Wolverine Smoke Novels & Stories

The view of the trees and drones that circled above us was getting less clear by the second. Denzel and the others started laughing. “Liquid Silver Wolfsbane…” Denzel uttered. “One of the odorless poisons, dangerous to werewolves. The moment you inhale even a tiny whiff, it shuts down your senses and nervous system.” “Don’t worry,” Xavier snickered. “It won’t kill you. It will just incapacitate you for an hour or more, depending on your wolf’s strength. I’m pretty sure by the time you recover…you’d be the loser.”

Dark figures in fitted leather, faces obscured, movements fluid and silent. Not rogues. Not even close. One of them paused, raising a small vial. A thin stream of pale vapor hissed into the air. Wolfsbane. Not raw. Refined. Weaponized. The smoke curled low, clinging to stone, seeping into cracks and under doors. It spread unnaturally fast, guided by hands that knew exactly what they were doing. Another signal. More vials. More smoke. The fortress didn’t stir. Not yet. By the time it did—

The weapon didn't hit Katherine’s physical form, it dissolved right through the smoke, but the tip had been dipped in crushed wolfsbane from the woods. The toxic dust scattered into the air, creating a sudden, bitter barrier that forced the smoke cloud to violently snap back into a physical form. Katherine stumbled, her black eyes flashing with irritation as she brushed the gray dust off her arms. "Stupid boy." Xavier didn't stop to fight her. He lunged forward, grabbing Duncan by the shoulder of his torn coat.

It seemed, sounded and looked like Lucian, the alpha of the Dark Wolves pack. He was seated on his special throne, popping out large smoke from his mouth as he spoke. He was holding the parejo kingsize cigarette in his right hand, placed between his forefinger and his middle finger of his right hand, inhaling it's contents into his mouth and then puffing out it's smoke to the surrounding air. The smoke filled the air, as the winds took it along with itself and circulated it through the entire room, with some of it's toxic smell penetrating the noses of the guards who stood beside him.

I kept being fed with new things and techniques and tried my best to do things right. A sudden burst of gas hit my senses, making me cough vigorously as I was distracted. Wolverine gas attacks aren't completely new in the camp, at first I was startled, but later I got used to eat. Gas made from wolverine tress and flowers, are often used to attack enemies from a long range, which are mostly done by deserters.

But the celebration didn’t last. Thick smoke poured through the forest, heavy and suffocating. It rose in dark waves until the sky above was swallowed by a grey haze. The air grew so thick we could barely see a few steps in front of us. Luckily, the leather mask the werewolf craftsmen had prepared for us did their job. The fabric filtered out most of the smoke, enough to keep our lungs from burning. Without them, we probably would have dropped to the ground coughing within minutes. Even so, the heat was becoming unbearable.

Then, slowly, it tilted its head. "Come back to me," she begged, voice rising. "I miss you so much. Please...." The wolf hesitated. Its ears flicked toward her. One step. Then another. Nova's breath caught. But then—black smoke spilled in like ink poured into water. It slithered between them, hissing and alive, growing thicker by the second. The golden eyes disappeared behind it. "No...Jax!" she screamed, panicked, like she couldn't breathe. She ran forward, but the smoke slammed into her like a wave. Blinding. Freezing. Drowning.

"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.

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.

’ I tried to calm Smoke down. After several days of research, we discovered a risky but necessary solution to tame Smoke which is the use of Wolfsbane. Wolfsbane is dangerous to wolves, it is capable of weakening wolf’s sense and strength. Wolfbane is the only solution to keep Smoke subdued. Without wasting time, I began injecting small doses of wolfbane into my system. I sometimes I add it to my water and drink while Smoke became weak. Every dose of wolf’s bane in my system made him weaker and I have total control over my action.