes as if reliving that day. "Foam coated its jaws."

Then I turned to human and out on my clothes and headed back down. When I reached my place it was around 7am. I went to take a shower to get off whatever smell of that wolf I had! I immediately ran to my laptop to do a little bit of research about my kind. So whatever was attaching people was that wolf. My parents told me we don't kill human beings. They said they made truce with the humans in order to both survive freely in one world.. But that thing was attacking people.. And it had me wondering it if was like me or just an animal.

"What's that?" "What's what? Oh, the wolf?"

Part 3 "King Andre Bastion Smith, a figure of regal authority and grace, stands as the revered Wolf King, the supreme leader of all wolf packs spread across the vast and diverse expanse of the United States. With deep-set, piercing eyes and a commanding presence, he carries the burden of leadership at the age of thirty-three, though whispers circulate in the shadows about his ongoing quest to find his fated mate. The grand castle they call home, a magnificent structure steeped in history and surrounded by sprawling forests, is not only a residence but also a symbol of their lineage and power. Within its walls, the Royal Smith family continues to live, each member bearing their own legacy of

It seemed, sounded and looked like Lucian, the alpha of the Dark Wolves pack. He was seated on his special throne, popping out large smoke from his mouth as he spoke. He was holding the parejo kingsize cigarette in his right hand, placed between his forefinger and his middle finger of his right hand, inhaling it's contents into his mouth and then puffing out it's smoke to the surrounding air. The smoke filled the air, as the winds took it along with itself and circulated it through the entire room, with some of it's toxic smell penetrating the noses of the guards who stood beside him.

The wolf jumped again towards the Cursed until they were slammed into a tree. Hugo's breath jolted out, his gaze turned angry. Aryadi grunted in front of his enemy's face while sticking his claws into the man's chest. Hugo shouted out once. His body trembled for a moment before yawning and quickly turning into a wolf in red fur. Aryadi the black wolf gave a startled voice. Hugo took advantage of that split second by throwing the wolf Aryadi's body. Aryadi was thrown several fathoms while Hugo stood tall in his form as a wolf proudly.

Then, slowly, it tilted its head. "Come back to me," she begged, voice rising. "I miss you so much. Please...." The wolf hesitated. Its ears flicked toward her. One step. Then another. Nova's breath caught. But then—black smoke spilled in like ink poured into water. It slithered between them, hissing and alive, growing thicker by the second. The golden eyes disappeared behind it. "No...Jax!" she screamed, panicked, like she couldn't breathe. She ran forward, but the smoke slammed into her like a wave. Blinding. Freezing. Drowning.

’ Letting out a growl of determination, I continued to fight, digging my claws into whatever I could until finally, it was just right there. Using the last bit of my energy, I gave a mighty push, ripping free from the vines entirely and standing on my own two feet. Taking a step forward, I prepared to escape, but stopped as dark smoke began to swirl, growing bigger and bigger before disappearing to reveal a large black wolf, whose fur seemed to twitch and sway like the smoke it was formed from. "What?" I hissed, continuing to take the creature in. "What the hell are you?" Instead of responding, the wolf fixed its large red eyes on me and let out a snarl.

Every breath turned to steam before vanishing into the dead air. “Keep tight,” I muttered, my voice barely audible over the crunching beneath us. We were ghosts moving in white hell. Then—a scent. Faint. Bitter. Smoky. Sootshade. A rare herb. Burn it, and wolves can’t pick up shit. That’s what they were using. Smart bastards. I narrowed my eyes. I couldn't see jack through the dense dark. My night goggles flickered for a second—interference. Fuck. Then it moved.