Transformers Wing Blade Novels & Stories

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.

Blade came out with his usual all black clothing—a big black sweatshirt, a black baggy jean, black glasses, black face cap, black sneakers— and a revolver carefully tucked by his side. To my shock, the passenger door opened and a girl came out. She was obviously young, probably fourteen or fifteen with red hair and a round hazel eyes which peered at me through the glass of the coffee shop. I couldn’t help but wonder who she was and why Blade had decided to bring her along. They both shared words before walking towards the coffee shop. “Emily!” Blade called as he walked inside with his companion right behind him. “I’m right here,” I said waving my hands in the air to draw his attention.

He was just standing in the sunlight, and Ravi squinted as he saw something gleaming in the man's hand. Ravi focused his vision further to ensure that the object the man held wasn't what he thought it was. The man's hand moved, still gazing, and Ravi's eyes widened when he could see clearly. Ravi froze, subconsciously gripping Raymond's wrist tightly. He saw a shimmering sword smeared with red liquid that was undoubtedly blood. But it didn't end there. Ravi froze further without realizing it, tightening his hold on Raymond's wrist as he observed the man's wings, which were white and almost identical to Raymond's. The wings flapped, and he flew away somewhere.

“It responds to you… like it’s alive.” “It is alive,” Maelis’s voice echoed suddenly. The seer stumbled into view, her staff glowing faintly, her robes scorched. “The blade carries the soul of the first starborn. Serenya, it will only reveal its wings to one who dares burn for love and kingdom alike.” Wings. The word seared itself into Serenya’s mind. She looked at the blade—and then, impossibly, luminous wings unfurled from its hilt, spectral fire woven from starlight. The wings wrapped around her like armor, shielding her from the next surge of dragonfire.

Seeing the Weapon Deck in Kaspian’s hands, his expression grew solemn and he took a step back. With a sharp whistle three pairs of wings that were as charred as charcoal, appeared behind him, reinforcing his status as Lucifer’s herald. Once those wings appeared, his aura grew more dense and his confidence returned to him. Without the prior hesitation he had shown, he grasped at the air, summoning his blade. And then he swung it! *Bang*

"This is the Flying Wings Formation!" "The Wind of Blades of Formation!" The disciple quickly backed away but was blocked by a dirt wall. Next, the wind of blades cut across his chest, immediately opening a wound and causing blood to gush out. Caspian could not help but lament. "These formations are working so well together."