Blacksmoke Stories

Jackie Smolders, mother and father died, killed by witches. Since then, she was adopted by a pack of werewolves called Steel Shadow. She was sneaky. Loved to play pranks in school and disobeyed her adopted father's order, the Beta of the pack. For being in love playing pranks on everyone in school, folk members of Steel Shadow never liked her rebellious attitude and planted in their children's mind to hate her. Struggling with her life in Steel Shadow, she sneaked out every night to the neighbourhood pack. Black Smoke was the pack she loved to hang out. Aside from every member of Black Smoke was very nice to her, she had a crush on the Alpha of Black Smoke. Most of the time, it was her first reason for sneaking out at night to the neighbourhood pack, although had been warned by her adopted father not to. The night during her 18th birthday, she found out something she couldn't believe. Not just her "mate" but the witches who killed her parents were coming after her. *** THIS IS AN OLD BOOK. RE-PUBLISHING FOR FUN. MOST CHAPTERS ARE UNEDITED. SOME ARE DRAFTS. READ AT YOUR TOWN RISK. *** [START 2016]

Each day I spawn inside a zombie apocalypse. What will that day bring?

when alien technology come many weird things started happen. Aliens appeared to be the new terrorist in the worl, a prisoner who is a psychopath and more. this a story of a man with a undevelop brother that only have a soul and nothing else and that Soul is the legend named BLACK SMOKE.

I've never liked plane journeys. Especially going through turbulence, but I didn't realise how much I feared planes until this happened...

Days of Darkness; that's what it means. While I don't personally believe it to be too relevant, 'you' won't know until you start reading, will you? You might prove me wrong... The point is, I've forgotten. I've forgotten everything; and yet the memories are right there. I could look at them - I could understand everything - whenever I wanted. But then again, they're not exactly mine, are they? The child had left this husk of a thing to me, whether willingly or not, and I will make use of it however it is that I see fit. . . . ...I just want to see my sister again.