Transformers Smokescreen Prime Novels & Stories

The enforcers froze, their movements faltering. "What… what is that?" Lia stammered, pointing at the vat. Riska's device shrieked. "The energy signature… it’s Core Prime! They're not just pursuing us. They're trying to… absorb our creation! They’re trying to weaponize it themselves!" The liquid in the vat began to glow with an unnatural, phosphorescent light, mirroring the corrupted glow of the reservoir. The potent aroma of their mixture was being distorted, twisted, corrupted by Core Prime's overwhelming influence.

Although this man was all smiles, he knew all this was just a facade. Hearing Levian’s words, Stephen picked up a crystal globe from his table and spoke, "As a businessman yourself, Mr. Smith, do you think it would be profitable for me to make a big deal out of a small attack on a doctor?" he smiled and set the globe back down. "We both know the answer is no."

Danielle says over my shoulder and sounds as confused as her explanation is. “I don’t see anything, just wolves being whipped up into the air, there’s no creature there.” Erin says, sounding worried. My eyes open as I look towards the monitor she’s watching. Danielle’s right, the solid smoke is swatting pack members away like flies, but doing nothing to harm them. Weird. Where is he going? “Alpha Drake, where is the smog guy going? Do you have anything there that it would target?” I ask through the link. “Nothing but the lake between us and the packhouse, I’m not sure about a smog guy though.” Alpha Drake responds. “We are trying to figure out this forcefield that keeps tossing us around.”

“Team Mack, Section 4 is breached. They’re using phased-shifting to move through the internal firewalls. Marcus, take the Smith enforcers and hold the intersection at the gallery. Don Krauser, the service elevators are yours.” Marcus Smith, a stalwart ally of the Phoenix Mafia, adjusted his tactical vest, his expression one of grim determination. Beside him, Elena—another key Smith ally—checked the charge on her sonic disruptor. They weren't just protecting a house; they were protecting the legacy of Sir Arthur Smith, a legacy Peony sought to dismantle. “We’re in position, Xavier,” Marcus reported, his voice low and steady. “They’re coming. I can hear the hum of their phased-shift units.”

Secrets have a way of coming to light, especially when someone like me is determined to uncover them. "You're bluffing," she snapped, though her voice shook. "Am I?" Tony chuckled darkly. "Let's just say I have a few surprises in store for you. Enjoy your perfect little life while it lasts." The line went dead, leaving Violet clutching the phone, her hands shaking. A Storm Brewing

The night sky turned orange with fire. I lay there coughing, ears ringing, every inch of my body screaming. Kade was on top of me, still shielding me from the worst of the blast and falling debris. “You okay?” he rasped, his face inches from mine, eyes full of fear and love. I touched his bloody cheek with trembling fingers. “Yeah, you?” Before he could answer, a terrifying shadow rose from the heart of the flames behind us. Unit Prime stepped out of the inferno, one arm completely missing, and half its body was the color of charcoal.

"Here we are—I can get you started with Blackwood's *Ritual Smoke Practices of the Late Period* and Mahmoud's translation of the *Papyrus of the Serpent's Breath*. Fair warning though, some of the source material suggests these weren't just symbolic rituals." "What do you mean?" The librarian leaned forward conspiratorially. "The ancient accounts describe practitioners actually experiencing prophetic visions through the smoke. Modern scholars dismiss it as religious theater, but the documentation is remarkably consistent across all versions of research they say that the smoke cobra can appear to people at a cross road in their lives should them possible futures but its up to the receiver to

She snaps our fingers again and the smoke from the fire turns purple. "It's so no one can see the smoke. We only can" she said in my head before retreating. "Holy goddess, who was awesome," Harmon said, high fiving me. Samael was beaming at me. Zoey was rolling her eyes as if unimpressed and Xavier looked at me questionably.

It entered her embrace and after few seconds ,it moved towards the bowl of water. "Hisssss". It's fangs dropped purple liquid into the bowl as pictures of three people appeared in it. " That's it baby. Mama is glad she has you". Clara watched the blue eyes angel through the bowl. " Lucy Smith, I plan on using you to destroy my brother. Ha ha. But I wouldn't have done it without manipulating Shirley . Oh how I love it when humans go against each other". She watched the third person in the picture and smiled.

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.