Cursed Ninja Turtle Novels & Stories

He had to know what was in store for her in order to be prepared. Chelsea's head swiveled to one side. "Does it have the ability to foretell the future?" She asked. A strange creature like that had to be a first for her. It was more accurate to say that she kept a safe distance from other creatures because she knew they always meant threats to her. Tonight, the lemur could have murdered her too. But it was only because of Alastair that she was safe. Alastair shrugged his shoulders. "It has the ability to detect danger." The lemur would have smelled the danger if the witch's curse had any. He needed to be aware of every possibility. But it had been angered and now, won't come back in a few da

She screamed, making list of the people flinch and younger children cry in fright. "But you know what, I will leave and you will never see me again. Of course I won't leave without a gift for your unborn child, whether male or female, the child shall not experience the feeling of full wolf transformation. You can try to break the curse but you will fail and you will also beg to find me and you will also fail. This is my parting gift to you," she smiled deviously and just within a blink of an eye, Rebecca was gone. ~JASON~

Her eyes slightly glowed against the darkness of this room. "Did you see that?" she said, leaning her face close to mine. "There are abnormal things about us. All these predatory senses we have, not to mention our speed, strength, accelerated healing as if we don't have enough of that. Even our cells heal fifty times faster than normal human cells, so we hardly age. We are even faster than a cheetah and able to move like the wind. On top of that, we crave human blood. More badly than you could imagine. We are born to hunt, Vivienne. What makes you think your friends are safe around you?"

The lifeless symbols seemed to be singing some kind of sacred chant among themselves. So far, flame trident has always taken the first spot among all the Soul-Armas in terms of appearance, but now the Cursed Arrow has now stolen its spot. Despite such a phenomenal appearance, Creed didn’t even bat an eye at the poor arrow. He was busily glistening at the ball of icy blue flame, craving to burn everything that comes in contact. Inside this ball of flame sat a living, breathing creature that almost took his breath away.

She made sure that the big tale was between them at all times. “I will leave once you tell me what you know about Michelangelo Venturi,” Yoshiro lowered his gaze and looked at her as if he was going to stab her to death. “I don’t know any Michelangelo or Leonardo or Raphael. If you want to find Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle, go buy a comic book,” she rebuked. “Ha-ha, good joke. You know what I am thinking,” said Yoshiro. “I don’t want to know…” barked Renata.

Though Derrick was already an adult, his mental development had frozen at age five, and he still used baby bottles to drink water. As for the bottle Jess had just taken, it wasn't the one she gave me—it was a replacement I had prepared in advance. "Here, Carrie, it's ready," she said, returning with the formula. "Feed Nicholas quickly. The poor baby looks like he's about to cry from hunger." I looked down at my son, cradling him closer as a strange tightness gripped my heart. "Alright," I said softly. Seeing my compliance, Jess's eyes gleamed with something dark and twisted.

Rogues existed for a purpose. They had been dispatched by someone. I couldn't get the question out of my head, were they sent for her or for me? I had adversaries, and I wouldn't be shocked if they had pursued me. However, the Luna, the most recent acquisition, might have given her the same power to automatically turn people into friends or enemies. Being descended from royalty came with a curse. I gripped the slippery blade in my fingers and gritted my teeth. Another body lunged too close, and its keen edge swiftly went down through it.

The peaceful garden had become a scene from hell itself. “You cannot escape the fate that has already been written for you,” the entity hissed, using Aunt Gellie’s mouth. “It is imprinted in your blood, in your personality, and in your cursed ability to see creatures that do not belong to the world of the living. When this ends… you will be mine.”

Despite his frailty and reliance on Quinn for support, Chase spoke with a tone of certainty, "Not only are you too afraid to kill me, but you'll also treat me well and send me off respectfully!" "What a joke. I'm the emperor of the Eastern Ocean! Why wouldn't I dare to kill you?" the emperor snarled, preparing to strike. Chase immediately countered, "Because you know who I am. I'm Chase Collins, from Bactria's Basalt! And the divine turtle you speak of is one of the Divine Beasts of Bactria—the divine Black Turtle! "You found out its true identity back on High Heaven Plains. That's why you want my help and to ask the divine turtle to act in your stead. Am I wrong?"

His commanding presence and unwavering resolve were palpable, leaving an indelible impression of strength and authority. No one likes to be overshadowed, and it seemed that Akira struggled to come to terms with the fact that another wolf had taken her place. I had overheard the previous debate between the two males, where the higher-ranking male had chosen me. The male wolf standing before me was unlike the others. He sported only two tattoos, a dragon and a moon, adorning his muscular arm. The intricate designs, inked in red, accentuated his powerful muscles, making him even more captivating.