Ninja Turtle Blanket Crochet Novels & Stories

Her feet carried her swiftly to the sewing room. -*- It was near morning when Maddie returned. Ana was still deeply asleep. Maddie took her chance to set down her work over the vanity quietly. Ana’s going to be so surprised. Maddie thought, looking over her masterpiece. The red blanket had been skillfully cut and sewn into what would be a headdress. Maddie had even gone the extra mile of embroidering. Gold thread lined the bottoms of each end. Deers, trees, and unicorns were stitched amongst a magic forest.

The only sound coming from the corner where Petra is sitting is the clicking of her knitting needles. Finally, Petra pulls a pair of scissors out of an oversized bag and clips the blue yarn from the blanket she has been working on since I met her. With a grunt, she gets to her feet and walks over to me with the blanket neatly folded in her arms. She holds out the blanket for me to accept, but I don't want to accept it. If I do, it will mean that the sisters will go away forever. "It isn't forever," Petra says as a single tear drips down her cheek. "Just for a while. Now you take this."

A wool blanket that smells like dust and old smoke. I tear another strip from the curtain and wrap it around myself, knotting the fabric at one shoulder and cinching it at the waist with twine. The result looks somewhere between survival gear and a very questionable woodland kimono. Aiden studies it briefly. "It works." "It's not a fashion show." His mouth twitches slightly. He's still barefoot. Still bare-chested. Tattoos curl across his arms, chest, and throat like something carved into him instead of inked there.

I didn't know what to believe anymore. The next few days, I was a bundle of nerves as I waited for the blanket to arrive. I spent my time training with my mates, learning to control my wolf, and trying to push the nagging doubts to the back of my mind. When the package finally arrived. I ripped it open, my hands trembling as I pulled out the soft, faded blanket. The symbols were still there, embroidered in intricate detail, their meaning a mystery waiting to be unlocked. "What do you think they mean?" I asked, carefully holding up the threadbare blanket to show Liza and Kelda.

“You mentioned a baby blanket. What color was it?” “Yellow,” I answer. “You were sent with four items,” Mother says. “The knife and baby blanket were two of them. What were the other two?” A sort of anger starts bubbling inside me as I listen to this line of questioning. “A doll made of the same yellow material as the blanket, also smelling like cardamom, and a necklace that you can find around my neck.” Her gaze dips to the chain there, and she reaches forward to draw the pendant out of my shirt.

*Tristan* I’m horrified—but looking up at the faces of the two Alphas who have baby boys—Eli and Mark—I see a whole new level of nightmare in their eyes. The baby blanket left behind is blue, one that was embroidered by Mark’s pack members exclusively for Rose’s pups. Some very sweet older ladies had given us a gift of several pink and blue blankets for the newborns, so we’d always have plenty, and the look on Rose’s face when she handled the soft, warm fabric is something I’ll never forget.

It’s soft, the colour a faded blue with thin silver strands. “Where did you get this, baby?” Jaxon blinks up at me. “My Nanna made it,” he says. Poppy’s head lifts instantly, her brow creasing. Her eyes meet mine in silent question. I shrug, equally confused. “Your Nanna?” I ask gently. “Which Nanna?” He frowns, thinking hard. “The one from the dreams.” Poppy’s breath catches, but I keep my tone soft. “Oh, yeah? And where did you get the blanket?”

I laugh and so does she. “I can’t wait to carry my grandbaby. Did I show you the new blanket I started knitting?” Still laughing “Another one? Mama, you just sent over one and a pair of socks last week” her excitement contagious. “This will be my first grandchild, I’m very excited Lola dear, I thought I would knit a matching sweater and hat in the same light blue, and embroider a butterfly, or a duck, I’ve yet to decide which one” she tilts her head a thoughtful expression on her face “maybe I’ll just do both?”

“They have your energy, my son.” Kieran just grinned, and I saw the love in his eyes as he looked at his mother. “Thank you, Mom,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. Mira came over to us, a plate of warm cookies in her hands. “Here,” she said, her voice a little shy. “I made these for the pups. And I also made them new blankets. Their old ones were getting a little too small.” She held up two beautifully hand-stitched blankets, one with wolves embroidered on it and the other with butterflies.

"Word spread through the pack about the baby. We... well, we don't have much left after the fires, but we wanted to give you this." She held out the bundle. I reached out and unfolded it, revealing a small, hand-woven baby blanket with silver thread showing a big moon and a wolf howling at the moon stitched along the edges. It reminded me of my mating mark. "It's beautiful, Martha," I said, my heart swelling as I touched the soft fabric. "Did you make this yourself?" "A few of us worked on it together at night," Martha replied, smiling through a few tears. "You saved us from Lucian’s rogues, Luna. You gave us our lives back. This is the least we can do for the new heir."