Transformers Prime Smokescreen Prime Novels & Stories

Fifty of the Smith’s Pack elite warriors poured out, weapons raised, with some shifting halfway into their wolf forms. "Alpha!" They all called out. Alfred, the butler and unexpected tactical commander, jumped out of the lead vehicle. He was flanked by Gamma Reid and the Pack Enforcer too, a massive wolf named Tor. They ran toward the smoking ruins, definitely expecting to find a corpse or at most, a severely injured person almost at the brink of death. They stopped dead at the edge of the green circle, shocked. The warriors lowered their guns instantly. Their jaws dropped. They stared at the grass, then at the frozen statues of the mercenaries, then at the scattered weapons, at the still ve

Richard used the advanced smoke screen that even the killers used the anti smokes screen, they can’t resist it. They run and escape immediately. While the cafe and the others are panicking, Richard and Rodulf hide at the back of the cafe.

"NOW!!" We jumped out of the way as Jacob dropped the two large smoke bombs to the ground floor. Immediately, thick white fumes filled up the air, temporarily blinding the wolf vision of the army of werewolves. I knew it would affect them more because they were transformed fully and I was grateful things were going according to plan.

The private inner sanctum of the Alpha Prime was not an office; it was a limestone vault perched at the absolute apex of the Central Command Tower. The room was circular, bounded by floor-to-ceiling sheets of reinforced ballistic glass that overlooked the entire, mist-shrouded expanse of the Northern Crescent campus. On the central slate table, dynamic tactical projections hummed in cold, neon blue, casting sharp, skeletal angles across the room. The air inside was entirely toxic. Magnus did not bother with pleasantries. The moment the heavy pneumatic security doors sealed behind Jake and Avery, leaving Commander Vard outside, the Alpha Prime unleashed his True Alpha aura like a physical det

- Swirling fragrant smoke evaporates from rose tea, intermingling with the air-con present in Ethan's conference hall. Each corner abuzz, an airy conference room crackles with electricity. Ryan, his tall figure adorned in an impeccable outfit, holds the audience captive. With a single click of the remote, the large screen burst to life. The LOVESICK logo beams at the audience, illuminating their eager faces. The faces of the attendees are awash with anticipation, eyes locked onto screen, drawn in by the offerings Ryan is going to reveal soon. Next to him, stands the CEO, Ethan Smith himself, looking effortlessly suave in a tailored charcoal suit.

I yanked his hands and dragged the phone from his hands to read the content. My mouth hanged in the air before my lips curled into a big smile. Prime invited us to discuss a "possible collaboration in the future." We both say in unison. "Bro-" "Bro!" "Broooo..." "Bro!" We both chant dramatically,each 'bro' holding a different facial reaction. We hugged and began to shout joyously around the apartment.At night I layed in bed, starting at the email from Prime. I stared at the names of on the screen.

While Party Freedom held a private meeting of their own, Zen returned to the group call with great news. “I found it!” Sasha grinned. “What should we do now? Attack them? They look like little raptors.” Checking the party quest log, Zen told Sasha and Akiko to return first while they turned in the quest. “I want to see if the Shady Merchant would give each individual five smokescreen grenades as a reward or five smokescreen grenades to the party as a whole for the reward.”

King Astius was flabbergasted. "Behind you!" Sithah screamed when a living dead was about to attack King Astius from behind. And so, they failed to inform the others about the guardian. They were stuck in the middle of the battlefield again, fighting against the living and dead enemies. Purple Smoke was doing a test on her newly acquired power by absorbing the soul of the living people in the battlefield, may it be her own soldiers or the enemies. She then released a black smoke and spread across the battlefield. Every living thing that it reached became a pale corpse.

Her slender fingers trembled ever so slightly. Pale blue smoke rose. It blurred her calm, beautiful face. She smoked slowly and stared at the indecent photos on the desk. Her thoughts drifted far back into the past. She was twenty-eight at the time. She was already Monhattan’s most sought-after mergers and acquisitions lawyer. A Vitale family port acquisition triggered a federal investigation. The first time Matteo sat across from her in her office, his shirt sleeves were rolled up to his elbows. His eyes were razor-sharp.

he trembled, trying to hold his ground. "Oh? Then, let’s prove it." I nodded to Zane, who brought my disabled robot onto the stage. Grabbing a steel rod as thick as my wrist, I brought it down on the machine in a hail of blows. "No!" Adrian lunged, but security, who was ready for this, pinned him in place. Helpless, he could only watch as I smashed the bot to pieces, muttering over and over, "System, I won’t change, I won’t change it…"