Transformers Wings Novels & Stories

All eyes were on the star's ascension, watching it unfolded into bursting wings of light. Lars has transformed into a white armored angel with six divine wings hovering behind his back, connected by a golden halo. The armor was his own solidified Scion Force, sparkling in majestic grandeur of white and gold. A sword patterned crown rested on Lars' head, having the same royal pattern as his brilliantly burning Celestial Calibur.

Magnificent black wings that were neither the wings of a dragon, nor the feathers of a bird, but a combination of both. Tarragon’s cry pulled my attention from the marvel of my wings to where she lay, pinned below the monster, and fought to keep the mandibles from closing around her, one arm already pinned, but valiantly jabbing for the creature’s eye with her free hand. She managed to gouge the sticky, many-faceted orb, so that the creature shied back, wounded and wailing, thrashing against the portal that still held it as it squirmed back into its own world, the sharp leg that pierced Tarragon’s thigh dragging her back with it.

How pretty. The crest burned into Dean's chest over his heart. He screamed in pain. Power swirling around Dean. He was lifted off the ground and rose in the air. As his change took place, I made us visible to the others. Mine and his nakedness on display. Dean was in the air groaning in pain; wings sprouted from his shoulders. Wings of pure white dusted in silver. The magick place done, had gently lowered Dean back to the ground. Looking at his new wings, Gabriel walked over to Dean as he continued to check out his wings oblivious to anything going on around him. "Dean," Gabriel spoke to him. "you are the acting General until the true general is found." Dean seemed to be okay with that. "Her

- Wait until you will see your wings. Kaitlyn turned around and glared at him. - You are not helping me here. - The witch hissed while Demetria freed herself and spun around, checking what her uncle was talking about. She gasped at the sight of two massive dragon wings on her back. It seemed to be too much for her, and the girl dropped to her knees. Demetria tried to cover her face with her hands, but she glanced at the blue fire and stopped herself from doing it.

They dive towards Rina in the aggressive shape of a kamikaze fighter plane. Septimus himself rises to meet this second wave. His real trench-coated form emerges, spattered with Chester’s blood, out of the barista whose face is swollen beyond recognition. The weary Grim Reaper trudges to stand in front of Rina as though he’s about to greet the Ravens. Then, in a trick that makes my heart swell with pride, what appears to be human feet grows from under Septimus’s parting coat skirt. At first the calves are stuck to each other like very cheesy pizza but they cleave in the middle and the contours of human legs clad in black tripp pants become visible. This single addition at once settles Septimu

That lengthy explanation, hopefully, would give these two some sense to think brilliantly now. "Ahm! That explained a lot of why the warriors here are scared of him. He told me once that he only needed his wings so he could fly again!" Alright, that gave me relief. Now, I knew exactly what to do. I got up and tore the giant rope that was wrapped around his mighty wings. The wings were small. They were like wings of angels, not dragons. I had no idea how this would work, but I had a huge faith that these treasured wings would wake him up and make him soar high in the sky again. I placed the wings beside him while King Logan and Alpha Adam made him lie on his stomach. I put the wings on his ba

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.

His presence was steady, unyielding, even as his voice cracked with urgency. “Don’t let it take you, Xenia! Stay with me!” The Architect only watched, hands folded inside their dark sleeves, their hood angled as if this was all… entertainment. My anger burned hotter than my flames. “You think this is a game?” I roared. I got a response from the fire. After stretching and twisting, it took the form of wings extending from my shoulders and a flurry of sparks encircling me. The wolves stumbled, hissing where my wings touched their smoky bodies.

“It’s about embracing him. But remember, your wolf is not the only thing you’ve inherited.” Zach stiffened, jaw clenched. “I know.” My brows furrowed. “What does she mean?” He didn’t answer. Not until the shadows rippled around him. It started in his back, like the skin itself couldn’t contain what was inside. Then, with a sound like tearing silk and cracking bone, two enormous black wings unfurled from his shoulder blades. I froze, my breath stolen from my chest. They weren’t soft, feathered wings like an angel’s. They were sleek, scaled like obsidian, each feather sharp and jagged, gleaming like blades under the moonlight. At the ends, the tips curved into deadly points, like swords waitin

he instructed, “hands neatly behind your back, head up, and walk.” We stepped along the narrow cobblestones embedded in the earth. Sicca led the way, me following directly behind him. He seemed to glide effortlessly over the ground, completely untethered by the lack of elegance I carried—he had enough grace for both of us. Two guards stood before the glass doors. Both were clad in armor that looked unnatural in this setting, as if they were determined to stand out from the surrounding nature rather than blend in. Yet, what really caught my eye were the wings—something I had never seen before. They were like delicate dragonfly wings, attached to their backs. Nearly transparent, with only the