Wolverine Smoke Novels & Stories

I added, realizing the potential danger of our visible location. Xavier nodded as I put some snow on the fire to extinguish it and saw a plant growing nearby that fumes a strong smell that could potentially mask our presence. “Let’s use this plant to create a smokescreen and confuse them,” I suggested, hoping it would buy us some time to come up with a plan. Xavier nodded in agreement, and we quickly gathered the plant to use as cover. I grabbed a few leaves and crushed them in my hands, releasing the pungent aroma into the air. I rubbed some of it on my body and hoped it would mask our scent from the rogue wolves.

All of the wolves were having trouble with it. Zane linked me, ‘What the fuck is with this smoke? There’s no fire.’ He wiped his eyes with the back of one paw, but it only made it worse. ‘I think it’s teargas. The kind the military or police use.’ The wolf gagged. ‘Whoever is trying to attack us, is making damn sure they have an advantage.’ Zane snarled at me, grabbed me by the scruff of my neck. ‘I hope to the gods this is not your doing, Necolai! That you’ve brought your enemies to our pack.’

I leap into action once again shredding my clothes. When I get there, everyone is already in the heat of battle. I rip one rogues head off. Suddenly a smoke bomb is thrown in our direction. This is not any regular smoke though. It is wolfsbane. This was a setup. I should have been more aware of my surroundings. My throat starts to close, and I can’t breathe. Everyone is screaming. The pain is unimaginable. I feel myself fading again. It’s that same feeling I had when I was hit by the arrows some months ago.

The smell of roasted venison and spiced root vegetables drifted through the Moonspire courtyard, smoke from the open fire curling into the crisp evening air. The aroma was a comforting blanket, a stark contrast to the recent scent of ash and blood. Wolves lounged in smaller circles, their fur gleaming in the firelight, laughter and low conversation weaving with the crackle of flames. It was a moment of rare peace, the kind they had not felt in months, a collective exhale after the brutal raid on Stone Hollow.

“Well, you’re in for a real treat!” Though he kept on backing up along with the rest of his team, he quickly pulled a large grenade that was affixed to his armor, then loaded it into the bottom of his heavy SMG. He then slid the grenade panel closed and aimed his gun downrange. With shaky hands, he squeezed the trigger just as the wolves pounced. He grinned as his SMG’s launcher shot the grenade round straight at the first wolf, but it turned into disbelief almost immediately after. The wolves’ bodies all shifted from a solid metal to an incongruous, bright blue plasma.

For all they know I could just be a rogue. I plan to keep it that way as long as possible. “It seems our guest wants to play. Smoke him out,” the man orders as the wolves circle my tree and the ones beside it stopping me from climbing through the canopy. I’m not sure I have the strength even if I did try that. The wolves that have joined shift back to their human forms pick up the axes they carried in their jaws before chopping into my tree and the ones around. Double fuck. I’m still not sure what they mean by smoking him out when I see one man wearing thick rubber gloves that go up to his armpit carrying a basket of leaves and flowers. The closer he gets is when I realise exactly what that

The situation was an unprecedented one that had not been witnessed in the Pack before. She was burnt from the inside out. Minnie's body was full of sores, yet she couldn't be bandaged, as the heat would prevent the burn from healing faster. When the kid in the supermarket threw wolfsbane at Kurah, she immediately caught the scent, but it was too late to dodge it. The kid was already in her arms. Kurah made a last-minute compromise, and though helpful, it came with challenges. Wolfsbane is known to be harmful to werewolves, and the two Smiths learned an old family technique that could lock their werewolf abilities briefly. This was to help them sail through plots that were aimed at hurting we

"That's the handgun. Over there is the rifle. It's like a cross between a sniper and an assault rifle, but it's called a long-range pulse rifle. Next, you have the smoke bomb. It's used to block scent trails. For example, if someone is being monitored by a rival wolf or even a stranger, smoke bombs will block the scent trails and keep the enemy confused." I let out a deep breath as we moved towards the next section. "We have flash bombs over there. We've got sonic fireworks, mainly used to signal the pack of rogue intrusion into the territory. Those working in the territory have this, and once we see it, we respond with the same fireworks, indicating that we've heard and are coming," he expl

It sounded like mostly women and children. "Smoke is used to mask the human scent from the wolves." I could hear children crying inside. “It’s important for you to try and remain calm.” I shouted as I forcefully swung the door open, causing it to crash into the opposite wall and shatter the wood. I hadn’t meant to be so forceful, but my strength got the better of me.

The last wolf looked around in fear at the unknown mist, probably thinking it was my mother causing it, and ran away. In her rage, my mother tore apart the wolf that took her second chance mate before the smoke started pinning her down and it threw her against the tree. At that moment, I heard a small growl and Lunar looked behind me as we both saw a man with purple eyes. I knew him, but I didn't know where from, and I couldn't remember from were. I started to attack him, but Lunar still held control and she seemed to trust him for some reason. He looked on at me as we watched Xavier emerge from the smoke, covered in his white robe.