Transformers Wings Novels & Stories

Horns curved back from his skull, dark and ridged, cutting through the air as they formed, framing a head that no longer resembled anything human, casting warped shadows across the chamber walls like something crowned in ruin. His wings. Not the broken ones he had forced back. New ones. They tore free from his back in a violent, explosive surge, larger, heavier, their structure thicker and more resilient, the membranes stretched between them darker, veined with a faint, molten glow that pulsed faintly beneath the surface as they expanded fully, filling the chamber with their span, the air shuddering under the displacement. This time, they held.

My eyes watered just staring at them. He lifted up from me, placing his hands on his waist and trying to strike a pose. He looked majestic, like a god. "What do you think, huh? Wanna do it with my wings out? That's very kinky of you, Cross-" His wings fluttered with great winds- Wings… Two… wings? "Why do you have two?” A/N: I'm back.

Light exploded from my body, blinding white and pure gold mixing together in waves of power that made the air itself sing. Mom's hand found mine as wings of light spread from my shoulders, filling the tiny cell with their radiance. Time to fly. The wings weren't like anything I'd seen before. Not feathered like traditional angel wings. Not bat-like, like demon wings. These were pure energy, translucent and opalescent, shifting between gold and white with every pulse of power. “Impossible,” Azrael's voice came through the door again. “The dampening fields…” My power answered him, shattering every suppression device built into the walls. Pieces of tech rained down around us as the wings grew s

I know what I must do, what we all must do. To my left, Akin stands tall, his obsidian wings sharp and sleek, the wind tugging at his tunic as his eyes sweep the battlefield like a soldier gauging his next strike. To my right, River’s wings are the color of deep, angry storms. They shift with energy, crackling faintly as his fists curl at his sides. The fire in him burns steady now, no longer a threat but a force I can trust.

I should have run. She laughs, short and hard. “Oh, the look on your face! You all assume the same thing. No wings, but enough like the dragons to make us illusionists. The qualifications for becoming one of those monster’s soldiers, a hunter. That was the first word that popped into your head, wasn’t it?” She takes a step forward and my wings quiver with the urge to jump back. But hunters have ways to keep those with wings grounded. “Well, you’d be half right.” Her grin grows. “What do you mean?” I ask, my voice a pathetic squeak. “Half right?”

Gasps erupted around the road. “What—” “No way—” My breath came in ragged bursts as I slowly turned my head. Out of the corner of my eye I saw them. Wings. Massive wings arched behind me, their feathers shimmering in the sunlight. But they weren’t the shimmering white tones of angels. They were black. Not just dark. Black as midnight. I heard someone choke behind me. “That’s not possible,” one of the mages whispered. “She’s not—” “Those aren’t angel wings.”

She noted as she looked at them again. "Can you move them?" She asked and Lori shrugged. "I don't know. Can I?" "They're your wings. You should be able to." "Think of it like an extra limb. Just think about it moving and your brain will send down that impulse and do the rest." Lori concentrated hard enough and willed the wings to flap. They did! It freaked her out a bit but Myra was smiling. "Good! Good." "How will my wings be useful? I think they're cumbersome when it comes to combat."

The sleek black fur of his wolf coat shimmered in the moonlight. From the shoulders of his majestic black wolf, ethereal wings began to sprout, emerging swiftly like a secret whispered by the night itself. The wings extended with a captivating poise, their span expanding to match the grandeur of Wade’s form, the black feathers glistening with an otherworldly sheen. Astrid stood there, her eyes widening in sheer amazement, her jaw dropping involuntarily as she beheld the extraordinary metamorphosis taking place before her. Wow, she never knew he could fly!

“Me too, I don't like seeing me this way.” He went to my window and opened it fully. As he stood, I saw something I had never seen before. With his upper body outside the window, he brought out his wings. Man, they were huge. They weren't made of feather but rather of meat, I guessed. Kind of similar to a bat's wing, only way cuter….and way, way, way bigger. “Come with me, you will love it.” “Come with you where? Nah, pretty huge wings but I'll pass.”

I have never seen such beautiful wings in my entire life. His crimson-red wings are described as metallic with each feather sharp like a precision blade. Each feather/blade has the top part crimson with the hairs or fibres sticking out of the sides, while the end of the blade itself is black. I really envy him. Why does he have to have such beautiful wings? Why is mine not like his? I cried in my mind and again looked up at him. He was waiting for me to go up. So I spread my wings too and flew up to complete the rest of the fight.