Wolverine Smoke Novels & Stories

After a while, I surrendered myself to the wind but when I opened my eyes, my body went on overdrive. All I could see was smoke. Thick smoke and a violent smell of water and something else, something I was very familiar with. Wolfsbane. I jumped up immediately, running out of the waterfall towards the pack, and the view before me stilled my body. The entire pack was on fire, and wolves were running helter-skelter to safety, some carrying injured wolves or dead bodies as they ran. I blinked my eyes, and rubbed them, to be sure I was seeing right and it wasn’t a fraction of my imagination.

Headmistress said. We all nodded and started fighting the lycans. I was confronted by a lycan with the power of deadly smoke that when you inhale it you will suddenly stumble and die after a few minutes. I rushed at him and attacked him with my fire ball and fire shuriken but he dodged it and his smoke kunai rained down on me. I raised both my hands to make a shield. It created thick smoke so I secretly made a fire crossbow and put a purple flame on it that could turn you into ashes. He didn't realize that I was attacking so he didn't escape the arrow I made.

A few shots rang out here and there, but none found a target from what I could tell. I shifted. Giving Rhonen the reins. He leapt down to a neighboring roof then down to an alley. The smoke burned his nostrils unpleasantly but it wasn’t enough to truly hinder his intense sense of smell. The smoke blocked our vision but our wolves would still be able to find every Dawn Stalker lurking through the haze with ease. More shots rang out. A stray bullet whizzed above my head, embedding in the brick wall behind me. Rhonen growled low, as he crouched near the edge of the smoke wall, ready to pounce on anyone trying to flee.

Amara's POV The sky had just begun its nightly transformation, bleeding from a vivid sapphire into a smoldering tapestry of gold, orange, and fiery crimson. The usual evening sounds of the pack settling in—the distant barks of pups, the low hum of conversation from the kitchens—were suddenly obliterated by a sharp, acrid scent that assaulted my senses. Smoke. Metal. And something else, something sharp and sour, a distinctly metallic tang that made my wolf, usually calm and centered within me, lift her head, her hackles rising, and emit a low, guttural growl deep in my chest. It was a scent of disruption, of ancient, unsettling malice.

Ash coughed as the smoke entered his nostrils. Fuck! “Get out of here. We will go after Tyler.” I told him, and he ran away from the smoke as fast as possible. I just hoped that Stephan was safe. I couldn’t see or smell Tyler anymore. The smoke was veiling everything. So this was his tactic. I smirked. He was stupid if he thought that this could stop my trained warriors. I turned to my left and heard loud snarls and growls of wolves who were charging towards Tyler’s army without letting the smoke stop them.

They looked down on him with killer glares. It must have been his demise if not for the fire that suddenly flared up. He hit the target. Generous smoke floated up from the dancing flames. A startling screech of an alarm bell rang out followed by water bursting out from the mechanical smoke detectors sighted on the ceilings. The wolves suddenly wailed in agony. They were soaked with the water raining down on them. Fumes emitted from their bodies and they cringed down in excruciating pain. The water was poisoned with powdered wolfbane.

She rolled her eyes playfully. I cleared my throat, relaxing back on the bed. “I'd tell one of my pack to get it right away,” I answered then added. “From one of the cars.” We always make sure we have gas mask on anytime we are going outside the pack. The reason being, enemies might be lurking around the woods and might want to attack us with wolfsbane. But only that, it wouldn't be just any wolfsbane, this would be some kind of wolfsbane that had been processed with chemical, and now turned into smoke. When inhaled by any wolf, it weakens such wolf and lead to loss of strength.

“I don’t know, but it’s not from the fire. This is something else.” Jake glanced at him. “You dragged me back here for this?” Loren shook his head. “No. Keep going. It’s just ahead.” They pushed forward, stepping over fallen branches and scorched earth. The deeper they went, the worse the smoke became. “Loren, if you don’t tell me what we’re looking for—” “There.” Jake followed Loren’s gaze and froze. A shift rippled through Jake, his wolf stirring violently. His body tensed, every muscle locking into place. The scent in the air—beneath the smoke, beneath the fire—was something he knew.

Gabriel snarled, pinning the man against the wall. The rogue just smiled behind his gas mask and hit a button on a device strapped to his wrist. The canister on Elena's door hissed. Purple-gray smoke began pouring into the hallway, concentrated wolfsbane vapor, enough to incapacitate or kill any werewolf who breathed it in. "Elena!" Gabriel's heart stopped. Was she still inside? He released the rogue and lunged for the office door, kicking it open. Smoke billowed out, thick and choking. Gabriel's eyes watered immediately, his throat burning as he inhaled.