Transformers Wing Blade Novels & Stories

Remy: “Say yes whenever you want, storm queen. I’m already yours.” I exhale a laugh that’s half sob and open my crafting interface for the first time in months. New blueprints have appeared (glowing violet, marked [Deep Script Forged]): - For Lucian → “Draconic Void-Scale Wingblades” – foldable lightning swords that grow from his wings - For Remy → “Starlight Coyote Claws” – retractable gauntlets forged from the first star Coyote ever tricked

I have never seen such beautiful wings in my entire life. His crimson-red wings are described as metallic with each feather sharp like a precision blade. Each feather/blade has the top part crimson with the hairs or fibres sticking out of the sides, while the end of the blade itself is black. I really envy him. Why does he have to have such beautiful wings? Why is mine not like his? I cried in my mind and again looked up at him. He was waiting for me to go up. So I spread my wings too and flew up to complete the rest of the fight.

“Night Wing, about 25 degrees from here and to the west, there is a cluster of about half a hectare land cultivated with around 20 men guarding the place, you take 15 men and take it out, not even a fly needs to be spared.” Night Wing knelt on one knee as he accepted decree; He tapped his left chest with his right hand, fisted with his head lowered before calling his men and leaving the aircraft by abseiling down. “Night Blade” Chris turned to Night Blade. “My Lord.” Night Blade knelt on one knee as he awaited his orders.

The chains also dangled to make a deep sorrowful and pain-felt sound in the background. "Now I shall have the strength of an angel altogether and rule as a god before these competitors owning half of my city!" Blade stormed full of ecstasy and with his arms spread a little higher above his shoulders, he grunted but still hungered to be satisfied while having his tongue roll around his lips, to the lower part of his beard and to his moustache.

"You didn't just love me, Jinyan. You used me to stay alive. Every time we touched, every time I felt that rush of connection... I wasn't just giving you my heart. I was giving you my life." He let out a jagged, wet breath. "I wanted to tell you... I tried to find another way. But the Father... he designed me to need you. I am Blade, Panni. And a blade has no light of its own. It only reflects what is poured into it." I felt the resonance in my blood begin to scream. It was a physical pressure behind my eyes, a heat in my palms that felt like molten lead. I was the Battery. My very existence was a power source, a reservoir of light that the Firm had spent fifteen years perfecting.

All I want now is to help and fight with them. "No Via! I need to make sure that Blade is safe! I will go after him," I answered her calmly but she insisted. Why is she doing this? Aren't we supposed to be helping each other than running away? Women are not weak like what everyone thinks of us and I want to prove that! We shouldn't just be hidden during a battle. We can always fight for ourselves for we are the greatest weapon but they are treating us like a weak and useless piece of shit. Damn, I'm tired of being treated this way! I want to show myself and let them see my wings that can easily make everyone die the moment they touched them. I'm not something who needs to be taken care of, r

Wherever the blades passed, the air seemed to tear, emitting a piercing screech. Cloudwalker's expression remained unchanged. He waved his fly whisk, and the golden light surged, the whisk's threads tracing graceful arcs in the air like golden chains, wrapping around each incoming black energy blade. With a flick of his wrist, the fly whisk snapped, instantly purifying the blades into wisps of black smoke that dissipated into the air.

Zephyr screamed from the prow. Saoirse looked up. diving from the cloud layer above them were three shapes. They looked like birds, but they were too big, too angular. Their wings didn't flap; they locked into place. "Iron-Wings!" Vane cursed, spinning the wheel. "Imperial Interceptors! They’re mechanized wyverns!" The creatures shrieked—a sound of tearing metal. They were biological horrors, wyverns that had been flayed and fitted with jet turbines on their wings and cannons in their mouths.

He activated the spiritual energy within him, gathering it on his Thunder Blade. The Thunder Blade gleamed with a cold light, and a crimson hue appeared on the blade. "Crazy Blade Strike!" A sharp and fierce blood-red blade light cut through the air, flashing through the moonlit woods. Just as the blade light was about to touch Sebastian's body, a semi-transparent shield appeared in front of him. Clang! When the blade light struck the shield, the shield dissipated, and the blade light was also neutralized. Sebastian was unharmed, showing no signs of damage.

Jiang Tao said with a sneer. Clatter! Clatter...! Jiang Tao and his men pulled the triggers almost at the same time, and flames erupted from their muzzles. Countless bullets shot towards the Winged. "Do you really think you can kill me with these toys?" The Winged did not panic. With a flap of his wings, some of his feathers flew glittering and shot down the coming bullets. However, the moment the bullets were shot down, streaks of purple light flew out, pierced through his protective halo, and shot directly into his body, causing blood to splash.