Smoke Wolf Novels & Stories

Purple smoke gushed out, curling and slithering into the wolves at the gate. The moment it touched them, they convulsed. Their eyes glazed, and their lips pulled back in crazed snarls. And then, with a sickening crack, they turned against us. Other wolves, realizing the danger, tried to get out of range of the smoke, but by then it was too late. They’d already breathed it in. I choked on a scream as one lunged for his own packmate, his teeth sinking deep into her neck as blood poured from the wound.

But the smoke creature was moving toward the door again, and Jax was on the other side of it. I stepped forward and put both hands into the smoke. The cold of it hit me first, a cold that went past skin and into something deeper. And then my wolf came up without warning, not the slow reluctant response I had expected but a full surge, a snarl that I felt in my teeth and my chest and my hands simultaneously. The smoke recoiled. Not just buckled the way it had with Kael. It recoiled, pulling back from my hands like something burned, the shape losing coherence at the edges, the churning inside it going frantic.

It exploded in a cloud of purple smoke and immediately wolves started choking and collapsing. Wolfsbane gas. Kade shifted faster than she could follow, his clothes tearing as he became a massive black wolf. He attacked the nearest hunter and tore his throat out but there were too many of them, too much smoke, too much chaos. Sage pressed herself against the wall and tried to stay hidden, tried to breathe through the smoke that burned her lungs. Through the haze she saw Marcus near the back of the warehouse just standing there while his packmates fought and died around him.

Soon, the shadows emerged clearly. Wolves appeared, their skin mostly made of bright red fur with darker red lines running along the edges. Their eyes glowed Golden yellow, with a red tint in the middle. As they approached them, the air began to smell like smoke. The Inferno Pack. In front of the twenty wolves was a man in a long, red robe. He looked like he was almost forty, and had a long moustache. His hair was red and was styled to look like flaming fire. Elijah stepped forward with a few warriors, and both Packs met in the middle. There was a crispy earthy tension in the air as both auras collided, and wolves from both sides softly growled at each other.

All of the wolves were having trouble with it. Zane linked me, ‘What the fuck is with this smoke? There’s no fire.’ He wiped his eyes with the back of one paw, but it only made it worse. ‘I think it’s teargas. The kind the military or police use.’ The wolf gagged. ‘Whoever is trying to attack us, is making damn sure they have an advantage.’ Zane snarled at me, grabbed me by the scruff of my neck. ‘I hope to the gods this is not your doing, Necolai! That you’ve brought your enemies to our pack.’

I screamed as tears rolled down my face. It was like never-ending pain as my body shifted and slowly changed. Deep chocolate fur sprang out, my paws finally forming. Gerwulf gently pet me and eased me away from the pain. He smiled and my wolf whined as he pet my snout. 'Mate mate mate!' she screamed in my head. 'Are you sure?' I felt hesitant to accept. 'Of course I'm sure! Can't you smell that?' I took in a deep breath, the most alluring scent hit me. He smelled of smoke and amber. How had I missed it? The pain must've captured my mind so much I couldn't sense it.

"Anyway, the White Wolf's soldiers assigned for the operation later are Team, Simon, Seth, his girlfriend Rose Brandon and her brother, Ash Brandon." "I'm guessing the gay Wolf soldier you're talking about is this Ash?" Alexander said as he went through this Ash profile. White skin and red lips. What a perfect combination! Plus this man had an amazing muscles, abs, and well-built perfectly for him. Not to mention his name is incredibly sexy in his lips. Oh, after five years, he is so going to have so much fun later.

I had sat forward, elbows on my knees. “There was none, Alpha. I had them take me to where the wolf was seen, but there was no scent. What are you thinking? Tricks from witches? Rogue covering their scent?” I shook my head; I’d heard tales in the past, but it wasn’t something I was concerned I would need to face. “I’ve got some ideas. Nothing serious. I’ll investigate it. Thank you, Zaine.” He got up and left my office. A white wolf with glowing eyes. There was only one person in the pack to speak to about this. I mind linked her.

"The blood of the white wolf, when consumed by a witch, gives them the ultimate power boost and the ability to control full blood wolves. I can take over every pack in the US. It will help me control every full blooded Mutt in the states." Naomi was getting really sick of listening to her voice. She didn't know how to shut her up in her current situation but she just knew the second she was free Molly was going to be forced to keep her mouth closed. "Now come here" she said using the invisible bind to pull Naomi and Alex closer to the table.

It was dark, I didn't see any cracks of light. How long was I unconscious? I wondered. 'Are you still there?' I thought at my wolf. 'Yes, but I don't know how long we were out.' She replied. 'Do you know anything useful?' I asked her. 'That disgusting smell is the scent rogues.' I sniffed and instantly gagged. The air was heavy with a noxious odor of rotting meat, stagnant water and a sweaty musk. I heard laughter from a distance and heavy steps approaching. I decided I might be better off pretending to still be unconscious. I allowed my bruised body to slump to the floor. 'Good idea.' My wolf said. The voices grew louder as they approached the room I was in.