Transformers Smokescreen Prime Novels & Stories

“Gate’s durability 49% remaining!” “Trust me, we’ll get it done, dad.” Said the leader. The Commander didn’t answer it for a while. “Throw two WP-Smoke out of the gate, let the smoke screen last for 5 second then open the gate.” Said the Commander. “Yes, Sir.” WP-Smoke throwed and slowly create a smoke screen that disturbing the Fluxters on the ground. “I don’t believe you would say that.” Said another Herrscher. “I don’t want actually.” Said the leader.

Initially, everything appears routine. The shipment arrives as scheduled, and our men are meticulously going through the inventory, checking every crate against the manifest to confirm we received all items ordered. From the footage, it’s clear that everything was accounted for, matching the documentation without discrepancies. However, as Royce moves to inspect another container, the atmosphere shifts abruptly. Suddenly, smoke bombs are hurled through the opened windows, unsettling the entire setup into a cloud of chaos. Almost instantly, visibility drops to zero as the dense smoke envelops the room.

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

said a gloomy voice out of nowhere making Iliana jump a foot in the air . And then to her horror something smoky pearly white came out of the unconscious Chelsea , whatever it was it looked like light made liquid or like wind made solid . The pearly white smoke swirled around the hanging Chelsea and slowly drifted down before it materialized . It was Chelsea or her smoky counterpart Because it just looked like her , dreadful, hurt and bleeding minus a solid body . " Heh, its funny to see Myself standing in front of me but looks like you have been skimping on the mystic toner , I can see pores opening on my face " commented the smoky Chelsea .

"Kiema, how did you know that it was Smoke talking to you and not Taryk?" I asked as we watched the camera footage of Scarlet's memories again. Scarlet had gone off with the twins to do some hugging and holding. I couldn't blame any of them. "Smoke was talking to me in my head. Not really full thoughts like they would have been with Taryk, but more just grunts with cue words." "And that's not Taryk how?" Lukas asked with a smile.

"He's changed hasn't he. I hadn't noticed it until the other night when you left. He lost control but not in the way that you think. You did something unexpected beyond his gaze and it infuriated him." "What are you talking about? Just tell me already," I raised my voice slightly, feeling frustrated and agitated. I just wanted somebody to say the words that I had been in denial about since the moment his knee connected with my father's skull. "Prime has awakened," he said the three dreaded words. "How do you know that," I asked slowly, watching the swirls of the mark on my arm. It vaguely resembled the at symbol but had more swirls that formed more letters. There was an 'a' and what looked l

It drops lower, skimming close enough that the heat of it prickles his face. “Smiter!” it roars, voice doubled, the word shaking windows— as it perched itself on a power pole that had a transformer under it. Its eyes burn hotter. Flesh splits along old seams; smoke hisses from the cracks as if something inside it is overheating. “You cannot defeat us all.” “OK! I will start with a smelly shitbag like you first,” Scott says, measuring the arc for a second swing. The demon dives off the power pole and banks for another strike, eyes flashing like molten glass, body unfurling for his head. As it flew towards Scott from the corner of the demon’s eye, he could see a set of truck lights as it drove

The plan is precise, and we execute it with the efficiency of seasoned professionals. Olivia and Emily take on the first car. They expertly deploy another smoke canister, filling the vehicle with a thick, suffocating fog. Meanwhile, I focus on the rear car, tossing a canister of my own into it. Smoke quickly engulfs all three vehicles, forcing their occupants to open their doors, desperately gasping for fresh air. Even Alessandra, who had been hysterically screaming moments earlier, is silenced by the choking haze.

I tried to ask him but he wasn't even listening to me at all. I decided to shut up and watch him lead the way. He stopped in an open field and I got down. I gave him the helmet looking around the field but it's just us. He came down and brought out some cigarettes to smoke. "Can you tell me what we're doing here suddenly?" I asked him still worried and confused. He puffed out some smoke and turned to me, "You still don't know why I brought you here?" I sighed, "Is this about Lucas? We just started our relationship, you can't already be doubting me right?"

I can hear how annoyed Jaden is getting with the way he mutters under his breath and the flick of a lighter as he starts smoking. “Yep Solstice Glow Pack. But I’m just going to run the video through this new software I have.” as the typing of keys pulls through the phone. “Yep, it’s Teddy the size of the wolf and voice match his as the closest alpha,” he sounds smug puffing on his cigarette as my brothers and I exchange a look.