Transformers Wing Blade Novels & Stories

He scowled and pressed the remote. Electricity of greater intensity than before surged from the chair through her body, and a large scream ripped out of her throat. Her body writhed, and black streams of smoke wafted off her. The chair shattered, and she rose into the air. “What are you waiting for? Stop her!” Demeter yelled at Blaze, and large, birdlike, orange wings sprouted out of his back. He launched into the air, swinging his sword at her. *Boom* An explosion came from her again, sending him back to the ground. A sickening crack of bones echoed through the room, and he howled in pain.

“Mama, we can’t let Michael die. We are the Trinity. We’re special. It can’t be this easy to get rid of us. It has to work. The Ancient Warrior says so. Do it!” Hannah forced their bloodied hands with the knife onto Michael’s left shoulder, where the wing should have been. Instantly, Emma and Hannah felt a jolt of energy. “Mama, my hand is getting really warm. How about yours?” “Uh huh, mine is, too. And now I’m feeling a strong throbbing, too.” A brilliant light shot up from Michael’s shoulder blade and knocked their hands away. The ritual knife burst into a million tiny fragments that floated up into the air. Out from his shoulder blade sprouted a new wing. Michael was still unconscious, b

“They look good on you.” “Thank you.” Unlike how to make myself visible to my family, willing my wings to go back in was easy. It came to me naturally. Despite the fact that my wings had gone back in, the crescent moon remained. I could feel it. I guess it was permanent. Yvonne clapped gleefully. “Your brother is going to be so impressed by this when he comes home.” “Blade is coming home?” Mother nodded. “For your birthday. After that he’ll return to school.”

“WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH MY DAMN WINGS! I'M A FAE PRINCESS RIGHT? SO SHOULDN'T I HAVE SOME KIND OF WINGS, HELL GIVE ME ONE WING, IT DOESN'T MATTER! I WILL MAKE IT WORK, I HAVE FLOWN ON PLANES WITH ONE WING BEFORE.!” “First of all don't insult real planes with that piece of shit you had us on, and there was more than a wing missing off of that piece of shit. OOOHHHH WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT! OH MY GOD! OH THIS HURT WAY WORSE THAN BEFORE! AM I DYING? IS THAT IT? IT HAS TO BE, THERE IS NO WAY THAT THIS IS JUST CONTRACTIONS! OH GOD TRIXIE I TAKE IT BACK, JUST GO AHEAD AND KILL ME AND BRING ME BACK AFTER THIS BABY IS OUT OF ME!” Mina screamed. Lahni, Shawna, Lynn, Lucky, and Trixie all stepped b

The silver hair bloomed under the faint moonlight peeping through the leaves, reflecting pale light like threads of metal. I could not see his face clearly, but the sight of his broad back alone made my breathing hitch slightly. My heart started hammering inside my chest. "Don't fall in love," Moon warned. "I am not," I whispered quickly, though my pulse refused to calm down. My attention immediately shifted to his wound. A dagger had been driven deep into his back shoulder. The blade glinted faintly beneath the moonlight. Even from this distance, I could recognize the dull gray coating along the metal.

Just… there. I waited until they were done shading the boots before I asked, “What’s the sword for?” Micah didn’t look up. “Protection.” “Not for hurting people?” I asked, knowing that he was here due to violent outbursts. They shook their head. “So that people know not to mess with them.” I sat back in my chair and let that settle. “That’s smart.” They didn’t respond, but the pencil moved with more purpose after that. A glint added to the blade. A smudge was cleaned from the cheek.

Then, I took out an A3 paper from the briefcase and spread it across the table. It was a curved flight path, overlapping on the city map. "This is the flight path of the Cessna with the registration number B-10YZ between 2:00 pm and 4:00 pm on the same day. This aircraft…" I stared at him. "…is owned by Zach Airways." A flicker of tension crossed Zachary's face. Under the light, his face turned as pale as a sheet as he swallowed hard. Mike fixed his eyes on the two documents for a long time before he gradually raised his head. "Mr. Zachary, this weather report…"

Shame this was evening happening to me. Unfortunatly, Damon moved to stand beside Ethan. “These are Twisted Blade push daggers. A tri-edge blade that spirals. Also known as a cyclone blade. They insure maximum damage with little effort. When used correctly, it will increase our killing effectiveness by 10%. Your opposite will bleed out before their wolf will be able to heal them.”

"In weather this cold, there's no smell." "Damn you!" Gunnr was livid, fury practically bursting from every orifice. With a violent beat of his wings, he shot forward like lightning, slicing past Ray so fast that only an afterimage remained. Ray's expression changed. Gunnr was terrifying. Even without his blade, his combat power hadn't dropped in the slightest. In fact, it seemed even stronger. Those wings looked as if they were forged from alloy. Not only were they incredibly hard, they were razor-sharp—their lethality surpassing that of a sword.

The laugh cut through her presence, slicing the tension. “You really…” He exhaled lightly, with a casual ease that made her stomach drop. “…should have stayed quiet.” His hand moved. And a blade appeared in his grip… blue, brilliant, glowing with a cold, piercing light. It shimmered like frozen fire… then dimmed, even the air around it feared its presence. Seryna laughed from above, sharp and scornful, her voice cutting through the tension. “You think that will be enough?” Her wings beat the air, stirring gusts that tore at the plains, yet even as she hovered above him, she felt a tremor in her chest.