Smoke Wolves Novels & Stories

At least not to me, maybe to others. "Wolves use howling to communicate with each other, and trust me when I say it gives you goosebumps." I nodded at Alastor, and just like we planned he started howling. It echoed off everything. It was a deep hollow sound. The females backed up their Alpha and howled with him, but you couldn't hear them over him. The group gasped in surprise and took plenty of photos and videos. I winked at Alastor, and it almost looked like he winked back. I'll have to write that down later.

I blubber. “Hey...hey...shhh….” He tries to calm me by coaxing me and soothing me. It works. So well. I inhale a deep breath of his scent and then exhale. Scent is like catnip for wolves. A calming elixir that puts our wolves at ease in moments of distress.

Prologue Dearest gentle reader, this is not your typical tale of an Omega falling in love with an Alpha and becoming Luna. This is no fairytale. You are about to step into a world brimming with werewolves, fallen gods, demons, trapped souls, and magic unlike any other. In this realm of wolves and wonder, every pack is bound to ancient myths, unique traits, or elemental forces. Each Alpha carries within them a Heartstone, a sentient crystal embedded near the heart. It holds their power, memory, and spirit.

Sirius sighed, tapping the tip of Lola's nose before wheeling on me haughtily and snapping, "Well? Get moving!" He even leered at me as if he were bestowing me a great gift and left before I could say a word. Right in the middle was a huge fire pot filled with burning coals and rows of branding irons with the worst profanities described. That was when we saw a slaver was pressed down with a red-hot branding iron on his back. Even the strongest beastfolk would scream shrilly because of the pain despite his sheer muscular bulk. Even Sirius cringed, but he said nothing as Lola told a bodyguard to drag me inside.

A few shots rang out here and there, but none found a target from what I could tell. I shifted. Giving Rhonen the reins. He leapt down to a neighboring roof then down to an alley. The smoke burned his nostrils unpleasantly but it wasn’t enough to truly hinder his intense sense of smell. The smoke blocked our vision but our wolves would still be able to find every Dawn Stalker lurking through the haze with ease. More shots rang out. A stray bullet whizzed above my head, embedding in the brick wall behind me. Rhonen growled low, as he crouched near the edge of the smoke wall, ready to pounce on anyone trying to flee.

He had a smile on his bloody teeth the whole while, as though he knew something that the rest of them did not know. The creepy, knowing smile was enough to cause unease among the members of the pack, who shifted on their feet uneasily as they watched the fight, despite the fact that the alpha was proving himself and practically flooring Jonas. Thomas was very angry now, and he fought with reckless abandon, punctuating each punch that he landed on his son with a heartfelt roar of anger and bloodthirst. As the fight got more intense, the two werewolves shifted, so that where two men were fighting before, there was a very large grey wolf, Thomas, and a slightly smaller black wolf, Jonas.

~. .~ Paws Creek was a lively hub of activity, and the visiting she-wolves from various packs stood out with their distinct colors. Each pack had its unique attire, making it easy to distinguish them. The she-wolves wearing pristine white garments were clearly from the Glacier Pack, their attire reflecting the icy lands they hailed from. Their presence exuded an air of cold elegance. On the other hand, the she-wolves donned in vibrant yellow attire hailed from the Sun Pack. Their outfits radiated warmth and vitality, mirroring the sunny region they represented.

There was this gut feeling I had that told me all hell would break out soon. Aeryn’s wolf looked at me, seeing us move back, and her wolves joined us. But just a second too late. All around them, smoke began forming. Even my soldiers that were farther away began coughing and shifted back into their humans. ‘Who can still mindlink?’ I asked, knowing exactly what was in that smoke. The more wolfsbane these soldiers inhaled, the more they would lose their connection to their wolves and pack, albeit temporarily. Through the smoke, I saw people in gas masks coming towards us. "Get out of there! Hide behind the fucking trees!" I shouted at anyone who could hear me.

" shut your mouth your opinion I don't care make me go out I'd like to play with her too he answered rudely to order him at the end Zayn wasn't surprised his wolf character is always very strong He took off his shirt and pants and it's good that no one is here to see...except maybe the guards Turning to get out his wolf with thick black fur did not bother to get out of the gate, but jumped out of the window to scream Renee in terror when he suddenly came in front of her He let out a sweet voice to smile, whispering "black." The wolf made another sound, to run towards her and jump over her. He laughed loudly from her scream, and she fell to the ground and became above her. As soon as the litt

I answered, but he shook his head. "How many colors does your wolf have?" "Two." "List them." "Blue and black, I guess." "You guess?" "I'm not sure; I've not transformed for a long time," I told him, an intent look appearing on his face but fading off immediately. "What's its main color?" He asked further. "It's blue." "Light blue or navy?" "Light blue," I replied, still wondering why he was questioning me about my wolf. He nodded before saying, "You created the blue icy smoke; it came from you."