Smoke Wolves Novels & Stories

the voice called out. I looked around, a gasp tearing through me as I found a man standing in the middle of the wolves, his eyes black with blood running down his cheeks. I could see the thin line, the energy that he was drawing from the wolves around him. “Who are you?” He smiled, a crooked dark smile that felt unhinged, “what I am doesn’t matter, we don’t have time… I will come for you Crescent. I will free you from…” The smell of smoke filled the air, I could see the worry in his eyes as he noticed the cloud of smoke that clouded around us. He looked angry at the interruption.

“You could end it, you know. Pick a winner. Let them live.” I snort. If only it were that easy. “Find me one who can last past the third sunrise, and maybe I’ll consider it.” Her presence flickers in front of me, like a whisp of smoke. “You’ve gone soft. I can smell it on you.” “Must be your imagination. The only thing soft here is the ground after the corpses hit it.” She chuckles and fades, leaving the back of my skull blessedly empty. I straighten, scanning the new arrivals. A witch crying into her hands. Two wolves are already posturing for dominance. A human, brave or stupid, probably both, trying to look like she belongs. Typical.

Massive reinforced training dummies were hauled into position, enchanted to withstand Alpha-level strikes. The pack circled, anticipation crackling. Then it happened. The air shifted. A shadow detached itself from the tree line so smoothly that several wolves didn’t notice until it moved. A Blackridge-trained wolf lunged from concealment and struck one of the dummies with terrifying precision. Not wild. Not reckless. Perfect. The blow landed exactly where an Alpha would be trained to strike. The dummy split cleanly, reinforced core shattered. The wolf retreated instantly, melting back into the trees before anyone could intercept.

Part 3 "King Andre Bastion Smith, a figure of regal authority and grace, stands as the revered Wolf King, the supreme leader of all wolf packs spread across the vast and diverse expanse of the United States. With deep-set, piercing eyes and a commanding presence, he carries the burden of leadership at the age of thirty-three, though whispers circulate in the shadows about his ongoing quest to find his fated mate. The grand castle they call home, a magnificent structure steeped in history and surrounded by sprawling forests, is not only a residence but also a symbol of their lineage and power. Within its walls, the Royal Smith family continues to live, each member bearing their own legacy of

It scraped across the clearing like claws dragged over stone. The pack tensed as one. Drax’s arm came around my shoulders and pulled me against him. “Here they come.” They burst from the trees. Ten at first. Then twenty. Twisted wolves with red eyes glowing like fresh coals. Black smoke trailed from their fur and left dark, oily streaks on the grass. Their steps jerked unnatural. Their jaws hung too wide. The smoke followed them like living shadows that reached and clawed at the air. “Hold!” Drax called. His voice rang clear across the line. He stayed planted at my side. No orders that pushed ahead. Just that single word.

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.

With the amount of energy, this spell took she was sure he was depleted. “Elly fire!” Amber grabbed her arm and screamed. The snarling of the wolves had died down and was replaced with the roar of flames. The wolves couldn’t get in so they were going to smoke them out. Elly looked out the window. There were naked me lighting fabric hanging from bottles and throwing them at the house while wolves paced around the perimeter waiting for them to run away from the flames and smoke. The second they left the house it was over for them. Elly couldn’t help but wonder which would be worse.

I mutter. “Yeah I’m on it,” Mykael grumbles. He stalks away, shaking his head and mumbling curse words. I suddenly see a few warriors stop and look off into the distance. I follow their gaze to a thick plume of black smoke rising into the sky. Tendrils of smoke keep rising in the distance until half the sky is an ashy gray. I watch in horror as it starts moving towards the pack. “What the hell is that?” I hear myself say. Dozens of wolves are suddenly running out of the forest, faces white with terror.

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!”

They looked down on him with killer glares. It must have been his demise if not for the fire that suddenly flared up. He hit the target. Generous smoke floated up from the dancing flames. A startling screech of an alarm bell rang out followed by water bursting out from the mechanical smoke detectors sighted on the ceilings. The wolves suddenly wailed in agony. They were soaked with the water raining down on them. Fumes emitted from their bodies and they cringed down in excruciating pain. The water was poisoned with powdered wolfbane.