Transformers Wing Blade Novels & Stories

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.

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.

It was a razor-thin, horizontal disc of absolute sub-spatial friction, hovering exactly four feet off the ground, stretching across the entire width of the avenue. The Prime Forge didn't slow down. Its automated Founder AI didn't recognize the sub-ether anomaly as a physical threat. The massive war machine rolled directly into the Phase-Blade at forty miles an hour. The sound was indescribablea horrific, screeching howl of heavy durasteel being unwritten from reality. The Phase-Blade didn't cut the Forge; it deleted the molecular bonds of anything that passed through it. The Forge’s massive front treads hit the blade and were instantly severed.

“So you all have them, too?” “Yes,” Cutter replied. “That’s how I knew you had them.” “Right.” She’d remembered him mentioning them once before, but she hadn’t realized literally all of the Keepers had them. “What are they from?” The three looked at each other for a second, as if they were silently debating who should tell her. “Wings,” Cutter finally responded. Ru turned to face him. “What’s that?” “They’re from where our wings would’ve been attached, if we were full-fledged angels instead of only half. We can’t have wings, so we have scars instead.” Cutter said it as if it should make perfect sense to anyone

So I raced up his wing and drew the sword, slicing, cutting and shoving anyone that dared to attack from behind. Some managed to dig their claws into me. Some managed to knock me to my knees. But every single one of the Shifters that fought to climb up the dragon was cut down. I swing and slice and cut into each one of them no matter how much I bled or the pain I felt. I knew that I had to get them off of Dorian because they would manage to gravely hurt him if they latched onto his back.

Calvin certainly warranted it. How dare this bitch come into my domain and declare war! She would be another exception. I have never consumed a Vessel, but I wanted, and needed, to consume her. I released a high-pitched whistle, calling my children to me. Seven of them showed up. Four of them were in their first form with their wings out. Our wings were just like serrated blades – dangerous, lethal, and the perfect weapons. The remaining three of them were in their second form, essentially making them tanks. They were far more durable in this form but did not have the same agility as the first form.