Transformers Wing Blade Novels & Stories

"And I'm part vampire and part faye." He uncurled his wings. One was a large, navy blue coloured wing, almost seven feet long and the other one seemed a little...stunted, it was barely two feet. Something had gone wrong. "I asked Avalyn to turn me. Didn't know I'd get some faye in me as well." He said. "Can you fly?" I asked. "No." He said but shrugged. "I think it's cool anyways. The feathers are sharp enough to slit a throat." I knew it. Ava's wings had cut me once unknowingly. If used as a weapon, those wings could do much more.

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.

He stepped inside the demon’s swing, pivoted sharply— And drove his blade upward beneath the general’s armor. The steel stopped just short of Kharvek’s throat. Silence fell instantly. The duel was over. Kharvek froze. Adrian held the blade steady. “Yield,” Adrian said quietly. The demon’s jaw tightened. But he finally lowered his weapon. “I yield.” Adrian stepped back. The court erupted again—some cheering, others murmuring in disbelief. High above them, Vaelreth stood slowly from his throne.

With two crisp bangs that sounded like cracks of whips, the blanks blasted away the crust of soil to reveal a pair of faces badly-bruised and lacerated with hints of dried blood. The onlookers all took in a deep breath apprehensively as if they could feel the pain of the blast. The two remaining Wingeds still in the air watched quietly and gravely from a distance, visibly afraid any more purplish energy tendrils might pop out from somewhere to ensnare them from the air. Jiang Tao scoffed as he tossed one last look at them. "Winged race. Hmph," he thought quietly. "They're nothing before the Major General. Even real chickens could fight better than them."

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 wings generate their shields! Clip them, and they die like anything else!" Elias Vance didn't need to be told twice. The disgraced RAF pilot spun his Vanguard mech into a sickening, zero-gravity barrel roll, dodging a volley of plasma fire. He extended his high-frequency blades, slicing flawlessly through the glowing wings of two golden drones. As their wings severed, the drones’ golden armor instantly turned a dead, dull grey. They floated away into the void, completely depowered. "We can bleed them!" Elias shouted, a wild, adrenaline-fueled grin spreading across his face. "Keep pushing!"

He quickly countered the torrent with his sword and with one quick movement, sent a fireball towards that enemy, annihilating it. He stopped short after. 'What is happening..." he looked around in uncertainty and his face became pale. Other wingly pilots don't have swords like the guardians! Without the barrier, they can only rely on the wingly's powers! However it seems that the flying creatures are now rendered powerless, causing them to retreat regardless of their masters' commands.

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.

I shouted. I stepped out from behind Rowan. The obsidian blade in my hand felt different now. It wasn't just a heavy piece of stone. It was light, almost weightless, and it thrummed with the soft, white light of the girl I had seen in the warehouse. It was the **Blade of the Unsaid**. Every word I had swallowed, every dream I had put aside for the sake of survival, every "I love you" that had been lost in the roar of battle—it was all there, feeding the light. Vane pivoted, his liquid form spinning like a drill. He ignored Rowan and came for me. He was fast—too fast for a human to track. He was a blur of silver and shadow.