Smoke Wolves Novels & Stories

A rustle of snow. A shadow moved. Then— A lone wolf stepped out of the darkness. Massive. Black fur. Eyes glowing silver. Rylan stiffened instantly. “Not possible.” Kade swore. “That can’t be—” Lyra’s heartbeat tripped. The wolf lowered its head… in a bow. “What is that?” she whispered. Rylan’s voice was barely human. “A sentinel.” Lyra’s breath caught. Sentinels were ancient wolves said to serve only one bloodline—one house. A house believed extinct.

"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.

Not only had he picked the right mate. He would be rid of this witch soon. Then Maddox would be able to show Camille how much he appreciated her. “May the shadows rise. May the shadows be their demise.” A black wolf made from mist with red glowing eyes appeared and charged for him. Maddox snapped at the smoky wolf’s neck and it just evaporated around his fangs and reformed. But when the smoky wolf jumped on his back, he was knocked to the ground like twenty shifters had slammed into him.

Amara's POV The sky had just begun its nightly transformation, bleeding from a vivid sapphire into a smoldering tapestry of gold, orange, and fiery crimson. The usual evening sounds of the pack settling in—the distant barks of pups, the low hum of conversation from the kitchens—were suddenly obliterated by a sharp, acrid scent that assaulted my senses. Smoke. Metal. And something else, something sharp and sour, a distinctly metallic tang that made my wolf, usually calm and centered within me, lift her head, her hackles rising, and emit a low, guttural growl deep in my chest. It was a scent of disruption, of ancient, unsettling malice.

I braced myself, but no amount of preparation could stop the flood of images that hit me. Flames. The forest, once green and alive, was engulfed in a violent blaze. The sky above was black with smoke, the heat of the fire suffocating. I watched as the trees that had stood for centuries collapsed into ash, their mighty forms reduced to nothing. And amidst the destruction, there were wolves—wolves from both packs, Silverclaw and Draven’s, locked in a battle of pure chaos. Their howls pierced through the roar of the flames, cries of pain and anger that chilled me to my core.

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.

— Tolerable. - Not cold? - asked the "snowy", skeptically looking at me from head to toe. Well, yes, I jumped out again in one shirt. I could only smile, because it was impossible to think of a more stupid question. “Have you forgotten that I am a fiery wolf?” I smiled as I tossed out my cigarette butt. “Fiery wolves are not afraid of any frost,” oh yes, he knew, and judging by his face, this was exactly the reaction he expected from me. Stretching, I leaned back against the lantern, feeling some wrong lightness from the conversation.

I could feel it. I was next in line for the position of the Alpha. It was two months till the Carmella, and I'd not yet found my mate. I was going to suffer for being the freak of the Pack. This was a big crime. Anyone who ever happened to pass their eighteenth year without finding their mate, here in the South Pack, was considered an anomaly. They were always banished, while the unfortunate ones ended up being killed. I swallowed hard at the thought. A knock on the door jerked me away from my thought. "Come in," I said in a placid tone, sensing it was my mother. I watched in the mirror as the door swung aside and true to my expectation, it was her.

Dane smiled coyly as he glanced at her 'I'll be damned not to kîll her "he thought angrily The two wolves growled at each other and rushed forward with paws stretching out to scratch and hit whatever it could. The white wolf let out a loud cry when the black wolf got one of his vital points. Her wolf turned pale as blood seeped out. The black wolf seemed to smirk as it produce a small fireball that's a result of a magic trick. This fireball looks unusual cause it's silver instead of the normal yellow and blue colour fire ball always have.