Bumblebee X Smokescreen Novels & Stories

From the glow rose a single spark that drifted upward, caught in the wind, and vanished into the clouds. A signal. “Let the packs see it,” I whispered. “Let them know the moon bleeds again.” Varyn’s men moved to the edges of the ruin, lighting torches, feeding them to the storm. The smoke curled crimson, thick and deliberate, rising into the gray sky. Far away, I knew, he would see it Ares in his fortress, watching the same smoke climb the horizon like a scar. I turned my face toward the forest, where the goddess’s silver still slept.

As she spoke, Beth ran her tongue over her upper lip, moistening the already wet appearance of the lipstick. Even as Pam fought the urge to torment Ron with a similar maneuver, she could sense the shimmery pink plumpness of her own lips, and could only imagine the lewd images likely dancing within Ron's teenage mind. Resolutely intent to divert her devious friend, at least until she could think of a better idea, she said, "Let's finish the whole makeover, then Ron can vote, okay?" "Okay, that sounds fair, but first we need to smoke one of these." Beth said, producing a well rolled joint from the pack of Camels, and lighting it before Pam could offer her inevitable objection.

Timmy said with a smile. He then put down the camera beside him. In the video, they could see Timmy, as well as his screen. Timmy made a snack and was eating it. Then, he saw Billy appearing on the screen. He immediately put down the bowl, and his remote control triggered the smoke bomb, but Billy, who was on the screen, could be seen clearly. Timmy adjusted the gun's direction, pressed his mouse, and shot Billy to his death. He also fired three more times.

Oberon choked out, his voice distorting into a chorus of scratching whispers. Suddenly, a blinding explosion of pitch-black, corrosive smoke erupted directly from Oberon’s chest. The dark fae miasma shot outward like an oily tidal wave, hissing violently as it hit the air. Kazan roared in frustration as the acid smoke burned his eyes and seared his forearms, forcing even the mighty Alpha to take a half-step back and shield his face. Sam coughed violently at the threshold of the bunker, raising his arms to block the dense, blinding shadows that completely swallowed the hallway.

she said, surprised. “About the only trade that this dump does is hook ups and hookers,” he replied before sucking down another lungful of smoke. He held it, fighting the instinct to release, before breathing out slowly and coughing. “Losers and the lost, all of us. Have a cone whilst I reload and we’ll f-k, too.” She stood and sat on the other seat. He slid the bong over to her. She remembered Guy holding the lighter to the lumpy mass of green and did the same, breathing in and holding her breath as Toby had done, before blowing it out in a slow stream.

Professor Heist shivered and blurted out, "It... it may have something to do with the thick smoke just now." He was just guessing. But he guessed it right. The thick smoke was produced when the Bone-Melting Powder melted all the Venomous insects. But even if they knew it had something to do with the thick smoke, they couldn't find anything.

He winks. I chuckle quietly as I shake my head. “I’m Grabriella Bryce. I’m a witch who previously had the smile of a killer that could chase away hooligans.” Al laughs, and his face beams with joy. “Well, seems like we’re heading off to a good start, Gabriella.” “Indeed we are.” I agreed, laughing alongside him. I leaned on his shoulder while watching the sky before us beginning to brighten. Al suddenly moves his head away from the sunrise. “Hey, I know that we just met and all, but can I ask you a favor?”

There is some sort of canister thrown into my shattered window. A horrible smelling smoke comes out of it going in my face. I start coughing. “ Happy?” I yell. No answer. They must be knocked out. I reach down to the belt release. But it is stuck. I try to wiggle out but it is so tight I can’t move. I don’t know where my phone is but I know I can use voice commands. “ Call Casper.” I yell then start coughing again. I’m beginning to feel dizzy. “ Pixie. Pixie. Where are you?” I hear Casper shout. “ Don’t know.” Cough. “ Upside down.” Wheeze.” Stuck.” Cough, cough.” Happy. Goof not answer.” Wheeze, cough. “ Can’t breath. Bad smoke.” Gasp. “ Tired. Find me. Help Goof, Happy.” Wheeze, wheeze.

“The first letter read: ‘I, Prince Habeb, the Prince of Suramy demand from you, Banabella, whose name I discovered in my dreams. I beg you in the name of your own god, grant me my wish, and avoid being uprooted from the face of the earth.” The second parchment read: “Because you have hidden Banabella in an unidentifiable place, with the intent of deceiving me, I’ll tread upon your bodies and make your kingdom bare like ordinary earth. Till I see Banabella, the people of Muzagah shall not be privileged to take in air into their nostrils before the sun sets tomorrow. Prince Habeb speaks!’

Right after he mentions that, he slams a smoke bomb in front of him, thick yellow smoke suffuses and surrounds him quickly. Daniella and I cover our mouths and shut our eyes. A few seconds later, when we open up our eyes again, we see the yellow smoke dispersed, yet the Grim Reaper disappeared like a Ninja. I cough the smoke off, “W-what the hell was that?” is that common in New York? Or just Coney Island? Daniella giggles, “I like that guy.” she then pulls my hand and runs forward, “Come on, Henrietta!” “What!?” I press my chest as I run, trying to prevent my silicone breast pads from falling!