Optimus Prime Wings Novels & Stories

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.

This is Catherine, your new lawyer. — Fresh meat, how wonderful. The sharks are hungry. - He finished the sentence with a sigh while taking off his sunglasses and looking Catherine up and down as if he was really looking at a piece of meat. He then put the glasses in his pocket and walked towards the glass door that made a clicking sound. Being on the side of the table where the secretaries were, Catherine could see that Victoria had probably moved to press a button. She then looked back at the door and noticed that Miguel was holding it open. - Shall we go?"

"Avery, between my shoulders. Damien, Ezra, take the wing ridges. Hold the spikes." I didn't waste a breath. I scrambled up his side, feeling the powerful heat rolling off him, and settled right behind his neck. The scales were rough but warm, like heated armor. "Got it! Guys, move!" Damien laughed roughly as he hauled himself up. "This is insane. Never thought I'd ride a prince. Ezra, you good back there?" Ezra swung up last, clutching his device. "Barely. Wings are steadier than they look. Kenji, the east tower just collapsed. Go!"

I didn't reach for the blue light. I reached for the wings. I leaned into the biological horror. I stopped fighting the transition and I opened the door I hadn't even known existed. The gold scales on my arm exploded, spreading across my chest and neck in a suit of shimmering, solar mail. A pair of massive, translucent wings erupted from my back. They weren't made of feathers. They were made of solidified moonlight and liquid gold, spanning ten feet in either direction. The shockwave of the shift threw Liora and her wolf back toward the edge of the gorge.

I stared after him, heart thudding. Spitfire let out a soft, unimpressed chirp from her carrier. “Yeah, I know,” I muttered, leaning back into the pillows. “Don’t get attached.” But maybe… maybe it wasn’t the worst thing if I did.

He asked. “Yes.” I replied. As I watched the muscles on his back flex, I noticed that what I thought were scars were opening. Slowly his wings came out and extended all the way. They were breathe taking. Iridescent black like a Ravens. When he moved, even slightly the light would bounce off and a different color would reflect. Hues of blue and purple, even some deep reds. I reached out and touched them. They were softer than the pajama pants and warm, like a chick that had just dried off after hatching. And they were huge. Even fully extended they touched the ground and the peaks nearly touched my nine-foot ceilings. He brought them in close to his sides and turned around to face me. He took

Which formed like an eagle wings but, those wings are made of sharpest air most likely equivalent to the most sharpest sword* As soon as Ezekeil chanted it, a hue silver light color appeared on his back that formed into a wings. Ezekeil floated in the air with a height of twenty feet. With the bend of its will, Ezekeil spread the wings in five meters distance. Then he bended it again in a thrust. The wings moved forward as it showered a very sharpened blade of wind. The Eangle wings shower struck all the serpentous as they turned to dust. Gramboiure and his accomplices was surprise. His Serpentous soldiers are gone in just a minute. Now only fourteen of them left, since Abel, the one who was