Ninja Turtle Blanket Crochet Novels & Stories

“Talia?” Talia stepped in, smudged fingers tucked into her belt. She smelled faintly of singed herbs; sometime in the grey hour she’d clearly been working. “I’ve woven three things we can actually carry without looking like we’re draped in charms,” she said. She tapped three small bundles on the rock—twisted cloth, each embroidered with a crooked hook. “First, these,” she said. “Ugly little ghosts. If someone tries to draw a circle under them, they’ll eat the shape from the inside out. It’ll look right, but the power will bleed sideways. Wrong colors, wrong feel. It won’t hold.”

just for a few more seconds. “Thanks, Nixx...I’ll never forget you, I swear.” I whispered lightly, licking my lips before slowly rising from the kneeling position I’d been in while studying her. She shifted slightly, bringing her arm down to join the other with a sleepy groan. I took great care in blanketing Blythe's long, lean body with the white down feather comforter I'd been hogging earlier. She’s got such long lashes...how did I not notice that before? UGH, Sawyer—stop finding new traits you like about this girl and get out of there.

I talk over a few more things with Alpha Maxwell before he excuses himself to go help set up for the pack meeting we having tonight. I plan to let him run most of the meeting as the Alpha, but as the queen there are a few things that it will be my responcability to address. My shift on guard duty is alost over, I was able to knit 3 baby blankets in the hours I was sitting here. The first one is yellow, with a white trim, the second is pastel, blue with an orange flower in the middle, and the last is a green blanket with a pink flower and a yellow trim. I know there are at least 7 more mothers who are pregnant at the moment, so I will have to make some more, but these are a good start. I plan

Meanwhile, Grace was showing me her newest knitting project: an absurdly enormous blanket in soft purples and reds and yellows. “It looks like a sunset,” I said, brushing my fingers across the soft weave. I glanced up at Grace with a smirk. “But I don’t recall giving you this much yarn.” Grace blushed and glanced over at the window leading to the front yard, where one of the warriors Nicholas had assigned to guard duty was standing. “I may have bribed Nina to venture out and buy me more yarn,” she whispered. “How? You don’t have any money,” I teased.

I state before picking up my phone and composing a message to her. “We received your letter and magazine.” She responds immediately. “What have you chosen?” “Well, we have almost everything circled within this magazine.” “Where is the butt?” Onyx laughs, reading her text over my shoulder. “It has to do with a butt. Ha ha. My little one will need something special to be wrapped in to keep warm this winter. A big Lycan told me you know how to sew and crochet.” I send the message before I am finished. “I would be honored to make you a baby blanket or two. I did not know where you stood on wanting to make it yourself. It is a gift that I love to give to new mothers when I am able. To make someth

“Always and forever.” For a little while, I just rocked Lila until her breathing evened out. Once she was asleep, I turned off the light, leaving the room only lit by the pale glow of the nightlight, then quietly crept out to the living room. Susie was crocheting yet another blanket in the patched-up old armchair by the window. “Haven’t you made enough of those?” I teased as I grabbed my laptop and flopped onto the couch. Susie shrugged. “It’s meditative.” She held up the half-finished expanse of purple and pink yarn. “Maybe you can see if that little girl you’re nannying would like it.”

Luna's face transformed with such pure joy that my heart ached. "She made a noise. Did you hear? She's so perfect." Luna looked up at me, tears streaming down her face. "Mama, she's so perfect and tiny, and I love her already." I took a picture with my phone, capturing Luna holding newborn Alice, both their faces showing the vulnerability of new life and fierce love. A moment of pure hope in the middle of preparing for war. That night, Luna finished the blanket. She worked until dawn, stitching protection wards with shaking fingers, whispering prayers to the Moon Goddess over each symbol. When she finally collapsed from exhaustion, the blanket glowed faintly with magic.

~ Runa ~ The poison was preventing the wound from healing. The glass shards sticking out of my back, in- between my shoulder blades was also preventing any healing. I manage to come across a small hamlet where I found a folded-up blanket left on an outdoor chair in a garden. It’s a little damp from the morning dew that covered the grass, but beggars cannot be choosers. I tore a piece of the blanket off, using the material to harness a sling for my broken arm, to help

After a yard or two of some items, he had everything ready. A medium-sized basket which had once housed someone’s plants, a larger, thicker baby blanket from a clothesline and he was done. He folded the blanket up so that it would fit nicely and gently lay his daughter inside of it.

Paige comes in with a thick blanket. "This is what young master asked me to send in." In the sun, Paige looks at Nina apologetically. She shouldn't have lied. But as a servant, she needs to live here and listen to her masters. Nina doesn't speak. Paige adds, "young master is angry now. When he's not angry, he'll take you out! Young master still loves you very much, otherwise he won't let me send such a thick blanket." These blankets are for young master's own use. They are made of pure worsted cashmere. A blanket is worth tens of thousands of dollars. Paige finds it a pity to put them on the dirty floor.