Ring Pull Smoke Bomb Novels & Stories

"We still don’t know if Dana is going to pull through, and it smiled when it tried to eat me. We have to kill it." The bolt goes through the breastbone. The body arches on impact, then settles again. And keeps breathing. "Burn it," Tori says, white to the lips. Reena's already coming down the steps with the fuel can from the truck bed. We're outside in the long grass when the smoke starts to rise through the doorway, and that's when the screaming comes back. Out of the greying sky, ragged, listing, guts shredded and swinging. It circles the smoke twice, three times, that beautiful face turned down to stare at what we've done, shrieking.

I leap into action once again shredding my clothes. When I get there, everyone is already in the heat of battle. I rip one rogues head off. Suddenly a smoke bomb is thrown in our direction. This is not any regular smoke though. It is wolfsbane. This was a setup. I should have been more aware of my surroundings. My throat starts to close, and I can’t breathe. Everyone is screaming. The pain is unimaginable. I feel myself fading again. It’s that same feeling I had when I was hit by the arrows some months ago.

“Oh, and here are some pictures from our bed. Look at them. They might help you understand the case.” The photos showed a man and a woman entwined. The man’s handsome face shone with decadent desire. It was Matteo. Sophia left. Her high heels clicked on the floor. Each tap seemed to strike Alicia’s fraying nerves. The office was empty except for her. After a long while, Alicia opened a drawer. She pulled out a box of slim cigarettes she had not touched in a long time. She took one out and lit it. Her slender fingers trembled ever so slightly.

No one seemed to notice their brief exchange. Raven’s fingers tightened around the smoke bomb. This was it. She silently counted to five. Then, with a deep breath, she threw the smoke bomb down. A loud pop echoed through the night, followed by a hiss. Smoke billowed around her in thick, dark waves, swallowing everything in its path. Shouts rose from the pack as confusion spread. Then, another explosion of smoke. Raven’s eyes darted to the left. By the trees, a second smoke bomb went off, sending even more dense fog rolling through the gathering. Miranda. She must have set off another one herself.

Red stood near the bar, still as stone, arms crossed, watching everything. He knew what was coming. He'd been waiting for it all night. And then it happened. CLINK. A small metal canister hit the floor near the stage, spun once, and started to hiss. Thick smoke burst from it in heavy waves, swallowing the air in seconds. The music didn’t stop — not right away. But Red did. His eyes locked on the device. Recognition was instant. Smoke bomb. Tactical. Police-issued. This was it. The raid had begun.

The door is slammed shut again, and on the other side, there are coughs and screams. “What was that?” Sebastian asks. “Smoke bomb,” Grip says. I get the feeling it’s not the kind I used to light on Independence Day as a kid. “It’ll knock ‘em all out soon enough.” “Where the hell did you get that?” Sebastian asked him. Even in the dark I can imagine the face that Grip is making as he smirks. “I never come to a fight unarmed.” Some of the wolves on our side had been carrying packs. Maybe it was in one of those. That’s all I can figure.

Running with speed through the platforms, he using his rope he was pulling when he saw at the last second the pipes and they were shooting at the same time and in that instant, he threw a batarang being pulled at the same speed that followed. As he staggers, far ahead of him is thrown by the same bolt of lightning that struck the monster minutes before he saw it by a rope. Even so, he tried to escape and threw a bomb and with it came a huge bang shattering the windows and thorny vines crossed the windows vines and flowers on their stems released what would be pheromone. In all their directions knocking them down were Pamela's seduction pheromones mixed with what would be fear gas they all fe

I couldn’t keep the humorless chuckle from escaping, but it was interrupted in the next moment by another long yawn interposing the sound. As a result, I leaned back, relaxing into my mate as I responded in a more subdued manner, “If you would have asked me that question twenty-four hours ago, my answer would have been zilch, but now? I can tell you damn near anything you want to know about it, including the fact it is a wolfsbane smoke bomb.” My words elicited the expected reaction, but Ryker thankfully reminded them to keep it down or risk facing his wrath if our daughter awoke again from their shenanigans.

If the child stabilized, the battlefield would return to normal and Kael’s side had already gained the advantage. Darian sighed quietly. “Well… time for a different approach.” He pulled a small metal sphere from his coat. A smoke bomb. Hunters used them when things became complicated. He lit the fuse with a small spark. And tossed it down toward the courtyard. The sphere struck the ground with a loud crack. Thick black smoke exploded outward instantly. Within seconds the courtyard was swallowed in darkness. Rowan cursed. “What the hell—” Through the smoke, a shadow moved fast. Too fast.

Philip snapped, glaring at the man standing as still as a statue beside him. "Well? You’ve been staring forever—see anything yet?" “…Of course I did. She’s clearly been traumatized again. What did you do this time? Don’t tell me—” He smirked, crossing his arms and leaning back against the wall. Diego didn’t respond. Between his fingers, a lit cigarette glowed red, but he never took a drag. His expression was cold and unreadable. “The bomb used in the BM incident—it was a T5. I took photos. Have a look,” he said in a low voice, passing his phone over.