Jazz Transformers Characters Novels & Stories

“We have Healers who can touch a wounded individual and correct the injury. We have Sirens who can use their beguiling skills to influence the action of others. We have Manipulators and Emotional Feelers as well. There are others.” “Do you have a special talent?” Aaron asked. Ward smiled. “Yes,” he said, and left it at that. For some reason, Aaron did not feel the need to ask more. “So, we will continue to go through this… Transformation process?” “Yes.” “And then what?” Kian asked.

They were so intent on solving a problem from their advanced magic class that they didn't hear Jake walking behind their table. "Alfred the First was the originator of the half-transformation. He harnessed his power during the full moon and was able to learn how to manipulate specific body parts in order to partially transform," Jake said, pointing down at Sam's paper and answering the question they couldn't find the answer to.

Jazz, with her pink hair and bold, silver eyeshadow, has the customers eyeing her in blatant interest. “Three lattes and two espressos, Charlotte,” Jazz says, her voice throaty. I notice the red marks around her neck and press my lips together, trying to rein in my curiosity about what she and her boyfriend, Marcus, were up to last night. Jazz and Marcus have a similar style of dressing: outrageously bold hairstyles, dark leather clothes, and more often than not, spiked chokers around their necks. The only reason Jazz works here is because her father recently bought this cafe. That’s not to say that Jazz isn’t a hard worker or a nice person. She looks intimidating, but she’s a sweetheart.

This wasn't the first time he'd had to stay standing and steady for takeoff. "I'm Jazz," the female whispered to him. Chasm didn't heed the introduction. He refused to get slapped for talking, and they had been given an order. The peela wanted him to stay silent, and this time he agreed. Even if the alien bug in his mind didn't control him, he wouldn't have spoken to Jazz. She looked like nothing but a headache. Besides, Chasm hated giving out his name. When it was possible, he never told anyone.

You're a friend of mine, I'm called Streak," he said cheerfully. I waved at the monitor and told him my name Zax and introduced Jordein. "Your Zax Derix, the Demirkan king, of course, your name is traveling through the galaxies. Not many kings become slaves of the reptilians," he chuckled and I rolled my eyes. "May a couple of my crew and myself board and partake in some of your bootlegged Sirius wine?" I glanced over at Jordein to gauge what he thought. He shrugged casually and I looked Streak in his red yellow eyes and said,"I will gladly share on the condition that you not take anything on this ship... or you will be destroyed," I said firmly and Jordein added the last bit with a threaten

Then, he picked up the box determinedly and winded the window down. “Do you know what’s in this box, Zachary?” Zachary furrowed his shapely brows. “Thirteen years ago, when we were still playful kids, they released the live-action version of Transformers. Your favorite character was Bumblebee. You dreamed of owning the model of Bumblebee that they used for the film. Unfortunately, after the crew had finished filming, the Bumblebee model had disappeared. I’ve had people looking all over for it over the past few years, trying to fulfill your dream… Finally, in the first week of last month, I heard that a member of the crew had bought the model when they finished filming that year. So I used my

Cadell Marcus said, suddenly reaching out and grabbing the Evil Devil over there. That Evil Devil was inexplicably frightened, immediately stood up, and tried to walk towards fly outside, but all around him had been blocked by Cadell Marcus using coins, that Evil Devil had just transformed into A group of black mist had not yet reached the window.

and artificial sugar. "Welcome to the **'Vance Legacy: Origins'**," the voice chirped. "A fresh, exciting take on a classic character! We’ve 'Re-Imagined' the struggle to be more 'Marketable' for a younger demographic!" "No," I gasped, clutching my head as a sharp, high-pitched frequency began to hum in the air. I looked at the rebels behind me. The knight’s rusted armor began to turn into shiny, gold-plated plastic. The cybernetic assassin’s lethal blades were replaced by "Glow-Sticks." Even Fenris... his grey, battle-scarred fur began to turn into a soft, cartoonish blue.

“Yes, you’re shit at making friends. But I wanted to make sure you had someone on your side, you have no idea how brutal it can get.” I murmur about how he has no faith in me, he shoots down the shooters and we rejoin Jazz at the back of the house. “Put me down, right now.” “Not a chance.” “There’s a chance actually,” Jazz starts, I can’t see her, but she’s panting, and her voice is high pitched. Seriously, dodging bullets make her excited? “There’s this voice you use with him, he likes it a lot, he touches himself to that voice,”

“Zahra, I’d like you to meet my team. Aiden you already know, but this is Jasper, my Gamma.” I turn to shake hands with Jasper, a young man with short, straight black hair and almond-shaped eyes that mirror his mother’s. His dark skin gives him an almost regal air, and he has an aura that immediately puts me at ease. ‘He’s hot,’Zanthe notes in my mind. ‘Yes, thank you, Captain Obvious.’ I roll my eyes internally as I try to focus. There’s something soothing about Jasper, similar to Oscar’s calming presence. Gammas really are gifted in that way. “And this is my Delta, Marcus,” Tobias continues.