Smoke Wolf Novels & Stories

Harvey’s POV As soon as I saw those assholes hands on Nova Echo immediately took over. Neither of us was happy about anyone touching Nova, especially with harmful intent. But it was more intense for Echo. While I may still have my reservations about her being half Hunter, that were even stronger now that I saw she uses their weapons, Echo was different. Echo is a wolf not a human. Therefore to him it doesn’t matter what kind of creature she is. All that matters to him is that Nova is his Mate and someone tried to harm his Mate.

Oh my god the pain was insane. WHY ARE YOU HURTTING NOW I am trying to take my shirt off. I tell the wolf mentally. This was crazy. I was talking to a wolf in my mind. STOP THAT AND REST. I am being treated. I will once it's done. With that I am just met with Growling from him. He was a cranky sort. “What is the deal with the black wolf?” I asked Alex. She must know something. “What?” She turns around. Wait maybe she didn’t She was looking at me like I was crazy. Was I about to be tossed in a mental hospital.

"NOW!!" We jumped out of the way as Jacob dropped the two large smoke bombs to the ground floor. Immediately, thick white fumes filled up the air, temporarily blinding the wolf vision of the army of werewolves. I knew it would affect them more because they were transformed fully and I was grateful things were going according to plan.

The smoke from the blasted gate hadn’t even fully cleared before the first rogue lunged. It was a renegade wolf from the Shattered Alliance, already half-shifted into a grotesque, asymmetrical bipedal beast. His eyes burned with an unstable, drug-fueled red, foam dripping from a jaw filled with mismatched, jagged teeth. He carried the rancid, biting scent of a packless outcast—a smell that made Astrid’s inner wolf recoil in pure disgust before rising up to unleash its own blinding fury.

I screamed, "Help! Somebody help me! there's a werewolf trying to eat me up! help!" The werewolf came closer to me and sniffed me suspiciously. Its fur seemed to have grown longer and longer since I last saw it. When it stepped closer its long muzzle brushed mine. I shrieked in horror and jumped backwards, my back hitting something cold and soft. A hand grasped at my wrist and I tried to shake it off. "Stop struggling! You'll injure yourself worse!" Someone shouted and the grip on my wrist released. My breath hitched as the smell of smoke filled my senses and I looked up. An older male with black hair and blue eyes stood a few feet in front of me, his back facing me.

The smoke that emanated from the fire was definitely not the usual smoke, River knew that. It danced around them, coiling and twisting like a living serpent. As it brushed against River's skin, a strange sensation washed over her. It was a feeling that was both ancient and familiar. It was a primordial scent that sent shivers down her spine. And, it was the unmistakable scent of wolf.

A smile spread across my face in fulfillment. I shut my eyes, prepared to embrace the inevitable, but suddenly, the air around me was filled with a captivating scent of vanilla and cinnamon. A strange sense of familiarity washed over me, and my dispirited wolf suddenly came alive. I opened my eyes at once, and the first person they landed on was the mysterious man I had encountered while being dragged to the stake. In that moment, my wolf screamed, "Mate!"

I watched him smile deviously as the paper darkened till it was nothing but a pile of ash and warmth. He brought it to my nose and told me to perceive it. I tried, but it smelled like nothing. Nothing at all. Then it clicked to me. “Wolves can’t perceive once it is burnt, they can’t perceive burnt things, they only know it is burnt but you can’t perceive it.” “Alden, you are a genius!”

HUNTER POV The blue fire didn't just burn; it hissed like a nest of disturbed vipers, consuming the oxygen in the clearing at a terrifying speed. The smoke was thick and suffocating, stinging my eyes and scraping against the back of my throat. My wolf was pacing frantically within my mind, his usual arrogance entirely replaced by survival instinct. "The path back to the camp is completely cut off," he warned, his voice echoing sharply over the roaring flames. "If we stay here, the smoke will drop us before the fire even touches our skin."

Ash coughed as the smoke entered his nostrils. Fuck! “Get out of here. We will go after Tyler.” I told him, and he ran away from the smoke as fast as possible. I just hoped that Stephan was safe. I couldn’t see or smell Tyler anymore. The smoke was veiling everything. So this was his tactic. I smirked. He was stupid if he thought that this could stop my trained warriors. I turned to my left and heard loud snarls and growls of wolves who were charging towards Tyler’s army without letting the smoke stop them.