Transformers Wing Blade Novels & Stories

The person on the other side stated. I had to clear my throat before I could respond “Angels shouldn’t have clipped wings.” “I understand hold just a moment.” The man that had answered pressed a few buttons and before I knew it, I could hear June’s voice through the phone, “Are you safe?” June was straight to the point, but in her line of work I assume she had to be.

“Now, Zach. Show them what we are.” I let him rise further. My back split with a surge of force, black wings tearing free, arching into the air like midnight blades. Their edges shimmered faintly with a metallic gleam, each feather a weapon in itself. The arena fell silent, stunned into awe. I spread them wide, their shadow engulfing Vaughn where he stood frozen for a heartbeat too long. Then I moved my wings, slicing the air, a gust slamming him off balance. He skidded across the dirt, shock flashing in his wolf eyes.

My attention moved to Zac, who was standing directly beside me. “His wings might not look harmful now, but he can make blades appear in the place of a feather. The blades can cut through practically anything, as easily as cutting paper. Even if a blade cuts a God, it might not directly kill them, but it would become a mortal wound, which could become fatal.” Xureus responded, not bothering to keep his voice low as Zac had. “And here I thought you forgot about me.” Leroy smirked at Xureus and stepped forward. “By the way, how is the family? Oh, wait. I forgot, they were killed.”

"You humor me." "Oh really?" Scott chuckled. "Angels can not be killed using a mere blade, looks like someone did not finish his study." Holding his wrist, she pulled the blades out and her skin sealed itself, leaving no trace of breakage. "No, but they can be transformed." He smirked and with a flick of his wrist he had one hand free and on her throat and in an instant his lips locked hers. Sheila squirmed beneath him, trying to fight him off, her free hand grabbed his throat and his skin sizzled where she touched. Her wings shot out powerfully from beneath her and wrapped them in an embrace, heating up rapidly.

"I won't let go." Rhydian smiled through the blood on his lips. "You never have to." The Twin Blades merged into one brilliant white sword. Its light pierced the heavens. The King of the Void looked at the weapon. For the first time... It took a single step backward. "You forged..." Its voice carried something unfamiliar. "...the Blade of Beginning." The Creator smiled. "No. They did." The white blade released a pulse of light that spread across the collapsing world. Dead trees bloomed. Broken stone became green with life. The frightened Gatekeepers felt hope returning to their hearts. Even the widening crack in the sky stopped growing.

Finally his hand stopped on what appeared to be a very thin, short,flimsy blade. “Out of all the tools I have in this bag, this one right here, this flimsy little blade is the most effective in torturing this little angel. You see Daniel, Marcus and Lucian are more angel than demon. So I make sure I keep my angel blade sharp. This seemingly harmless thing is actually one of the only things that can kill an angel. The second being Lucifer's sword of course.” Azazel explained as he walked closer to where Marcus’ body hung. Marcus braced himself, and closed his eyes. Daniel looked over at Elizabeth, “Can your wings fly?” He mouthed. She nodded, letting them fall.

I'm already under it," I shot back, my teeth gritted against the pressure. I shifted my hips forward, forcing my center of gravity down by another three inches. The carbon composite of my left blade screamed against the textured track compound as I forced it into the tightest possible arc. It was the exact point where the western district’s telemetry analysts thought I would experience a micro-delay”the exact friction point where a standard trailing wing would have dropped their cadence to avoid clipping the anchor's heel. But Kane didn't leave me behind, and I didn't pull back.

The drive was still at her throat. She met my eyes. “We have to go,” she said, calm as dying. We went. Blade’s men fell into a staggered retreat down the auxiliary corridor that runs behind the lab wing, blocking and firing, blocking and firing, folding inward like a fist closing around a secret. The fog thickened in the lateral vents, roving under the lights like an animal that had learned to be air. More drones came, smaller this time, like insects with taste for glass; Ghost used a length of chain to swat them out of the air, laughing once, sharp and feral, because sometimes you have to.

The engines of the steel coils whim in a frequency that runs me through the boot soles straight into the bones. Maneuvering in the purple storm felt like would control a wild animal through a gorgeous riverbed. The new Carbonium wings of the wind bridges are threateningly bent among the incomparable Böen, but they didn't break. They breathed with the wind, just like Zephyr it had promised. “Drugs on a catching course!” Kael grumbled behind me. His heavy hands lay loose

Then exploded outward. Thousands of crescent-shaped blades of silver energy rained down like a celestial storm. “Scatter!” Tyrel yelled. The battlefield erupted into motion. Kaelen lunged sideways just as several blades slammed into the ground where he had been standing, the explosions ripping open deep craters in the earth. Gluttony launched himself upward, his enormous wings beating once with tremendous force as he intercepted a cluster of the descending weapons. The crescent blades shattered against his demonic aura as he devoured their energy with a roar.