Wolverine Smoke Novels & Stories

As he held me upright, a realisation dawned on him, a glimmer of understanding reflected in his eyes. "It isn't just ordinary smoke, Elora... it's Wolfsbane," he uttered gravely, his voice tinged with concern.

Edward stepped through the portal and into the city of Lurds at the location where the parlour was. Just like he feared something terrible had happened, the parlour was on fire and those around were fleeing from it. The choking smoke of the flames that oozed out of the parlour travelled through the nose and burnt the lungs. The amount of wolfsbane present in the smoke was enough to kill even the strongest werewolf, if trapped in it for too long. This was an attack on the parlour and whoever was behind it had their plans thought through and executed.

The recoil of my rifle jolted through my arms as I squeezed the trigger repeatedly, sending round after round into the thick smoke that concealed our enemies. Without hesitation, we pushed forward. The air was heavy with the smell of gunpowder and burning debris. Thick clouds of smoke swirled around us, making it difficult to see more than a few feet ahead. Still, we continued advancing, our boots pounding against the ground as we followed our commanders' orders. Then, through the haze, I witnessed something horrifying. Several werewolves suddenly leaped through the smoke from another direction. Their massive bodies moved with terrifying speed as they pounced on some of our warriors.

How can she feel so comfortable around her enemy? “Those are the grabbers. They have silver inside of them, but essentially, it can incapacitate any werewolf within forty feet of it. The smoke cloud it makes fills the victim’s lungs and suppresses their ability to transform.” “And that’s exactly why we don’t invite the enemy into our camp.” I turn and Monica is standing across the room, just outside of the entrance to the hallway that leads to the other rooms. She purses her lips as she steps toward us. “Riven, why did you let a werewolf hunter into our camp?”

Jax pushed me behind him, four lines blazing again, trying to shield, but Old Oak branch on trailer pulsed, black smoke sinking thicker, pooling across lake now, moving across ice toward us like fog that drinks light. White wolves around us howled, not war howl now, pain howl, as black smoke touched their paws and light dimmed more. Runa shouted, “Run! Everyone off lake! To village! Now!” White wolves started running, huge white bodies slipping on ice, toward village cabins, away from black smoke that sank and drank. Jax grabbed my hand, pulled me, we jumped off truck bed onto ice and ran, his hand warm around my burned healing palms, four lines glowing trying to make shield around us both.

the voice called out. I looked around, a gasp tearing through me as I found a man standing in the middle of the wolves, his eyes black with blood running down his cheeks. I could see the thin line, the energy that he was drawing from the wolves around him. “Who are you?” He smiled, a crooked dark smile that felt unhinged, “what I am doesn’t matter, we don’t have time… I will come for you Crescent. I will free you from…” The smell of smoke filled the air, I could see the worry in his eyes as he noticed the cloud of smoke that clouded around us. He looked angry at the interruption.

The man just stared at me and then he went back to smoking his cigarette. "It's not allowed but who cares? No one's watching." The man responded to me in a cold tone of voice and then he blew the smoke out of his mouth. I tried my goddamn best not to smell the smoke that the man just breathe out but it's so fucking impossible being a werewolf which means I can smell anything even if it's a hundred meters away from me. "Do you smoke?" The man suddenly asked me and I just emphatically shook my head in response. "You want to try it?" The man asked me again.

Alex clenched his jaw before saying something, their battle formation changed in an instant. Alex started walking towards me with certainty and determination. He wasn't in a hurry, but his eyes were fixed on me without blinking. The wind that blew again brought black smoke with it to envelop me for a moment. When the smoke cleared Alex was still walking towards me, from both sides the wolves Jake and Vincent blocked the five werewolves who were still trying to attack them. Every time an opponent was about to lunge at Alex, Jake and Vincent bumped into them and knocked them away. They growl, grin viciously, then try to bite anyone who tries to get close. Alex's hands had returned to their ori

"It wasn't a biological smell, sir. It was sharp. Bitter. It felt like it was peeling the lining of our nostrils." "It smelled like silver-root smoke," the second sentinel added. “I bet it was similar.” "They aren't wolves, Angie," Dad said, his voice dropping into a cold sigh, "And they aren't Lycans either. Silver-root smoke is what hunters use to 'bleach' the air. It burns the Alpha-scent out of the atmosphere so they can’t be tracked by nose." Malcolm’s grip tightened until the edge of the mahogany desk groaned under his hand. "Hunters? Wait—didn’t you just mentioning that they’re probably a werewolf too?”

The word cuts cleanly through the room. Sofia stops mid-sentence. Layla looks up. Luca stands in the doorway to the kitchen, jacket gone, sleeves rolled to reveal forearms dusted with dark hair. He looks younger without the suit jacket, but no less commanding. His expression is calm. His tone is not unkind. “Sorry?” Layla asks. His gaze drops briefly to her bare feet, then returns to her face. “There was glass earlier,” he says. “You didn’t see it. I did. I don’t like people getting hurt in my house.”