Ninja Turtle Catchphrase Novels & Stories

The round nicked through Grinch's arm, Glancing at the flesh, his fraying heart bleeds. “Yo sabía que un día me iba a morir—but nunca se me cruzó por la mente que sería por ti—¡Cabeza de coco! That hits duro.{I know I'd die one day—but it never crossed my thought, that it would be from you—Brain box! That hits hard}” Darkness closed in and he passed out.

Raph grabbed my arm, his grip like iron, dragging me forward. “Let go!” I yelled, struggling against his hold. Raph snarled at me, his canines out. "You don't belong here, human." “Then let me go!” I twisted, bringing my knee up, catching him in the stomach. He grunted, loosening his grip just enough for me to break free. I stumbled back, feeling the hot rush of adrenaline as I raised my fists, my breath coming fast. I knew I didn’t stand a chance against them in a fight, but I wouldn’t go down without trying.

The snapping behind Jinx was getting louder as if the turtles might be climbing the sheer rock wall. Jinx barely stopped himself from saying 'bitch please.' He instead drew a deep breath. "Look, if you know who I am, then you probably should feed me to the turtles. But since we're still conversating, maybe you should have some damned manners and tell me who you are."

Master Fist Punch sneered "leave here? you want to escape, have a taste of my powerful fist first" A voice boomed "what kind of powerful fist?"

The people knew I was not merciful when it came to my reputation. The illegal underground world had named me, Viper -- the bloody vicious back-stabbing venomous snake who bit the prey silently without getting noticed. “Don't break his bones, he is an influential.” Jason spoke and hopped out of the ring. "Can't promise you that." Tying my hair in a high ponytail, I wore the gloves that fitted perfectly. Zipping down the jacket I wore, I tossed it to Nathaniel, Jason’s right hand. My black fitted tee coming in view.

However, just then, a playful voice sounded. “I think you’re celebrating a little too early.” That voice belonged to none other than Andrius. “That’s impossible!” The Obsidian Turtle instinctively turned around to the voice, its face filled with shock. “Even a High Fiend would find it hard to dodge an attack of that speed. My attack’s main strength is to catch the enemy off guard. H-How are you unscathed? I saw the attack hit you!” The Obsidian Turtle was puzzled by its failure, to which Andrius said indifferently, “You’re too slow. What you hit was merely the afterimage I left behind.”

**** Unknown Place: "Your Ninja's are weaklings and couldn't capture her and him." The Ninja lady said to the leader of the Ninjas that sent out his Ninja's to Jess's house. She held to his neck squeezing it tightly. "I should just kill you now, but I won't." She added releasing the man from her hold.

Tazz dipped his fingers in it and rubbed the spices over his slits, calling for another loud scream “AAAaaa, What Do You Want?, Why are you doing this to me?,” “Truth,” Tazz spoke in a calm tone as he continued slathering salt and pepper over his wounds “The next time you open your mouth, speak only truth, if you yell or scream, Ill snap your neck this time,” “I will... will tell the truth, wh. what do you want to know?,” Navin struggled to speak in between breaths “Everything... start with how do you know Maya?,”

Zoe told her teary eyed daughter, who was holding up pretty well for her young age to go through such an agonizing experience. Not even her sextuplet siblings had been subject to this kind of special training and it really sucked when she was the only one left in the forest for the Ninja exam in nothing but a huge unisex shirt, baggy shorts, bare foot and bald with the scalp showing the deep black, inked Dragon tattoo. Basically, she could be easily mistaken as a bald boy on a run. The Dragon in the tattoo had a small pearl between its fangs and that pearl was none other than the powerful ‘Ninja Dragon Stone’ which could trigger wars just to possess it for its immense power.

“Because… well… YOU’RE OLD!” Ash dislodged from the end of the cigarette and dispersed into the air as Sensei spoke. “I promise, you’re not going to hurt me. After all, you won’t land a single punch.” ‘Wait, what? I won’t land a punch? This guy’s… What do you mean by “not landing a punch”? Jiji-sensei’s underestimating me!’ A majestic orange hue painted the sky of the Void as Tamashi slowly lifted his fist and clenched it.