Optimus Prime Wings Novels & Stories

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?"

he said. “Wings,” I confirmed. “She absolutely has wings in her repertoire now.” “Technically they were a manifestation of—” “Wings,” I said firmly. “My best friend grew wings in a battle. I’m calling them wings.” Marcus made a sound that was probably not supposed to be a laugh and was. Kael’s hand rested on the door. The almost-smile stayed. “She’s strong,” he said. “Yes,” I said. “She is.” KAEL’S POV

"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.

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

I wonder what I'm going to see this time. “Wow,” I gasped as I instantly snatched the phone from his hand. I sat back in my seat to examine the picture more closely. On the screen, I could see myself, but my eyes were now pure and brilliant white. The usual white swirling circles that I'd got used to seeing when I felt like this, were now gone. I looked closer at the picture, and I could see the beautiful wings that had just embraced me. They were poking out above my shoulders and they came all the way down my back, the ends of them hanging off of the couch. They were bright white but slightly opaque in look, like frosted glass. They looked like they were made entirely of light. Damien sat d

"Boom! Boom!" A pair of deafening explosions resounded. As soon as the magic-imbued weapons came in contact with Chu Xun's fist-like energy bolts, the resulting shockwave nearly caused internal injuries to the two old Wingeds, as their weapons were blasted out of their grip and they both began falling. In their panic, the two Wingeds tried to regain their stability in the air, but to no avail. They continued plummeting to the ground. "Whoosh!" The Tenth Presbyter could stomach it no longer. With a powerful beat of his wings, he sped after his subordinates, raising an arm to cast strange white globs of light that expanded into a sudden rush of white light to cushion the fall of his men.

I see the scatter of people below fall to their knees in submission. He lowers his head and I see his wings begin to shrink, the scales down his back glittering magnificently, and I watch as his wings retract into his back and the large gashes where his wings once were close up. His scales disappear, simply leaving the imprint that is usually there.

Each placement needed careful judgment and tedious work. The Astoria wings came first, its huge skeletal 'wingbones' flaring impressively outwards, making the Fantasia appear like a fallen angel. Its combination of thrusters and antigravity systems meant the wings had been designed to maximize its surface area. This also made it easy to damage, as any casual hit could reduce the component's performance and ground the mech.