Transformers Smokescreen Prime Novels & Stories

“You don't have to be a prude, Preppy.” “I'm not a prude,” he passed the blunt, blowing smoke into the air. He shifted his weight, holding up what was left in the small pouch, “and what's with the lube?”

She saw where the puck had been half a second ago, but not where it was. "They're using 'Latency-Shields'!" Julian shouted, his silver skin the only source of high-definition light in the gloom. "They're forcing the world to lag so we can't time our checks!" The Monolith of the Hollows, a blurred titan known as The Smudge, swung a void-tendril at Zane. The impact didn't hurt Zane’s physical body; it "Decessed" his shoulder, turning his obsidian skin into a flat, grey texture.

he said sternly but still smirking at me. "WHAT???" I couldn't tell if I was confused or angry. He looked at me with more pity. "Quit looking at me like that," I said under my breath. He stood there in front of the gate that covered the door and looked down at the floor. Smoke had to be about 6'3 all muscle and brawn. I could tell he was highly intelligent by the way he presented himself. Tribal tattoos on his arms followed up to his neck. I found myself wondering how far the tattoo ran down the other way but shrugged it off. I studied him more. He looked tired. Very tired. He had dimples which took something away from his intimidation. He had dark hair and about a 5-day stubble on his face