Ninja Turtles Bandana Novels & Stories

Tohr told me. Tohr whispered to the band once more, and it glowed with small runes winding around it like a snake. "Will you wear my band, Mara? Will you show the world you are mine and mine alone?" he asked. Tears formed in my eyes as I stared at the band. It was gorgeous in its simplicity and wonderous in its construction. "Yes, Tohr. I will wear it," I told him happily. He slid the band over my head, and I felt it shrink slightly as soon as it settled around my neck. I touched the astonishingly cold metal and was dying to find out how he had done it.

Byron almost agreed to it since we saw the other team putting the red bandana on Skyr. But then Eva pointed out that if Byron were to hold the bandana then me might get distracted in fighting and that we would not even notice if someone would sneak up behind him and steal it. The best way to win is to focus on one task. They would protect me while I would protect the bandana. I know that the only reason why they picked me is because I was still new to the gears and it would be better for me if I learn how to move around in them first before I engage in any fight. Right now, all of us were underwater with our protective helmets on, except for Byron, who can breathe underwater.

My breath hitched as I caught sight of it in the mirror he pulled out of my bag—a faint yet intricate design swirling across my collar bone, glowing faintly silver before settling into a deep, ink-like black. The tattoo was mesmerizing, an elegant crescent moon at its core, its curves etched with delicate runes that seemed ancient and alive. Surrounding the crescent, fine lines branched out like veins, forming patterns resembling intertwining vines and stars, as though the night sky itself had been imprinted onto my skin. The vines wrapped gently outward, framing the crescent in an intricate lattice of beauty and mystery, their edges tapering off just shy of my collarbone. At the crescent’s

Ben said, and I nodded. “Let’s go.” I looked at Azrael, who stood up, and I followed suit before waving at Ben. We got to the start line of the game and since we weren’t exactly much, there was only one grand prize. Azrael surprised me when he handed me a white headband before I took it and stared at it. “Why are you giving me this?” I asked as Azrael tied his. “In my culture, tying a headband represents sportsmanship and team spirit. Though we aren’t really large but I felt it would fit the mood since this is our first editor-author event.” Azrael explained as I stared at the headband before I tied it to my forehead.

Did she get something for me, too? Vera didn’t look at him. She smiled faintly to herself, fingers brushing the small pouch tucked inside her bag. Yes, she did buy something. A simple black wristband—hand-stitched leather, with an old maritime compass engraved in silver. The man who sold it said it was for “The ones who always know their way back, even through storms.” She thought of Roman the moment she saw it. But now she wasn’t sure. Maybe it was too simple, too sentimental.

A cold realization trickles down my spine. I take one slow step back and just then my heel presses onto something small and solid. A sharp crunch. I look down. Something metallic glints faintly against the stone. I crouch slowly and pick it up. It’s a small leather band. Worn. Black and familiar and instantly, my breath leaves my body in a quiet rush. I know this from just staring at the band in my grip now. Every Beta in the pack wears one, but this one—This one has a deep notch carved near the clasp. A mark from years ago during training when a blade slipped and caught the leather instead of flesh.

Even how worried Kate may look, Zitrey still looked at her with her cold eyes and replied in her usual monotonous tone, refusing, “It's just a scratch, do not make a mountain out of a mole.” Hearing this Kate twinkle eyes turned dull, although she was in blue she still managed to smile; yet gloomily said, “Then just let me put a band-aid.” Her jade-like fingers reflecting in the moonlight was gently putting the band-aid on Zitrey's neck. The said thing has a bunny designed on it and seems inappropriate to put to this cold princess. But to Kate's eyes no one more adorable than her little sister.

Nora woke up the next morning with a start. She missed the warmth that she had known to be surrounding her but to her surprise he was gone. She pulled to her side and she noticed a note as well as something that appeared to be a headband. It was made from gold thread and she wondered if it was real. It has the luna written in letter on it and had small Flowers sewn into it. She pulled the Note from it and she couldn't help but slide as she flipped her gaze over it and began to read through it.

Aurelie noticed the similar bandana's that the members included in their attire, and that made her suddenly remember the black bandana she had in her dress pocket, so she took it and showed it to them. "Do you guys know whose bandana is this?" Aurelie asked them. Some of the members looked closely at what she was holding and there were also some who just shrugged. "We're not sure," Zen said as he looked at each of the members to see who's missing a bandana from their attires. "Everyone has their own bandanas, I guess." "I see," Aurelie said as she kept the bandana back in her dress pocket. She quietly noticed that Ison was trying to talk with Kazuma who's apparently busy minding his own busi

“I’m so glad he didn’t give up on me. Now hurry, give me the signal band so I can make it back to the ship. I need to check on the latest clutch. Nyxt and I were trying something different. We were blending our DNA with that of the local sea life and…Wait, where is your band?” “Band, I’m not sure what you mean?” I admit as she holds up my arms, searching for something she’s not seeing. “Like this,” she pushes aside her sleeve and shows me something that looks a lot like the mating bands Primus tried to gift me before. When I created this new body out of void stuff, I didn’t recreate the ring or earrings I had to keep me in touch with my family, so I don’t even have those to show her. “Only,