Ninja Turtle Metalhead Novels & Stories

"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.”

the bird repeated, its voice a perfect, hollow imitation of Lady Eleanor. Panni turned her gaze to Jinyan. He was staring at his own hands, his breath coming in short, jagged gasps. Beneath the tan of his skin, beneath the scars of the "Medea Protocol," a faint, iridescent silver glow was pulsing. It wasn't blood; it was a liquid-metal lattice, a "Neural Weave" that mapped his every emotion. "Jinyan?" Panni’s voice was a whisper, a plea for him to tell her it was a trick.

Kyle nodded to Chaze, I assume to thank him for not prying any further. “Well, to put it shortly, I opened his metal shell and out came the chimera. I’ve never felt so weak in my entire life. The scary part was, Benson was in his third stage of shifting into a chimera.” My jaw dropped as such a phenomenon only happened within metal rhinos. I know for a fact they use their metal skin as a cocoon of sorts, to build up massive amounts of energy while taking large sums of damage. When their metal breaks open they shift into their third stage completely and become a force of raw power. Before my father’s experiments the metal rhinos were a tribe to be feared, although they were all gentle souls.