Awkward Turtle Novels & Stories

Within the great storm that blew viciously, the grappler with a noticeable large turtle shell-like on the back stood unshaken appeared as though he was dominating the fight against the two shadowy figures standing just behind the towering, wide and menacing white-crystalline barrier then the dominating shadowy figure with large turtle shell-like on the back spoke in an husky tone. “Seems her words were true all along.”

"Let's do this." "This way, please." He nodded gently. Lisa was uncomfortable at first, but as they went on, the red alarm dulled out, and her mind relaxed. "Is that a turtle?" Lisa lightened her footsteps to not scare the cute animal that was so close to the glass that she could see it clearly, going on her knees. "Wow!!" "It is a red eared-slider." Axel said thoughtfully. "Red eared-slider?" Lisa repeated with scrunched brows.

… Down in the garden, Jace was tugging Adora excitedly toward a stone bridge and gentle stream, eager to show her his pets. The water flowed clear and fresh, revealing colorful fish and two large golden turtles beneath the surface. “Aunt Adora, their real name is golden-headed box turtles. They’re native to our country. See how shiny they look in the sunlight?” For someone still in kindergarten, Jace was surprisingly knowledgeable. Adora peered into the stream and nodded. “You’re right. Their shells really do look like gold.” The two of them watched the turtles with fascination, unaware that someone had quietly approached behind them.

AWWWUUUUUUUUU AWWWUUUUUUUUU "Hey, there are way too many of them! It’ll be a hassle if they scatter, so… Can you gather them all in one place?” the white tiger asked the black turtle. “Sure, launch the final attack and don’t drag this out! The Emperor seems to be done over there, so we can’t stay here too long,” replied the black turtle, a suggestion the white tiger agreed to without protest. The black turtle ascended higher into the sky until it reached a sufficient altitude.

“David, we need to help her.” She moved around the creature, and she had to duck down a bit to see its face. “She’s all tangled.” The turtle blinked slowly, as if exhausted. Bonnie was careful when she touched one of its flippers. The line had tightened so much that it had dug into the turtle’s skin. “Don’t usually see this breed so far north this time of year.” David swam up behind her. “Let’s get her to the boat.” Together they gently maneuvered the sea turtle. “You go first. Easier for me to lift her up.”

Before Samuel could react, a shell slowly floated out of the water. Samuel looked down and found that it was a turtle shell. "You are..." "A ten thousand year old tortoise, am I that hard to recognize?" The old turtle was very large. Its shell alone was nearly 1.6 or 1.7 meters in diameter. The color of the turtle shell was different from that of ordinary turtles. It was entirely red and yellow and looked very unusual. "You are the one who helped me?" Samuel asked uncertainly. "Nonsense. If I hadn't supported you, you would have fallen into this weak river long ago. The two sides of the weak river are so calm that anyone can fly in, but it's another story if you want to fly over from here."

Soft sound was escaping from her lips,her chest rising up and down while inclining her head to give him more access. She closed her eyes, gulping down her moan as she held his cloth tightly, her eyes dilated with desires. Surprisingly, the eggs didn't crack or break because of the flexibility,once the eggs were filled the egg chamber, it used its rear flippers to push the sand, covering the eggs. Gradually, packing the sand on top of it and began to use its front flippers to refill the body pit, when the pit had been filled, it scattered the sand in all directions by disguising it from predators. The turtle slowly crawled back to the ocean unbothered by the couples who were lost in each othe

I said, a helpless smile taking over my face. "I chose a turtle because they're strong and guarded like you. Fiercely protective. They can snap at you and take a finger off, but they also persevere. Adapt. Become one with their environment. And so wise. Like they have lifetimes of experience in such a short amount of time." Tears welled in my eyes as I looked up at him again, completely stunned at the amount of thought he put into this. "I can't believe you made this. I-I don't know what to say," I started to stammer, getting worked up.

“The angels use many squirmers.” “For food?” Adlartok squinted and curled her upper lip while visualizing an angel chewing worms. She had heard of squirmers, but until passing through the swamp where Tulugaak nearly died, and they met Jamison, she had never seen crawlers other than a dead, giant scale worm floating in the summer ice melts. The little giant had an ugly mullet-like head, and a beautiful spun gold fleece enclosing a rear body that looked like human teeth. But, of course, no one would eat such a creature. “I don’t think so,” Rawl said. “I believe the cherubs farm squirmers just as we do.”

Temujin leaned over closer to the earth as though it was an actual track to investigate. “Well, you’re asking the right guy. I’m a master of tracking, you know.” “Oh please,” Aki said, rolling her eyes. “Just make a guess.” There were five toes. Long and thick with claws, and webbing between them. “That, beyond the shadow of a doubt,” Temujin announced, “is the print of a turtle.” Griffin screeched loudly in protest. “It would seem Griffin’s a better tracker than you.” But because Griffin couldn’t speak, it turned into a miming game. Griffin took the twig from Aki’s hand, then rapidly opened and closed his beak on it.