Optimus Prime Wings の小説・ストーリー

The other curved backward in a brutal sweep, thicker than Apollo’s and ridged along its length, as though designed less for ceremony and more for impact. His wings were folded tight behind him, but even restrained, they carried weight. They were not the flexible, membranous stretch of Apollo’s; they were denser, layered in plates edged with serrated bone. Each ridge caught the firelight and fractured it, casting sharp shadows across the stone. In battle, those wings would not glide. They would cleave.

Those fearless creatures flew in terror from the unknown phenomenon and fought with weaker beasts for their hiding spots. “I want a full report of our situation, damage, and location sent an SOS to the main army too.” Said a 2 meters tall humanoid clad in red-trimmed black power armor, a skull with eight red wings painted on his chest as military distinction, and an energy rifle strapped to his back. He was standing on a platform in a room full of other “people” of varying size and number of limbs, all of them wore the same type of armor with different amounts of wings, but no one had more than the humanoid. “The shield is at full power, sir! No lives were lost in the crash so far!” answered

Jace carried her, and they flew with wings on Jace's huge back. Rain barely dared to open her eyes when the wind hit her body. She couldn't see Jace's face when she flew. She could only see the muscles and veins along the man's shoulders and neck. Rain could also see a pair of black wings spread wide across Jace's back, and runes adorned the entire surface of his skin.

"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

When Sirus opened it, only to reveal a large pair of wings. The wingspan was about three meters, fierce and colorful. Sirus took down the wings, a hint of pride in his eyes. “These wings were made from the feathers of the Heavenly Fiend Phoenix. Once refined and merged, you can use it by channeling your immortal essence. It can fly several hundred miles with a single flap and is an exceptional treasure for flight. Now...”

the Emperor said. His voice carried enough pressure to crush bone. He didn’t even raise his hands—he commanded the entire court with a single shift of his wings. The great, dark spans stayed absolutely still, a faint rustle of bone against velvet the only sound. They didn’t look like wings meant for flight—they looked like towering shields of midnight, curved inward as if any defiance would be crushed beneath them. The room froze. It was the first time anyone had ever seen the Emperor reveal his wings. Rumors had long spread that he was defective, that he had no wings at all—that he banned others from showing theirs to hide his shame. But there they were: a powerful, unique pair of black win

I turned my gaze as he stripped off his shirt and pants. The sound of bones breaking filled the air. A loud thud was the only signal I needed to know I could look up. I stared at Ophir in awe. At night it was hard to see how truly magnificent he was. His wings could easily stretch across our training field. Two claws sat on the peaks of both wings. His scales were as black as the night sky. His black horns on top of his head pointed backwards more and stuck out the sides of his lower jaw. Spikes poked out of his chin, and some ran up each of his legs. The scales of his wings looked like feathers. He laid on the ground tucking his wings beside him. His black claws dug into the dark earth.

His complexion was a little darker as if he had bathed in the sun for far too long. The wings on the man’s back weren’t like the wings of a bird; they were metal-skeletal and lacked feathers. If not for the fact he wasn’t wearing a shirt, I would have guessed that the wings were manufactured. When the man folded the wings behind him, I could see his muscles ripple with the movement. “Didn’t you crawl under a rock somewhere?” The man asked Xureus. Xureus didn’t answer immediately. Since I wasn’t sure if there would be a battle today, I joined Hunter and Xureus off the porch. My brothers followed, as did Caleb, but he took a protective stance in front of me.

“Are you my boyfriend or my bodyguard?” He held his ring in front of me, my eyes were magnetized by the intricate carvings on it. “Guardian angel, remember?” He straightened up on his seat, and in a louder than necessary voice, he said, “And unlike the last one you had, I have a sword, not a halo. And my wings are black, not white. It’s time they realized who they will have a problem with the next time they hurt even a single hair in your body!” My eyes widened at him. He took my hand in his again, and then he bent down to kiss my fingers once again. “I love you, angel.” He didn’t even whisper that. I was sure many people around us heard everything he said.

Flying is the absolute shit. After some time, I see the clearing Ares was talking about. I think it’s a great spot. Although I have no idea how big we even are and if it will fit. I would love to look at our reflection somehow. All I can see are my wings and my long ass tail, which looks like a complete weapon on its own. And I love the color of our fu… scales. It looks like an actual armor.