Bumblebee X Smokescreen Novels & Stories

The sky transformed into a swirling abyss of black smoke, surprisingly not as repugnant as one would expect. Gazing at the thick, inky smoke, it seemed to hold a foreboding presence, anything but a harbinger of good. Zikk's eyes fixated on the barrel, filled with a putrid concoction, leaving him curious about its purpose. What could this vile liquid be used for, he wondered, his mind brimming with anticipation. The answer to his query would soon reveal itself, like a hidden treasure waiting to be unearthed. The air reverberated with the ominous flapping of hornets' wings, as they prepared to descend upon the bountiful crops, leaving destruction in their wake.

The sheer force would crush anything beneath it. The spider bot shattered under the blow, sparks flying, then burst into roaring flames. "River, what the hell are you doing? That’s your work, your masterpiece!" Zane’s voice shook with disbelief. I didn’t answer. My eyes stayed locked on the burning wreckage. The bot’s power system shouldn’t have been capable of producing flames that large. It was another thing that didn’t add up. The fire raged for over ten minutes before dying down. I grabbed the extinguisher from the corner and doused the remains. The blackened parts scattered across the floor…

The metallic object burst open, and instantly the disgusting cloud of smoke filled the air, covering everything instantly, and the huge spa instantly became noisy. The room became foggy as I scanned with my eyes, the thick smoke blinding my vision because for a moment, it felt like I got knocked out of breath the moment the smell hit me. And when I had regained it, I couldn't find Tommy beside me. It was fucking blurry to see, and I couldn't even find my brother Max. "Max... Tommyyy..." I screamed into the air, ignoring the noise as I tried to cover my nose and stop the smoke from crawling into my system, but all my efforts proved futile, and more scarily—

With a swift twist of the vial's cap, he released the potion's contents, creating an intense smoke bomb that engulfed the surroundings. Thick, billowing smoke filled the air, obscuring Vaxia's form from view. It was his chance to escape, to recall to the hidden base of The Eirian. With every ounce of strength and determination, Vaxia maneuvered through the haze, relying on instinct and muscle memory to navigate the chaos.

When I was seven, I stole a phone and called my mother's family. That was how I finally got her out of the compound where my father had kept her prisoner. When my grandfather stormed into the cellar, Mom was chained by the neck, with bloodstained whips scattered at her feet. He beat my father nearly to death. The man spent the rest of his life paralyzed and bedridden. Before Mom got into the car, she reached for me through her tears. "Evan, come with me." I grabbed the hem of her coat—and then I remembered my previous life. Back then, she had taken me with her. Her family had never accepted her for bringing home the son of the man who destroyed her life. She endured years of contempt for

"How do I look?" "Like a beekeeper," Thomas said, a small, rare smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. They walked out to the hives. The meadow was alive with the sound of buzzing, the air thick with bees moving between the flowers and the boxes. Thomas showed Finn how to use the smoker, lighting the fuel and pumping the bellows to send cool, white smoke into the hive entrance. "The smoke calms them," Thomas explained, his deep voice low and steady. "It makes them think there's a fire, so they gorge on honey instead of defending the hive. Just keep the smoke going while I lift the frames."

I couldn’t stop breathing on time and had inhaled a decent amount of the aroma. I started coughing and sneezing violently. Yes, Vampires do cough and sneeze but only when they smell eucalyptus. We are very allergic to Eucalyptus. I bent over with the effort needed in coughing. I caressed my chest infusing it with my power. It was sufficient to stop the cough. I regretted having healed it. The pain had distracted me from my inner turmoil The only thing in the world that can overpower emotional pain is unbearable physical pain. With that thought in mind, I walked towards the trees and plucked handfuls of leaves. I doubled over with pain instantly.

Didn’t he know that? `I’m on my way.` `Hurry.` `Remember what we practiced. Ready the smoke bombs.` I said to my soldiers, reaching for the canister hooked to the belt on my waist. `Yes, alpha.` they replied. `Now!` Dark blue gas filled the air, and The Cursed howled in pain, just like Liana had said. The smoke bombs were made from the pollen of the stardust, and as predicted, the demons in them were reacting to it. It was meant to weaken them so we could inject the extract gotten from the petals into them. A very little dose. Enough to drive the demon out of them, without harming them.

Inside the bubble something flexed—the suggestion of a smile, wrong and flat and too wide. R I— The letters traced themselves on the inside of the blister in a smear of rust. Susan didn’t wait for the P. She snapped the tin and the parchment together in her fist, crushed, then flicked the mix into the bowl. The pellets hit the film and hissed furiously, eating a hole through it. The bubble sagged and imploded; a thin jet of red water spat up, splattering Gabe’s cheek. It burned like ice. The brass disk went hot as a stovetop. Gabe swore, wiped at his face with his sleeve, and stepped back.

They were simply officemates who find comfort in each other by sharing each other's body heat, a superior and an underling who disclose each other's burdens and frustrations through strong penetrations, tightly entwined fingers, and erotic moans. "Was I?" he asked, his nose scrunching and brows close to kissing in confusion. He looked away from her flushed face to see the cigarette that was losing a quarter of its body while hanging loosely between his right hand's fingers, continuously emanated a long, slender smoke that comforted and annoyed his burning nose at the same time. He lifted his right hand and took a puff of his cigarette, once he had enough, he blew the fume off from his lips.