Mikey Turtle Ninja Novels & Stories

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."

The fragile peace they’d been living in for the past week and a half felt like thin ice—beautiful on the surface, but ready to crack with one wrong step. “Yo, boss lady,” Mikey called from across the bay, his voice cracking with that awkward teenage enthusiasm. The nineteen-year-old prospect was sprawled dramatically across a workbench, pretending to fan himself with an oily rag. “If you keep making these bikes sound like angry demons, I’m gonna start thinking you sold your soul to the devil. Or worse—Reaper’s dick.”

I think he had a thing for Tawny too. I had finally seen Tawny shift when we were running the obstacle course and her were-cat form was as beautiful and intriguing as her human form. A sleek black cat, which donned a deep hue of orange spots with orange-tipped ears. I had never seen a were-cat in person and although she was small, she was fast and sleek and held power in her agility. She could scramble a wall or tree like nobody’s business. She was a ninja. When I told Mike she moved like a ninja, he didn’t stop calling her by her new nickname ‘the ninja kitty.' Luckily, Tawny took it all in good humor thankfully, because I knew Mike wasn’t letting that one go, it tickled him too much. Fucki

Mia's POV: “So, you ready for it?” Mikey asked. “I wouldn't be here if I wasn't,” Jackson said, confidently. “I like that. These are my guys; Shark and Speedy.” Mikey said introducing the people standing next to him. “Speedy is in the race. Shark helps me around so stuff goes according to plan.” Jackson shook Shark and Speedy’s hands. “It's nice to meet you. I hope we have a good race,” he said to Speedy.

"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."

Emory Mikey is always hungry. His stomach is a bottomless pit that never seems to be full, no matter how much he eats. Whatever food is within his vicinity, he runs toward it with relentless determination, and when he’s not allowed to eat when he’s hungry, he erupts into loud tantrums that don’t stop until he finally gets his way..

They were already outside waiting to be introduced and follow us. I walked closer and introduced them. “This is Mikey and Hals. Mikey is going to be Leon’s bodyguard, and Hals is going to be your bodyguard from here on forward,” I told Ariella. Leon bounced up to Mikey, putting his hand forward proudly. “Hello, Mikey! You’re going to be my guard. You and I are going to have a great time shopping and eating ice cream.” Mikey, who was twenty-one, had been sworn in our world when he was sixteen. He was sharp, dependable, and still young enough to let Leon have fun, but not so young that he couldn’t protect him.

To her, they were not even here with them, and she was in her own little world with Mikey. “Anything for my baby girl.” Mikey said with a growl, and lifted her into his arms while she giggled softly. He began walking towards the stairs, and stopping in front of Tessa, he gave her a curt nod, while Dinah winked deliciously at her best friend who just giggled and waved them off. “Time to feast on you.” Mikey growled in her ears, as they climbed the stairs and Dinah clapped and giggled loudly. “I can’t wait. I can’t!”…

Mikey continued. "That's a fictional character Mikey." Said Ali. "Cartoon characters are sometimes based off of someone in real life." Mikey replied, as if he was stating a fact. Ali rolled her eyes and turned her attention towards me. "Mikey." I scowled. "Pay attention." "How can I when you brought the devil to New York!" Mikey said scowling back. "Aww Mikey. Still charming as ever." Said a sarcastic voice.

“Yeah. Yeah. I know. Or I’ll be punished.” “Exactly.” He pulled away, giving me a heated onceover. When he walked out, it took a few seconds before I shifted my attention back to the computer. I typed in the name of the Russian mafia organization, finding more articles than I had on the Voltairs. After reading a few articles it had become apparent that they had no issue ruffling feathers, acting as if they owned the world. I started writing down a few notes, startled when I heard a man clearing his throat. I placed my hand over my heart as I peered at Mikey. “I didn’t see you standing there.” He has something in his hand. It looked like a hard drive. “What do you have there?”