Wolverine Smoke Novels & Stories

"Wrong girl." The wolf guy laughed, this creepy sound that made my skin crawl. "Did I? We'll see." Then he just... vanished. Like literally disappeared into smoke. What the actual fuck? Since when can people do that? "Where'd he go?" Zane spun around, sword up, looking everywhere. "Gone," Alerion said, his jaw tight. "But he'll be back." Great. Fantastic. Love that for us. I pulled away from Zane and ran to Caius, who was still working on his arm. The black smoke was fading but his skin looked burned underneath, all red and blistered.

Cold, pale bluish steam enveloped my body, while my blood stream was bubbling from the smoldering heat. I have turned into a wolvire. I roared again. My head spins rapidly towards the exit. I need to destroy something so my anger subsides a bit. It was only when I finally came out of the cave that I understood what Hugo meant that this cave was not the same cave in the Demon Forest. I still remember very well what I saw, between now and then. This is definitely not the Demon Forest. This forest is more like a swamp forest. Swamps pooled everywhere and as I swept my gaze around the dark forest, it somehow managed to calm my mind a bit.

As the trapped wolves struggled, more thick black smoke emerged from the darkness of the night. It twisted and danced in the air, carrying an ominous aura that spoke of ancient magic. The smoke, as if imbued with a consciousness of its own, travelled towards the ensnared enemies. The atmosphere crackled with a combination of dark energy and primal forces. The smoke seeped into the thorny vines, weaving through the dark tendrils with an otherworldly grace. It enveloped the attackers, their struggles intensifying as the magical smoke permeated their very beings.

I don’t need to be reminded. My paws falter as I look off to the side and see smoke rising in the far distance. I slow as I try to see, but being so far away, I can’t tell anything except this fire is massive. The sky is turning hazy from the smoke and the air holds the scent, but as I stop and sniff, there’s a weird smell mixed with what is a normal smell of smoke. I can’t decipher it. ‘Whatever that smell is, I don’t like it, it’s not natural,’ my wolf sends to me.

Fractures in the Smoke Rissa’s POV The clearing felt heavier in silence than it had in chaos. Blood seeped into the soil, pooling in the grooves of fallen roots. Smoke curled through the air, carrying the sharp tang of wolfsbane and scorched earth. My hands still shook from the fire I had unleashed, the kind of tremor that started in the bones and worked its way into the heart.

For turning Ethan against me with her pathetic grief over that worthless pup. Inside, Olivia woke to the choking smoke. Her wolf immediately became alert to the deadly danger surrounding them. She tried to reach her mother in the master bedroom. But she found herself trapped in a corner of her own room as flames engulfed half the space. The smoke grew thicker by the second. The flames more intense, overwhelming even her enhanced werewolf senses. When she tried to call for help, smoke rushed into her throat. Her voice came out as barely a whisper. She struggled to breathe through her sleeve. The fabric provided little protection against the toxic fumes filling the air.

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.

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.

He takes a pack of cigarettes from out of his jacket inner pocket and smoothly places one in his mouth. As he lights it and takes a deep breath out, I feel a low rumbling growl form in my chest. “I don’t like you smoking.” I never liked him smoking, it did well for his bad boy image but I knew of the health implications. His seductive glare is an art form, one that already causes slight throbbing down below. He takes another drag on the cigarette but this time blows the smoke to the side, away from my face. “I’m a werewolf sweetheart, I think my lungs are safe.” He smirks as he takes a single step towards me, the still lit cigarette now secured between two fingers and placed down to his side

His little arms trembling Alpha Sandro is a werewolf who has much stronger resistance compared to his pack members. He was able to tolerate the poison and shifted into his werewolf form and darted towards the container truck where the smoke bomb came from. However, he found no one inside. The smoke was quite thick, making his view blur for a moment. He was a werewolf and thus should have good eyesight. However, the smoke is extremely rare. Not even the top ten werewolves have it. Only the three packs can have it. One is the Werewolf King, The Prince and the Duke.