Wolverine Smoke Mga Nobela at Kwento

“But you also have to learn how to smile. I never seen you smiling even once.” “There is no reason for me to smile,” she told him what she truly feels. “I will give you a reason, then. Just wait after the party. I will tell you something that will make you smile.” He said as he left the wardrobe. “What is it, my lord? Are you going to free me?” Lucas looked back at her as he stepped out of the door. “It’s something like that,” he said and smirked. “So, learn to smile, Camila. Or should I force you to smile?”

Her wolf let out a silent snarl inside her. But… it wasn’t exactly the same. This scent was like a palimpsest—the top notes were similar, achingly familiar, but underneath was something else. Smoke. Ozone. The clean, sharp scent of solar-wind on metal. And pain. This scent carried the deep, metallic tang of old pain.

They returned to camp to find chaos. Smoke rose from several cabins, thick and black, but there was no smell of burning wood. Instead, the air carried the sharp tang of ozone and something else, something ancient and bitter. The smoke was not from fire but from some kind of magical residue, a purple-gray mist that clung to the ground and swirled around the feet of those who walked through it. Wolves and vampires stumbled through the ruins, their eyes dazed, their movements sluggish, as if they had been drugged or enchanted. Some sat on the ground with their heads in their hands. Others wandered in circles, muttering to themselves.

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.

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.

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.