Smoke Wolf Novels & Stories

’ I tried to calm Smoke down. After several days of research, we discovered a risky but necessary solution to tame Smoke which is the use of Wolfsbane. Wolfsbane is dangerous to wolves, it is capable of weakening wolf’s sense and strength. Wolfbane is the only solution to keep Smoke subdued. Without wasting time, I began injecting small doses of wolfbane into my system. I sometimes I add it to my water and drink while Smoke became weak. Every dose of wolf’s bane in my system made him weaker and I have total control over my action.

“They only react to evil. To corruption. Which, as you know, demons tend to carry like perfume.” He smiled faintly. “Okay,” I replied quietly, unsure whether I was accepting a gift or a burden. He carefully packed the candle and the flower into a plain brown paper bag, folding the top with a strange kind of reverence before handing it to me. I tucked it into the inside of my coat and left the shop, pulling the fur tight around me as I stepped back into the cold air. But halfway home, I felt it my wolf stirred. It was faint, a twitch under my skin, like the brush of wind through tall grass. She hadn’t responded to anything since the Heartstone. Why now? Had something in that shop awoken her?

I don’t need to be reminded. My paws falter as I look off to the side and see smoke rising in the far distance. I slow as I try to see, but being so far away, I can’t tell anything except this fire is massive. The sky is turning hazy from the smoke and the air holds the scent, but as I stop and sniff, there’s a weird smell mixed with what is a normal smell of smoke. I can’t decipher it. ‘Whatever that smell is, I don’t like it, it’s not natural,’ my wolf sends to me.

The wolf knew both to be essential. Smoke in. I closed my eyes, mist swirling. Eyes looking at me. Grey eyes, grey fur. Hints of blacks, browns, and reds in that fur. Bright grey eyes laughed at me. I grinned back. Smoke out, like a song that spread across the sky. I passed the pipe to Dad. I actually heard wolf song in his exhaled smoke. My eyes closed. I heard Dad give the pipe to Mac. Grey Spirit Wolf was running, smoke spinning, the world moving beneath his feet. Life sprung from the ground below his paws. Death came with the snapping of his jaws.

So instead, she could only watch as the Rogue lowered itself, getting ready to pounce on its victim. Mira screamed and scrambled backwards when she noticed the monster inching closer through the blinding smoke. Then like in slow-motion, Nueva could see the wolf lunging forward with its jaws wide open. Everything was happening so slow that Nueva had time to think, why aren't the Rogues affected by the Wolfbane poison?

A howl—deep, unearthly—split the silence. Heratte straightened, dusting herself off. And then— She saw them. Red eyes. Burning through the smoke and darkness. A monstrous silhouette took form, towering, its presence suffocating. Another howl split the night, the kind that made even shadows cower. And Heratte… She smiled. Cracking her neck, she slid her hands into her pockets. “I see… the so-called strongest wolf in history has finally woken up.” She tilted her head, grinning.

Now, for the hard part, his wolf said. He took in a slow and steady breath them reached into his pocket to bring out the smoke bomb. He raised unti the air then threw it hard on the ground and just as he hoped, it landed softly without making a sound. The gaurds at the front looked around in confusion as darkness came over them.

I whined, picking up a sweatshirt with fragility. "Well... because you didn't listen to the warnings and so you brought this upon yourself. Good luck and try to stay alive." Alpha Gray laughed, closing the door to my escape and the door of the big laundry room. Werewolves sweat and blood smell awful than humans because of the supernatural power they hold. But I will surely be dying over this foul smell. "Oh! Look. It's Clara the troublemaker." The beta entered the room, pushing a big trolley filled with another pile of dirty clothes.

The fear screaming from her eyes of the unknown would scar my soul for eternity. In a matter of minutes, a lovely white wolf lay in a puddle of blood and plasma. Esme panted heavily. Her eyes were wary but on mine. “You’re okay, Esmerelda.” A noise from the edge of my property made me look past her. The whole pack stood like sentries watching my mate. Cyrus, the largest grey wolf, stepped towards us and bent his head, revering our newest member.

Lucien muttered. I answered the call and pressed it closer to my ear. “I have something to tell you.” My mother’s trembling voice echoed from the other end of the line. I sat upright on the bed. “And what is that?” “It’s about your father. You didn’t discover your wolf all this time because he cast a spell to keep it hidden. You have a really powerful wolf and he saw you as a threat.” “Wait wait, this is a lot. What are you trying to say?” I asked, my heart pounding in my chest.