Transformers Wing Blade Novels & Stories

“Leave it alone!” “What’s the matter?” “You forgot your reaction when you touched this blade back at Dragun Squad Base Camp. This blade has a devilish nature, so you can’t control it now.” “Back then, Blade Hero was known as the great warrior who was invincible in the Transformation Realm,” Tyr replied with a sigh. “He had reached the pinnacle of Transformation and was capable of wielding both the Celestial Blade and the Sword of Grace. Why can’t I control the Celestial Blade now that I’ve reached the pinnacle of Transformation?”

Michael took over immediately and grabbed Mina as she slipped from his back, he wrapped his arms around her, as his wings expanded and he took flight bringing Mina back on the wing of the jet. He placed Mina back on his back and allowed Onyx to take back control. Mina's harness snapped back into place as Blaze went from archangel to wolf. “Damn I hate you, you got an angel and a wolf, and all we got is regular wolves.” Ji'lahni said and Maka growled offended. “Oh, I didn't mean it like that, you're a fucking alpha you're the strongest wolf that I have ever seen, but wings would be fucking awesome right now.” Ji'lahni said shrugging, he knew what she meant and he had to admit wings would be a

“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.”

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.