Ninja Turtle Sewers Novels & Stories

Deciding that he just looking blindly into the records won't help him, he went to the people who he knew might have the clue to the problem. *** The air inside the sewer feels heavy as usual although the slimes took care of the wastes in the Kingdom sewer. Izfar strutted carefully along the wet puddly pathway of the sewer beside the flowing waterway. The water is slightly glowing, indicating the existence of slimes in it. It seemed like they were taking a nap after their work. Izfar smirked while looking towards a napping slime that was resting beside the waterbank. Then, he proceeded until he saw a dim light at the end of the pathway.

His eyes darted around, making it clear that this wasn’t a casual visit. I nodded, trying to steady my breath as I approached. Without a word, he guided us deeper into the parking lot, moving with purpose until we reached a shadowy corner. There, hidden beneath layers of dirt and concrete, was a tunnel. My stomach dropped as I realized what it was—a sewer. The metallic stench of dampness and rot hit my nose. My eyes widened in disbelief. “You said you were smuggling us out, not flushing us!” Dominic couldn’t help but wrinkle his nose in disgust, his voice barely concealing the disgust he felt.

“Two out of seven mines were later dug under Acre Hills as a part of its sewage system….” “No way in hell am I going in a pipe full of shit!” The girl instantly protested, springing to her feet once more. “Would you let me finish!” Nate helplessly used his broad palms to cover over her blabbering mouth. “One of the sewer was shut down last year because it was connected to the open shore and the city folks were causing a ruckus… now it’s just dried up.” “And still leads directly into Acre Hills.” “Hmm, the tricky part will be to avoid getting caught once we’re in there.”

We made it down here, which was good, but we still faced a challenge to get through the tunnels that were like a maze. I only had the blueprints for the building, I didn’t know my way around this part, considering the sewers ran underneath the entire city. It also reeked down here, which threw off our sense of smell. Although, it might help us from being detected.

“If you’re thirsty, go drink some water, no one wants to hear it. Unless if you’re suggesting Arnold slipped into the water when no one was looking, turned into a fish and intends to swim the entire length to freedom.” I glare at her but her words are bringing another idea to life. “The sewers!” I exclaim, jumping to my feet. “Lucian, where do the sewers go?” “Everywhere.” He replies with a deep-thinking frown. “That’s what we are missing. It’s also water, and God knows the stench alone could mask an army.” I say, getting excited. “No way.” Council-woman Irona says. “There’s no way he’s down there.”

Minos' question was directed towards Robb. "Why?" The young boy was curious for the answer. "Their sewage system sucks balls," answered the young noble. Cassana and Lira shook their heads. "So-wedge system? What is that?" asked the young boy. Ashvell was also intently listening for the answer. "It's a system of underground canals, culverts. That's where all the poops and pees go, when you relieve yourself." Wondering where the poops go was something that Robb asked himself a few times before. He once dug beneath the latrine by their house where he would go to do his duty, and what he saw was something he wanted gone from his memory.

at home. "We go deep." She pointed to a grate in the floor. The metal was rusted almost solid, weeping orange oxidation into the stone. "The sewers?" Viggo wrinkled his nose, his upper lip curling to expose a flash of fang. "It smells like death." "It smells like freedom," Neoma corrected. Her voice was flat, pragmatic. "This system drains into the old reclamation plant. It dumps out in the Dregs. It's the only way out that isn't watched."

Cold air rushed out, carrying the smell of damp stone, stagnant runoff, and something older. “Go,” Luca said. Ethan slipped inside first, clutching the USB drive like a lifeline. Luca followed and shut the metal door behind them just as the first agent reached the ramp. The tunnel was narrow, wet, and uneven. Water pooled along the floor, running in shallow streams. The walls were rough concrete coated in algae and grime, like a claustrophobic artery buried beneath the coast. “Where does this lead?” Ethan asked, breathing hard. “Under the coastal highway,” Luca answered. “Then into the older sewer channels beneath Nice.”

He was moving faster now, the light of his phone bobbing ahead of them, the walls of the tunnel closing in. --- The sewer system was a maze. Old brick, crumbling mortar, water that ran black in the dark. Alex had been in places like this before, during his time on the force. Places where the city hid what it didn't want seen. Places where men went when they had nowhere else to go. Vincenzo led them through the tunnels with a certainty that surprised Alex. He'd been here before too, maybe not in this exact place, but somewhere like it. Somewhere where the walls were close and the light was thin and the only way out was through.

The sewer tunnel opened onto a narrow ledge above black water the river that ran through the city's underbelly, carrying waste and secrets toward the sea. Resh held his torch high, revealing a stone ledge barely wide enough for two to walk abreast, the water below moving with sinister quiet. "We follow this downstream," he whispered. "Half a mile, there's an old loading dock. Abandoned. From there, we can reach the eastern marshes." Liam leaned against the tunnel wall, his face gray with exhaustion and the aftermath of his collapse. Kaelan stayed close, ready to catch him if his legs gave way. Althea and Elara pressed together, their breaths misting in the cold air.