Transformers Wings Novels & Stories

Raph Conrad went back to the car and looked at the wounded soldier and said, "Now I will deceive them, go back to the barracks and call for support." After that, he immediately hugged Bella Risa and got out of the car, she was hugged by him and ran into the forest. When they saw that, they chased after him, bullets were constantly shooting at them. Suddenly a man with long iron claws rushed at them, behind Raph Conrad suddenly sprouted black wings. The two sides rushed to fight, with his skill and fighting body Raph Conrad very quickly defeated that guy. Watching them chase Raph Conrad hugged Bella Risa and ran. Raph Conrad couldn't levitate, because if he did, it would be easy to spot.

“You are my guardian angel in human form, Hunter. You may be wingless… but you’re just as magnificent, just as beautiful as an angel would be. I love you.” “I love you more.” he said gently kissing my lips again. I raised a brow at him. “Really? How could you be so sure that you love me more?” He gave me a playful grin. Then in a serious voice, he said, “Because I traded my wings just to be with you, beautiful.” As we kissed again under the stars and the lovers’ moon, I vowed to prove him wrong. I have the rest of our lives to show him that I love him… exactly as much as he loves me.

Commander Tycus was quick on his feet to follow his master. But before they were even able to surround the prince, his wings that rested on his back like a cape suddenly protruded, opening to its full glory which made them backed away. Its leathery flaps shined when struck by the sun though it was pitched black, like an ever-glorious beast its tendrils stretched out, even more, doubling its size from before. Everyone around was in awe, mouth gaped while staring at the magnificence of their leaders' legendary wings.

“This arena that you were saying. Where exactly are they planning to put it up and when is construction starting?” Rico pulled out a long rolled up paper and laid it out on the table. He pinned the corners to make sure it would stay in place. “The west wing aren’t sure yet where it will be placed but it seems that they are dumping their construction materials near the Burner.” Rico replied while encircling on his map the location of the burner. In the middle of their meeting, there came knocking frantically on the metallic door. Rico rush to the door and with his croaky voice he asked,

Dark Melody had jumped clear, somersaulted and snapped his wings open to land gently on his feet. Wings, from what I’ve seen, are usually attached to the back or sometimes as extra underarm skin. I don’t think I’ve ever seen them sprouting from the ears. Mind you, I have seen helmets with winged insignia, so the idea isn’t totally without precedence. It still looked ridiculous in action. Unscathed rolled over and got back on his feet in a fluid motion that belied his size. He stampeded towards his opponent, who again came to meet the charge head on, and again leapt at the last moment.

With that, he slowly and dramatically brings his wings back out and walks over to the window. Enkeli had an urge to walk over to him and talk, but she knew that no one else could see him and it would look like she was crazy. Perhaps they would think she is really losing it and needs to be sent to a mental hospital for hallucinating. Her parents were already suspicious enough of her, she didn’t need to bring on more problems. She simply watched as the beautiful huge dark wings lifted him up. He flew out the window and they seemed to expand even further, encompassing his entire body. She walked over to look out the window, seeing the sunlight bounce off of his wings, giving it a slight shimmer

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.

His arms felt big and a small safe haven for her, she felt like she was in a world of her own, a world far from the torments of the gammas in a bid to make her strong, a world far away from the clutches of her mother. When he asked her if she was ready, she glanced at his wings, would they really work? She nodded slowly and in a split second, his wings flew open, widely. Her eyes went wide and her mouth hung open. They were real after all. They were white, a pure white and they were glowing.

They flare on either side of me and when I stand, the points arch to encompass a wide scope of the ground, causing the others to back away in shock. Because I have wings. Wings of fire.

Then, right before my eyes, a pair of magnificent wings unfurled from his back, stretching wide in a mesmerizing display. They were unlike anything I had ever seen before—one side as dark as the night sky, the other pure white, like untouched snow. The contrast was stunning, the feathers shimmering subtly under the soft glow of the lanterns. For a moment, I could do nothing but stare, captivated by the way they moved, how effortlessly they seemed to carry an unspoken power. Damien turned his gaze to me, amusement dancing in his dark eyes as his lips curled into a smirk. “Are you just going to stand there in shock, or are you coming?” he teased, flexing his wings slightly as if to draw my att