Ring Pull Smoke Bomb Novels & Stories

With a swift movement, Riccardo shoved the attacker away, sending him stumbling backward. Vanessa ran to Riccardo’s side, her hands shaking from the adrenaline. “Are you okay?” she asked, her voice barely a whisper. Riccardo nodded, but his eyes were still locked on the person in black, who was now backing away slowly, holding their side in pain. “We need to stop them,” he muttered, stepping forward again. Before either of them could move, the figure pulled something from his pocket, a small device, blinking red. Vanessa’s eyes widened as the figure pressed a button on it. A loud beeping filled the air, and suddenly, a thick cloud of smoke erupted from the device, filling the alley.

The rage inside me sharpened into a cold, steady edge. Without hesitation, I pulled the small metal sphere from inside my coat. It was smooth and warm against my palm, the ticking inside it soft, almost gentle. A simple device, but one that would change the course of tonight forever. I thumbed the switch, feeling the click reverberate through my bones. No turning back now. With a final glance at the arena floor, I hurled the bomb into the center of the pit. It hit the dirt with a muted thud. For a breath, the world was silent.

A wolfsbane bomb. “Dad!” I yelled, but I couldn’t hear myself. ‘Connor!’ Joel screamed through the mind link. ‘I can’t see you.’ Then another explosion rocked through the building, which I felt rather than heard. I was on the floor, crawling to where I hoped my father was. Racing through my pain-filled mind was only one thought. He had it in his hand. He held it in his hands. Breathing was painful. With every breath I took in the poisonous smoke, feeling it eating through my lungs, tasting blood.

Williams and the figure running deeper into the forest, and they followed them with their guns drawn and their flashlights on. "Police! Stop! We have you surrounded!" They shouted at the top of their lungs. The figure looked back and saw the police behind him. He realized he was trapped, with no way out. He reached into his backpack and pulled out a smoke bomb. He threw it to the ground, creating a thick cloud of smoke that covered the area. The smoke bomb exploded with a loud bang, startling the chasers. The smoke filled the air, making it impossible to see anything. The pursuers started coughing and choking, trying to breathe and clear their vision.

Without even counting a second, red smoke emerged from the tomato ball. “RUN TO THE CAR!” Toto shouted, grabbing my mother’s wrist. Jacob, on the other hand, dragged me by the collar. “What’s going on?!” I exclaimed as I got shoved into the shotgun ride. “The sniper you were saying will not target a Salcedo just aimed at your face, dumbass!” Jacob spat from the backseat. The Nerd heaved a sigh beside him. “Lucky us, I have a smoke bomb in my pocket!” “That tomato was a smoke bomb?!” I asked.

"That's the handgun. Over there is the rifle. It's like a cross between a sniper and an assault rifle, but it's called a long-range pulse rifle. Next, you have the smoke bomb. It's used to block scent trails. For example, if someone is being monitored by a rival wolf or even a stranger, smoke bombs will block the scent trails and keep the enemy confused." I let out a deep breath as we moved towards the next section. "We have flash bombs over there. We've got sonic fireworks, mainly used to signal the pack of rogue intrusion into the territory. Those working in the territory have this, and once we see it, we respond with the same fireworks, indicating that we've heard and are coming," he expl

"Why the hell do you have to call me? We cut ties already remember, and never to see each other, was with the call this time, huh?" The figure smoke was standing with yelled at him for buzzing his phone with calls. Smoke pulled out a cigarette from his pocket, Kindle it, turn it off, and put it in his mouth. He drew smoke out of it and puff it to the figure's face, which made him start to cough. Shadow pulled out a knife and point it to his neck, making him tilt his head a bit.

Without wasting any time, he struck his palm towards the figure. *Boom* “A dummy? Interesting” Mane smiled. The figure he saw was nothing but a dummy. Black Hand had already retreated. *poof* Smoke started to come out of the broken figure of the dummy, and Mane smiled again in appreciation. This was a smoke bomb triggered dummy. The dummy was filled with sleeping gas that clouded the senses and disoriented a person once it was breathed in.

Jenna _twisted_ Gregor’s arm. Broke it. Grabbed his gun. Put it under her _own_ chin. “_No!_” I screamed. Rylan _screamed_ too. Not cry. _COMMAND_. _OUT_. Jenna _dropped_. Convulsing. Foaming. _Alive_. And from her mouth, _smoke_. Black. Oily. _Wrong_. It _screamed_ when it hit the air. Then _vanished_. Into the rock. Into the _mine_.

"Lay a finger on her, and you'll wish you were never born." "Then, back off." I edged backward toward the window, gripping Rosemary tightly, every step measured and deliberate. Bradley, wary of harming her, matched my cautious retreat. Rosemary shivered in my embrace, her lips drained of color. "Bradley... Please, save me..." "Be quiet," I barked, cutting her off. Reaching the window, I nudged the lock open with my foot, letting the cool night air rush in. That was it. With a swift move, I thrust Rosemary into Bradley's arms and triggered the smoke bomb.