Ninja Turtle Metalhead Novels & Stories

Metil smiled and thanked his father before he turned around to leave. Mat headed inside and closed the door. After Metil made sure that his father had re-entered the house, he continued to walk toward the two presences. They were close now. Metil could see their figures. One had dark green hair that was combed to the left side. His hair was not very tidy so one could tell that he only used his hand to comb his hair. He had metallic piercings on his mouth and right ear. He was Jin. The other had neon green hair that was combed to the right side in the same way. He also had metallic piercings on his mouth and his left ear. This one was Fin.

It was a heavy, unpolished slab of scrap metal. I infused the metal with my remaining gravity magic. I made it weigh ten tons. My shoulder joints popped—a sharp, wet sound of bone shifting in the socket. "Catch," I grunted. I threw it. The hammer whistled through the air. The friction created a high-pitched, electronic shriek. It hit Nergal squarely in the sternum.

"I'd avoid super-powered freaks like them if I had any choice. But you try telling Hades that you don't want to hang out." Wound looked amused, clearly unaware of the horror show behind him. "You say that as if you aren't the most powerful of them all. You need to surround yourself with powerhouses, don't you get that yet? And will you stop trying to retread your steps, Orangelo? You want to be turtle food?" "I'd think that sounds better than being tempted into strangling you to death." Jinx spat back. He'd sort of forgotten about the murder turtles. His work on making a hole in the webbing slowed considerably.

Thin slivers of unfamiliar alloy buried under the packed dirt near the edge of Kael’s side—exactly where a man might shove an opponent if he wanted an “accident.” Nyra dug them up with a small trowel, holding them up between two fingers. The metal looked dull, almost harmless. It reeked like old spells and tribunal labs. Mae hissed softly. “Cursed metal,” she said. “Keyed to Alpha blood. Trip these, and they don’t just slice skin. They drink.” The Nightmoor crowd’s mutter shifted from anticipation to anger. “Oops,” Kael said lightly. “Old training traps. They must have forgotten the grounds weren’t as clean as they used to be.”

That shouldn't be my top priority right now, but I'm in shock, and those were the first questions that came to mind. "The minute you decided to go to Platinum Moon, you became one of us. Our pack has abilities, and shifting without removing our clothes is one of those abilities. I'm Noah, the head warrior of Platinum Moon. Are you ready to get out of here?" I nod and hold my mate and son tight.

The guy mouthed as the rocks moved, with high speed it flew like bullets towards the enemy. The two figures wasn't intimidated and fought back with the intent to kill. With each side clashing without holding back, explosions all over the place occurred. Jamnia was more afraid than she could ever, she hid behind the arrogant guy using him as a human shield. The series of attacks didn't end, there were times Jamnia almost got hit by a thorny flower or a sharp edged metal. The guy couldn't careless he didn't care about himself, what more to inferior creatures? "Metal Magic: Forge!"

"She's not unwanted. She's a Luna who will carry your heir, but before that, I will kill you first, and then, she'll follow you." Drake roared and started to be wild. He picked up the hunters one by one and moved quickly as he broke the hunters' heads mercilessly. "Get him, don't let the alpha gone in your sight!" The hunter in a black hat ordered as his men started to shoot and throw knives in Drake's direction. "Don't let your guard down!" Drake makes a thunderous howl as he sees the leader of the Hunters hurt Emily again and again with a metal chain.