Transformers Wing Blade Novels & Stories

Only the sudden weight of steel sliding through flesh and bone, exactly where the mark burned brightest. The Luna mark broke as the blade pierced it. It was not a sound anyone could hear, but something you felt through the bond—like ice cracking beneath unbearable pressure. Kaelor’s pain tore through me so violently I almost missed my own. His shout spread across the battlefield, raw and broken, and every wolf collapsed where they stood. The light around my body shattered. The power drained from me, sinking into the earth, into the sky, into nothing. I looked down. The blade had gone straight through the mark.

“I didn’t know— I was just told to drop it—” Reyes leaned forward. “Where did you get it?” “A man. Outskirts. Just off the old Riverline exit, near the storage silos.” The kid swallowed hard. “Said his name was Milo.” Reyes stood, nodded once to the officer on duty, and walked out. “Get the tactical team. Now. We’re not driving—get me in the air.” _ The chopper’s blades cut through the haze of late morning like a blade across the sky. Reyes stood near the open door, strapped in, vest tight, headset buzzing with chatter.

Sweat beads on my forehead. Closer. I lean forward, stretching my wings slowly so the soft, stained-glass plumage doesn’t make any sound, the dim light shining through each of the iridescent feathers and casting an oil slick of colors around me— Something grabs the collar of my shirt. Hot, moist breath brushes across the nape of my neck and through my shorn hair as I’m yanked backward. I scream and grab my dagger. But I know it’s useless. There’s only one thing this strong, this big.

Whatever the reason, I trusted the result because the result was devastating. She was built for this form the way blades are built for throats. Golden, yes. Beautiful enough to take a man’s breath at the wrong moment if he was foolish enough to stare instead of fight. But beneath that beauty was war logic, old and terrible. Wings wide enough to own the sky, body shaped for speed and impact, claws that tore, instincts that learned, and a cry that reached into the Outlands creatures and twisted something deep and ugly enough to make them falter. That was more than enough for me.

"Is that so?" "You can bet on it," Shadowblade affirmed. Adrian summoned a golden glow in his right hand that transformed into Dragonbane. Meanwhile, the cries of the mighty eagle echoed down from the sky as it spread its wings and glided through the air. Rozi also raised her weapon that glinted in the light. Shadowblade was now besieged from all sides. "You foolish pests are delusional to think you can defeat me!" Shadowblade bellowed.

Her lids had already begun to half close and Damascus could feel that their time together on this Earth was coming to an end. Before Damascus could react, a dark shadow emerged out of the trees and crossed the highway. Damascus had tried to slow down too quickly for the speed that he was going and the 321-horsepower beast beneath him began a deadly wobble. The death wobble so they called it. Damascus attempted to keep control but in the end the machine did what it wanted and flew. Ejecting its rider in the process.

Turning at me he stopped, and hissed, this time I could clearly hear him. "It matters not because you'll be dead soon!" He started walking fast towards me with the blade in hand so I turned, knocking the chair back down, and tried to get momentum with my wings to lift me off the floor. "No, no, birdie, you're not going anywhere!" Hearing him, I glanced over my shoulder as I finally lifted up but it was too late. I could feel him change. He had suddenly shifted into a very large Tiger, pouncing towards me. He got close enough to sink his teeth into my left wing, and I landed on my stomach, feeling the world spin as I suddenly wanted to throw up.

The need to protect takes over. “Stop, Rosa. Stop. Please!” I scream as I push her away when my wings burst out of my shoulder blades and I fly higher. I move my hands as my clothes turn into black armour. My hand moves to the side and a flaming white sword appears and in the other hand, a ball of energy forms.

It happened so fast that everyone didn't realize what was happening as Caleb's flying sword shot out, one after another… Even though Tarkin managed to stop the Windrider, Windpiercer, and Windsearer, he simply couldn't stop the Windblazer—the strongest flying sword—and that killed him! Swish! The flying swords then quickly returned to hover before Caleb, the blades humming. Caleb chuckled in cool amusement. "Since you love your grandson so much, I've decided to help by reuniting you both!" At his words, everyone came to their senses. The dozen of Scion ranks looked completely dumbfounded, but they were soon seething.

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.