Transformers Wings Novels & Stories

The person on the other side stated. I had to clear my throat before I could respond “Angels shouldn’t have clipped wings.” “I understand hold just a moment.” The man that had answered pressed a few buttons and before I knew it, I could hear June’s voice through the phone, “Are you safe?” June was straight to the point, but in her line of work I assume she had to be.

When the doctor walked out of the room and passed the glass windows on the hallway, only then was Jay able to see the red wings attached to the doctor's back that didn't show up physically. A celestial being with a pair of red wings. As far as Jay could remember, only two types of wings colors he had ever seen in the Kingdom. White wings symbolized an Angel in its purest form, while black wings symbolize an Angel fallen from their grace. Jay had never seen any celestial beings with red wings before. More importantly, why a celestial being showed interest in a mortal man? Jay let the time flow once again. He looked outside the window, thinking about the doctor and why he was interested in Lia

It was like soothing a raging storm before it caused irreparable destruction. "That's why you saved her," Zephyr breathed in realization, "that's why you need to make sure she's okay." "Yeah," I admitted. "She's not a total lost cause you know," Zephyr stood with a huff and flexed his shoulders so his black feathered wings could take form on his back — his real wings and not some sort of illusion. They were shaped similarly to bat wings with sharp feathers at the ends that could be used as daggers and glinting horns at the arches, "you can help her if you're willing to."

He turned me around so that I had to look over my shoulder to see my back. "What?" At first, I didn't see anything, but then my eyes adjusted, and I was seeing with my vampire vision. And there they were, the transparent outline of a new pair of wings! "How is this possible?" They weren't feathery like my original pair, but more webbed, like that of a dragons. And then they were gone. "Where did they go?"

Dominic is back on his feet watching with the most shocked expression on his face but then I feel my back start splitting in half and I scream again the pain the agony of my body being ripped in half is slowly breaking me. I feel myself become woozy from the blood loss and my eyes are burning, I feel the wetness dripping down my face and realise my nose is bleeding. With one final agonizing yell I feel my body lift off the ground still engulfed in flames but something comes shooting out from my shoulder blades and I feel my body become heavy, the blinding light in my eyes starts to fade and as I turn my head to see what exactly is weighing me I have to do a double take. I have massive wings,

But I couldn't help but take a quick look. He placed his shirt on the ground and I saw dark feathery wings slowly emerge from his back. I was mesmerized as the wings stretched out, wide open, and I was amazed at how big and beautiful they were. A single wing could be longer than my entire body, and the entire span of the wing was truly magnificent.

I pushed him a few inches away from me, “…marriage.” “But I can’t leave you alone. You don’t even have wings to get out of the suite to eat.” “Jake will escort me and look after me,” I replied with a wicked smile. He rested his forehead against mine and looked into my shining eyes. His forearms, sinking into the mattress beside my head, supported him; then he buried his hands in my hair. I felt my strands twist around his long fingers, which kept my head from moving. He spread his wings, drawing them into the center of my attention. Nathan’s black wings made him feel so stronger and larger that, lying beneath him, I felt increasingly fragile. Their feathers absorbed the sunset’s rays and gle

And now, he couldn't hold it back. His wings opened—slowly, deliberately, and with their full weight. Like a beast that no longer wished to hide. There was no gentleness in them—these wings carried the weight of war, of sin, of ancient darkness. The massive black feathers unfurled from his back with a low rustle, casting shadows across the clearing. At their edges, faint streaks of red shimmered—like fire that had once been swallowed, but now burned anew. Rea watched him with wide eyes—caught between awe and something deeper. Something wordless. Her pupils dilated, her lips parted, and before she even realized it, her hand reached out. Slowly. Carefully. As though one wrong move would make h

he says with a grin. A surge of energy courses through Eros, making him shudder. I watch his transformation up close, eyes wide. His massive bat-like wings unfurl, black and imposing. His fangs lengthen—sharp, white, protruding from his mouth. His nails extend into claws capable of tearing flesh. If I hadn’t seen them before, I’d have been terrified. “I still prefer just the wings,” I tease, and he smiles. “You know what I have to do now, don’t you?” he asks. I sigh, eyeing those huge fangs I’ve been avoiding these past days.