Mikey Ninja Turtles Novels & Stories

That is, if they were all willing to sacrifice their lives to create a shield that could also be used as a weapon to kill their enemies once it was finished. "Black turtle technique, hammer destroys mountains!" shouted the young man holding the large hammer, who was an important figure in the black turtle generation. He was the young master of the black turtle tribe and the successor of the tribe, but he had a slightly bad relationship with the young master of the white tiger tribe. "Damn it!" BOOOOOMMM....

*** GABRIEL *** I watched on the home security monitors as the four ninja turtles walked out of Pop's home office. I can just imagine what that little meet was about. Out of respect for Pop, I don't have eyes and ears in his private spaces, but it's not needed. All I have to do is keep track of when he sneaks Lancelot in for a private consult, and I can figure out the rest.

Mikey curses and looks around but I guess the coast is clear because he slips in and closes the door behind him, "I need you to make my face bleed somehow. Punch me hard." "What?" He asks, looking at me like I'm the biggest weirdo. Mikey is the slowest one, but he always does what I ask, "Fine, I guess..." He gets his fist ready and I brace myself, but right before he goes to punch me, he stops and grabs his rifle. "I think this is going to be easier," he says and takes it off the sling. I don't think he wants to shoot me, so I lift an eyebrow as I watch him turn it around to hit me with the back of it, "Bring your face closer."

The nun inspected it. “Sister, please don’t be mad at Luna,” Mina pleaded afterward. Her friend would always come to her defense no matter what. Yes, they were that close. However, the others often regarded them as twins because they had the same hair color. “She was just reading us a book to help us fall asleep.” The nun then closed the book and looked at them one by one. “All right. I will let this one pass,” said Sister Sola, the firmness remaining in her voice. “Just his once.”

"His family, huh? And how do we get to them?" Mikey paused, closing his eyes briefly before reopening them with a newfound resolve. "Santino's got a son," he revealed, his voice firm. "Eight years old, attends school. If you move fast, you can snatch the kid before Emilio even knows what hit him. Get the boy, and trust me, the rest of them will fall into line real quick. You have my phone, there's a picture of the kid to help you get him."

He cautiously walks towards us, no more running for this little guy, and once he was in front of me, he wipes his hands on his shorts once again before touching my tummy. “Wuna,” he said happily. Drake kneeled down and spoke with Mikey. “Did you get hurt? Do you feel any pain?” Drake asks. Mikey shook his head no. “Mwikey is stwong,” he showed Drake his tiny little arms and biceps letting Drake know that he was strong. “Wow, Mikey is a big boy now,” Drake said. Mikey nodded in agreement. “A big boy who can’t read,” Nori said as he approach us.

I shrug him off. He arches a brow. "You sure about that? I seem to recall you giving us the Ok to the leftovers after your romantic escape." "No. Adrian. This is not what I wanted." "It's what you got, Mikey. You gave it to us. This is all you." I swallow. "We don't stand a chance...." I stumble back to the wall. "No, Mike. You don't. So don't fight it. You're a Dragon, bud. Like it or not. And when Torrent gets here, you'll bow to him or die, just like the rest of them."

And that's just it, Mike was the only one who has no super power among the four friends. Maybe he has but will equally needs the help of book of chaos to control it. This is the exact while his brother Justin is able to escape. Justin has super power that allows him goes invisible sometimes that he would be able to control it. So he had been making use of it to escape them and that is exactly why it is not good making friends that had higher levels than you. Now Mike is suffering everything because he has no power to protect himself and he wasn't even the one that did it.

Even though he knew how to defend himself, he couldn't help but be on edge, especially with the man brandishing a blade. "I've been wondering who had the audacity to send young master Vincent to trespass in this place," the man, named Mike, continued. Just like Maxine, Mike is also a skilled assassin who was raised in secret by Ian Grim. "Where's Vincent?" Brett inquired. Mike gestured towards the closed door behind Brett. "He's inside. I had no other choice but to lock him up after catching him." Brett felt a surge of raw anger, causing his veins to pulse. He clenched his teeth as his observant eyes scanned the surroundings, searching for anything he could use as a weapon.

Paddling hard he tries to get away from the creature's direction. As each time had passed the shadow below him is getting way bigger beyond the size of the last black creature he killed. (I can't get away!) [Mike! Float!] Appearing out of nowhere Imuthis voiced his help because Mike trust him for these past years he immediately follows his words. Stretching his arms away from his chest and his legs spread wide open the weird substance spread further than it could as Mike uses all of his juice inside his body to form a thick barrier around him.