Optimus Prime Wings Novels & Stories

“Your wings are residual magic’s; imitating the rooster wings I conjured on my person during my captivity, in mockery of my genes as the men in long white coats would say, unlike mine it cannot simply be removed with a wave of hand because it has been imbued in you since birth, but still they are made entirely of hardened lightening, and can be temporarily dispersed like ozone matter if you concentrate enough.’’ On saying this, he proceeded in teaching them, the shock on their faces were comical as they gaped at each other, looking strangely different without their wings, it was like it was there but at the same time not there, despite the wings absent, Omotola could feel them stirring at he

the Primal voice inside me roared. Pain exploded between my shoulder blades—a searing, tearing heat that made me scream into the wind. But the scream wasn't one of agony; it was a battle cry. From my back, two massive structures erupted. They weren't feathered like a bird’s or leathery like a bat’s. They were wings made of obsidian thorns and shimmering violet light. Every "feather" was a razor-sharp leaf forged from Malachi’s shadows and my own life force.

he instructed, “hands neatly behind your back, head up, and walk.” We stepped along the narrow cobblestones embedded in the earth. Sicca led the way, me following directly behind him. He seemed to glide effortlessly over the ground, completely untethered by the lack of elegance I carried—he had enough grace for both of us. Two guards stood before the glass doors. Both were clad in armor that looked unnatural in this setting, as if they were determined to stand out from the surrounding nature rather than blend in. Yet, what really caught my eye were the wings—something I had never seen before. They were like delicate dragonfly wings, attached to their backs. Nearly transparent, with only the

"It’s staying alive with them, right? " "Do you want to make it come true? I’ll help you then." "Please, help me." "All right, but just this once. You have to figure it out by yourself next time." "Understood." The right wing of his is glowing white and turning into a big white fluffy wing. It envelopes Kartika, Herman, and Varz’s bodies. It lets it go, and they seem to be fine. The trio opens their eyes and they are surprised to see Alfi having a black wing on his left and a white wing on his right.

[Carnelia] The first time we flew together, I was terrified, screaming, and tied to a cart. The last time we flew together, we were falling, both of us injured and broken when we reached the bottom. This time we are soaring. Primus is in his usual form, a creature somewhere in between a drake and a man, holding me tightly against his chest. We are gliding on the wind as his wings hold us both aloft as we head away from Crimson and head down the coast. Whatever fear I might have felt at flying has completely disappeared as the sound of his wings and the beating of his heart so close to my own brings me peace.

Once she was completely naked she closed her eyes and began to Shift into her raven form. I had never seen anyone but Arden Shift before, so watching as her bones snapped and rearranged beneath her skin shocked me. Sleek black feathers sprouted out of her changing body and her arms morphed strangely, appearing more and more like wings. Her legs thinned out and quickly slipped out of the shackles, her wings too thin and becoming nothing more than feathers and delicate bones dropping the chains with a loud clunk. Her soft face became covered in fluffy little feathers as well, with a beautifully curved beak replacing her mouth and nose.

Light exploded from my body, blinding white and pure gold mixing together in waves of power that made the air itself sing. Mom's hand found mine as wings of light spread from my shoulders, filling the tiny cell with their radiance. Time to fly. The wings weren't like anything I'd seen before. Not feathered like traditional angel wings. Not bat-like, like demon wings. These were pure energy, translucent and opalescent, shifting between gold and white with every pulse of power. “Impossible,” Azrael's voice came through the door again. “The dampening fields…” My power answered him, shattering every suppression device built into the walls. Pieces of tech rained down around us as the wings grew s

Reyes stood near the open door, strapped in, vest tight, headset buzzing with chatter. “We have visual,” someone called from the cockpit. “One vehicle outside, beat-up pickup. No movement yet.” The team touched down in a gravel patch nearby. Reyes and the squad moved quickly, low and silent. Milo stepped out first, hands already raised, sweat blooming under his arms. “Don’t shoot! Don’t shoot!” From inside, Knox followed, stumbling over himself, arms shaking in the air. Cowards, Reyes thought. Not even a trace of fight in them.

Jason asks, A frown appears on his face before he answers sarcastically, “Is there any other meaning of wings? They are huge. So huge, that they touch the floor.” Closing my eyes, I picture my wings, just like Nyx taught me. Seconds later, I feel their weight behind. His surprised gasp fills the room, making me open my eyes. I stare at him and, with my voice trembling, I ask, "You mean wings like these?” His mouth hangs open as he nods. “Yes,” he whispers, his eyes still wide with shock. “They are exactly the same. The only difference is that hers are black.” Fucking hell. That’s the only thought that was on my mind as I registered his words.