Transformers Wing Blade Novels & Stories

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.

Rail is quite surprised, the wings can actually be used like other heavenly creatures. "Turns out those wings really work!" Rail said he still couldn't believe a human could have angel wings. Nara swooped in, she flapped her wings very fast. Attacking the bodyguards so it doesn't take too much time and before anyone sees this fight. The two bodyguards were ready to receive Nara's attack from above.

Misty landed on the floor with a thud) ROSE: (got down from the air and her wings disappeared) Is any body hurt? LOGAN: Nope. Great Job Rosie. MISTY: It isn't over yet. CLAIRE: Oh I think it is. Tornado blade (the air surrounding Misty grew strong and blades started coming out through the wind, slashing her until she vaporised) ANYA: That was a great finishing move (high-fived Claire) LOGAN: (siren blaring) Good cops, always arriving when the show is over.

"Stop hurting him!" I knew Cole had mentioned how sensitive their wings were - how they were the most sacred thing to them. I could only imagine how painful it must be. "I wonder how good this will look on my wall." He said with a wicked sneer, his eyes fixed on one side of Cole's wing, then Silas angled the blade, and Cole let out a scream. I could hear his mother screaming too, but I could not focus on anything but him. He pulled out the blade and stepped back, blood covering the tip of the blade, and Cole refrained from screaming again.

"Nice to meet you. We're on the same team now. I'm Larry of Draco Hall. This is Blade, my wingman. When Supreme Leader found us, we were very weak too. After we got help from him, our ability improved." "That's right. We owe it to the Supreme Leader."

She sat in meek silence, biting her tongue against the flood of vitriol she wished to unleash. "She's a slip of a thing, ain't she?" The voice was soft and she looked up. Curious green eyes met hers, and she gave the speaker a small smile. He grinned back, a flash of white teeth that were too sharp. "It's a pleasure to meet you, shifter." The man to his right snorted. "I wouldn't say it's a pleasure." His winged eyebrows drew down over his narrow gaze. "She's trouble. This whole plot is trouble. Tomas, surely you can see this is folly."

“Blade-“ “Stop trying to control me with your words, with your kisses, and caresses! In the end, you are just like your mother, Katniss! I am done with your manipulation! Say your prayers now. I will make sure to send you to hell tonight where you and your two-faced parents belong!” In a blink of an eye, Blade already had a dagger in his hand. He ran to me, ready to attack me. The hybrids showed up and blocked him. But with a snap, the hybrids flew in different directions.

He swung his arms. The blades were severed within his proximity. To the bystanders, all they could see were white steam erupting at pockets around Logan. The golden wing-blades could cut through anything. "What the fuck is that?!" Adolf retreated in rage. He had convinced himself that his previous knockout was a surprise loss from underestimating his foe, but this attack shattered his confidence. Two fresh tears stained his clothing near his chest, with faint traces of blood visible from his deep paper-cut gashes. Adolf could have been torn apart if he had retreated a few seconds later despite wearing energy armor for protection.