Smoke Wolf Novels & Stories

Leon POV I looked to see a group of men just off behind Hunter throwing smoke bombs into the crowd of wolves. I didn't really think he would risk his own men. What scum. 'Liam!' I shouted through the link as I let out an almighty howl. Suddenly there was a barrage of large bangs, as Liam and a group of men came out from a shack near the line of the forest. The sound was coming from the guns they were firing at the rogue men throwing the smoke bombs.

He landed on the ground a few feet in front of the small wolf with the purple eyes--okay, Raven--and began to roll around, yipping and yelping in pain. “Who wants to be next?” I asked, forming another ball of fire in my hand. The other black wolves looked around as the one I’d hit with the fire finally managed to get the flames out. He pulled himself up to standing, and even though there was a large patch of fur missing on his chest, and the burn was beginning to crust over, he snarled at me, as if to say he wasn’t giving up.

As I pushed open the door, the crisp night air washed over me, carrying with it the haunting cry of the wild. My eyes widened as I realized what I was hearing. It wasn’t the horses in the stables, it was the howl of a wolf, and it was close by the stables and the main house, making me wonder what had caused the animal to drift off. Wolves never came close to humans or cities unless it was lost or potentially hurt. Fear mingled with intrigue as I followed the sound, my eyes looking at the edge of the property. Moonlight bathed the landscape, casting an ethereal glow on the rolling field and towering trees. And there, in the distance, silhouetted against the night sky, stood a lone wolf, grey

The Solar Eclipse Pack was a small pack that consisted of about 500 wolves and 100 of them were warriors. they were located in the rural parts of Virginia, more specific closer to Marion, Virginia. They have been fighting other packs around them for months,because they were the smallest pack of the packs around them. Those fight were more for territory over anything else. The strongest of any of the packs around them was the Blood Lust pack. All they cared about was power and territory.

It was a perfect combination. "My pleasure," I purred with contempt as I eyed my prey. The prisoner's head hung low, his malnourished body unable to withstand the poison that even the smell of his urine couldn't hide. Wolf's bane and liquid silver in low doses did wonders to subdue a wolf. Their beast would be put to sleep, and they would lose any connection they had to their pack... if they had one.

He could not distinguish the members of his pack from the other wolves fighting, but knowing they were present was enough to make his stomach tangle in knots. The wolf lunged. Fire flared at his fingertips. He aimed his palms at the wolf, thrusting his hands forward so the flames licked through the space between them, roaring from his soul and catching alight as it touched the wolf’s muzzle. It shot back, yelping and yowling, but it was too late. Smoke poured up its nostrils and fire engulfed its head. It bucked and twisted, howling helplessly, desperately, but a moment later it fell to the ground, its body echoing with pain but completely and utterly still.

My eyes widened in disbelief as my mouth dropped open, "hellhounds!? Like the ones that were created by Hades? God of the Underworld?" Axil nodded gravely, his eyes flashing with pain briefly before he willed it away. I've read this in an old history book when I was about nine years old, I think. Wolves were basically the living version of a hellhound. When a wolf dies, their soul is sent to the underworld. Hades saw the potential in their souls and created his own version, which he called hellhounds.

Takoda is always the reasonable one. I nod, looking down at him. My black wolf is the largest anyone in the pack has ever seen, even larger than my father’s. “It will take us out of the way a bit, but I think it’s important that we see what is going on.” With nods from the others, we head that way. The closer we get, the more intense the scent is until we can see towers of smoke pouring over the horizon.

The only thing that differed was our perception of Jasmine's link to the Dark. For the Pictorians, the Dark was a thin ring of dark smoke around their bodies. The smokey ring around their bodies was a symbol of the magic that aids their wolves. For a typical Pictorian wolf, the smoke is grey. Rukky told me that Stasia's minions would have darker clouds.

I don't have time to lay down. Three hours later, the wolf, already cheerful, ran up to the house on the edge of the camp. He threw things out of his mouth, looked around and threw himself over as a man. The beast was unhappy, although this is putting it mildly, he was angry: he did not feel the smell of Leah. Most likely put on the artifact again. I also winced in displeasure, but this is probably for the best: talking to her and inhaling her alluring smell would be problematic, to put it mildly. Having dressed, he went into the house, from the bowels of which the appetizing smell of pastries. Went to the kitchen. - Hi.