Transformers Wing Blade Novels & Stories

I breathe. The dagger is on the ground. And my wings are a dark silver. I run my hand over the feathers and realize they are suddenly made of metal. “Interesting,” I hear Logan say. “Is this actually possibly?” I murmur. “I’m not entirely sure. I have never seen armored wings before, not even on a guard angel. Metal is too heavy to allow for flight,” he remarks, stepping closer. I lift my wing; it is a little heavier but still moves the same. “I bet I can still fly like this.”

My blade was somewhere behind me, half-buried in shattered roots. Kade’s sword had been inches from my throat. Then, It arrived. A figure dropped from the Rift like a meteor. Black wings, torn and twitching. Skin pale, scarred. Hair darker than mine. Muscles sharper, eyes wrong. Staring at me like I was the a kind of ghost. Kade stumbled back, his balance broken by the impact. He hissed, silver blood still dripping from his shoulder. “What is that?” Rowan shouted from the tree line.

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.

"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.

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.