Transformers Wings Novels & Stories

Once she was completely naked she closed her eyes and began to Shift into her raven form. I had never seen anyone but Arden Shift before, so watching as her bones snapped and rearranged beneath her skin shocked me. Sleek black feathers sprouted out of her changing body and her arms morphed strangely, appearing more and more like wings. Her legs thinned out and quickly slipped out of the shackles, her wings too thin and becoming nothing more than feathers and delicate bones dropping the chains with a loud clunk. Her soft face became covered in fluffy little feathers as well, with a beautifully curved beak replacing her mouth and nose.

As I am sitting in the examining room with my Mother waiting on the pack doctor to come in and hopefully tell us why my shifting is so unusual but when he came back to talk to us he only had more questions than answers. “ I’m sorry Luna Ravens but I don’t have any answers for you. She seems to be a perfectly healthy seven year old girl. Are you sure that she said that she had two wolves inside her head?” He asked suspiciously. “ Yes doctor, that is what she said. One is named Morgana and the other is named Michael. And when she shifts, there are two very distinct differences in her wolf.” My Mother replied back to him while becoming irritated. “ Like I said, in all appearances she is a norma

I can't change the color, but I like the dark shimmery blue of my wings. I can shape it into spikes sharp-edged appendages to hurt and maim. And a trick I know is that I can separate my wings from my back temporarily. It hurts a little, but the stunts I can do by doing so are worth it. Like scaring Mike. He seriously thought my wings came off when I first tried this trick. His expression was priceless. Also, they're bulletproof. Not actually, but when the wings and bullet meet, the bullet is in for a surprise. Not to mention, somebody as klutz as me can use two extra hands, which my wings are more than willing to meet as a requirement.

It seems they are actual wings to use like we are a damn pegasus. “Well that’s new,” says Ayla. She flaps her wings a few times before settling back on her back. We watch in fascination as the wings disappear back into the blue markings on our back. “You’ve never had wings before?” “Nope, this must be from your angel side Ahsoka.” “Well we can figure it all out later. You and Ace go have fun.”

Her skin was cold, and her breathing faint, but it was the darkness in her eyes that terrified him the most. For the first time, something within him stirred—a deep, primal instinct. He had never unleashed his wings before, not fully, but now they sprang from his back with a force that shocked even him. The black wings unfurled, stretching wide, their edges glowing faintly with an unearthly light. He had never flown properly before, had never trusted himself to soar, but there was no time for doubt.

From her back, a dazzling pair of angelic wings unfurled in a blaze of shimmering light, spreading wide like a divine storm. With a powerful beat, she soared down among the attackers like an avenging angel, her wings casting swift shadows over the chaos. Her eyes blazed with righteous fury as she struck, moving with a speed and grace that stunned even me. She took down one vampire with a sweeping strike of her hand, sending him crashing into the trees. Another shifter lunged, but Gwen’s wings whipped around him, knocking him off his feet like a gale. Her voice echoed like thunder as she called out, “Leave them alive, or face my wrath!”

Reyes stood near the open door, strapped in, vest tight, headset buzzing with chatter. “We have visual,” someone called from the cockpit. “One vehicle outside, beat-up pickup. No movement yet.” The team touched down in a gravel patch nearby. Reyes and the squad moved quickly, low and silent. Milo stepped out first, hands already raised, sweat blooming under his arms. “Don’t shoot! Don’t shoot!” From inside, Knox followed, stumbling over himself, arms shaking in the air. Cowards, Reyes thought. Not even a trace of fight in them.

“You see that launch? Precision strike. That was tactical.” “She’s a war general,” Amaya chimed in, eyes gleaming. “Tactical and fabulous. Look at her, she’s not even winded.” “She has the heart of a lion,” Xenia added solemnly, crouching down to scratch Spitfire under the chin like she hadn’t just gone full feline assassin in defense of our dignity.

Then, the miracle happened. The twins didn't panic. They looked at each other, their violet and emerald light merging into a brilliant, metallic gold. They didn't blink or levitate; they expanded. A pair of massive, translucent wings—one violet, one emerald—erupted from the "Twin-Storm." They weren't bird wings; they were wings made of pure, solidified aurora. They caught the wind, the descent slowing instantly. Félix looked up, his eyes wide with shock, as his children literally carried him through the air. I flared my own kinetic power, gliding down to meet them.

I didn't reach for the blue light. I reached for the wings. I leaned into the biological horror. I stopped fighting the transition and I opened the door I hadn't even known existed. The gold scales on my arm exploded, spreading across my chest and neck in a suit of shimmering, solar mail. A pair of massive, translucent wings erupted from my back. They weren't made of feathers. They were made of solidified moonlight and liquid gold, spanning ten feet in either direction. The shockwave of the shift threw Liora and her wolf back toward the edge of the gorge.