Optimus Prime Wings Novels & Stories

Calvin certainly warranted it. How dare this bitch come into my domain and declare war! She would be another exception. I have never consumed a Vessel, but I wanted, and needed, to consume her. I released a high-pitched whistle, calling my children to me. Seven of them showed up. Four of them were in their first form with their wings out. Our wings were just like serrated blades – dangerous, lethal, and the perfect weapons. The remaining three of them were in their second form, essentially making them tanks. They were far more durable in this form but did not have the same agility as the first form.

They flare on either side of me and when I stand, the points arch to encompass a wide scope of the ground, causing the others to back away in shock. Because I have wings. Wings of fire.

he winked flashing his perfect smile, “I have my reasons, anyways. Isn’t the land daddy dearest so desperately wants worth a blip in your timeline?” Such an arrogant asshole. He stood nearly six foot eight with his wings adding an additional foot to his height and an impressive width. His wings were the blackest black I’d ever seen, almost as if they were part of a void, but if they caught the moonlight, it glistened off of their boned structure. He had black eyes that could bleed into the white if he wanted to terrify you, which was quite often. The man belonged in a fucking museum to be honest, with his perfectly chiseled jawline and sharp cheekbones. He wore tight black jeans, but no shir

Yikes "You have wings too?" I ask Aylin and she nods before huge black wings appear behind her. Hers are membranous and resemble bat wings. Her wings seem to absorb what small light there is, and nothing shines off of them, like the blackness of them overpowers any kind of light. She flaps her wings once, before she jumps and lets them carry her upwards. She makes it look effortless.

Zephyr screamed from the prow. Saoirse looked up. diving from the cloud layer above them were three shapes. They looked like birds, but they were too big, too angular. Their wings didn't flap; they locked into place. "Iron-Wings!" Vane cursed, spinning the wheel. "Imperial Interceptors! They’re mechanized wyverns!" The creatures shrieked—a sound of tearing metal. They were biological horrors, wyverns that had been flayed and fitted with jet turbines on their wings and cannons in their mouths.

Then, the miracle happened. The twins didn't panic. They looked at each other, their violet and emerald light merging into a brilliant, metallic gold. They didn't blink or levitate; they expanded. A pair of massive, translucent wings—one violet, one emerald—erupted from the "Twin-Storm." They weren't bird wings; they were wings made of pure, solidified aurora. They caught the wind, the descent slowing instantly. Félix looked up, his eyes wide with shock, as his children literally carried him through the air. I flared my own kinetic power, gliding down to meet them.

“It’s about embracing him. But remember, your wolf is not the only thing you’ve inherited.” Zach stiffened, jaw clenched. “I know.” My brows furrowed. “What does she mean?” He didn’t answer. Not until the shadows rippled around him. It started in his back, like the skin itself couldn’t contain what was inside. Then, with a sound like tearing silk and cracking bone, two enormous black wings unfurled from his shoulder blades. I froze, my breath stolen from my chest. They weren’t soft, feathered wings like an angel’s. They were sleek, scaled like obsidian, each feather sharp and jagged, gleaming like blades under the moonlight. At the ends, the tips curved into deadly points, like swords waitin

She had seen it the other night but at a distance and he had blended into the night sky to easily. His sun kissed skin began to morph and the darkest black scales took its place. His body grew until it towered over her almost a good seven feet above her own head. His size was massive. His eyes shined brightly as he stretched his wings. The span was impressive and covered the entire size of the roof top that they were on.

" They hopped in their car and peeled out, leaving me alone outside the venue. The wind bit into me. I tugged my coat closer and waved down a cab home. All my stuff had been thrown outside, dumped across the doorstep like garbage. The maid looked sorry as she said, "Mr. and Mrs. Swain told me you have to leave and never come back." I didn't charge in to yell at them. I just packed up quietly, then walked away with my things. That very night, I got on a plane out of town, heading to a hidden research base run by the National Space Agency. Just before I left, I texted everyone, "I, Wanda Swain, am officially done with the Swains for good and by choice."

I couldn't stop my cheeks from burning as much as I tried. As soon as I felt the protection of his wings, the enemy launched another barrage of powerful blows. The strikes came from all directions, each more powerful than the last. Chase's body shifted with the titanium wings being crushed by powerful forces. His arms around me didn't budge as he growled loudly. You couldn't damage Chase's wings if you tried. His wings appeared unbreakable despite repeated attempts at crushing him by the enemy. I never doubted that my involvement in this tremendous power was essential.