Transformers Wings Novels & Stories

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.

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.

The engines of the steel coils whim in a frequency that runs me through the boot soles straight into the bones. Maneuvering in the purple storm felt like would control a wild animal through a gorgeous riverbed. The new Carbonium wings of the wind bridges are threateningly bent among the incomparable Böen, but they didn't break. They breathed with the wind, just like Zephyr it had promised. “Drugs on a catching course!” Kael grumbled behind me. His heavy hands lay loose

Perfect. "I haven't seen your wings in a while." I started, he raised an eyebrow. "You bought a lot of canvas and I need to fill them up with something. I think your wings are perfect, can you show me?" Perhaps I was too keen as his brow went higher than normal. "Please," I added. He chortled. "You don't have to beg, baby, I can show you my wings." My smile widened and I waited and watched as a pair of dark, black wings emerged from his back. Curiously, I got behind him and traced my hand on his feathers. They were dark and pretty, what a waste.

He had wings! "This is the first time I've seen an Alpha with wings. There hasn't been a race like that before," I murmured as cold sweat began to trickle down. The wings on his back grew larger and larger until they reached a point where the space before me was covered by their width. With a flap of his wings, he could summon a storm that sent birds fleeing. And his feathers were as sharp as golden spears, easily breaking mineral rocks beside me. *Gulp* I swallowed my saliva. When my power was already depleted quite a bit, he entered his perfect form, resembling an angel.

Her feet almost tread on his as she trailed even closer behind, her nose once bumping into his back. Then they stepped out into a clearing, and the light of the distant stars lit up the area. They were near a cliff, Ariella could tell by the black void that greeted them a few feet away. Hanging back near the safety of the trees, she studied her mate for a moment. His silhouette was illuminated by the starlight, and she watched with parted lips as something glowed on his back, taking shape and forming wings. Wings of pale white colour, so faint they might have only been made of pure energy. So delicate and fragile, yet when they unfurled and stretched out, the large feathery shapes exuded pow

I nodded and swallowed hard. “Now retrieve your wings, honey.” “What wings? I have wings!” My eyes nearly popped out of each socket. My heart pounded so hard in my rib cage, and I instantly felt the air pulsing around us. I didn’t want to look behind me over my shoulder. I was scared for it to be true. “You’re not helping, Sebastien,” Zarah said cautiously. “Not wings like physical wings. They’re glowing, like 3D lights, the same as when you summoned the fire, but yes, you have wings,” Ren tried to explain but I completely understood what he meant.

Yikes "You have wings too?" I ask Aylin and she nods before huge black wings appear behind her. Hers are membranous and resemble bat wings. Her wings seem to absorb what small light there is, and nothing shines off of them, like the blackness of them overpowers any kind of light. She flaps her wings once, before she jumps and lets them carry her upwards. She makes it look effortless.

I said dropping a feather to glide downwards. A murmured growl acknowledged the hit, he apparently already knew. That growl gave me goose bumps. I watched in relief as he walked over by the door to grab the discarded pie bag and spilt coffee cup. Coffee had leaked out and made little tree root designs along the floor. I felt bad about that but he started it. Standing up he looked at me where I was perched. "Well, you are definitely not an Angel, not with those dirty wings, but, you're not simple, I'll give you that." The dig on my wings stung, they weren't the pretty ethereal white of an Angels but resembled melted cookies and cream ice cream.