Ninja Turtles Bandana Novels & Stories

That’s when I remembered something that I wanted to talk to him about. “That reminds me. The shells are nice for inside here, but we need something for my people to know that these people are on our side from afar. A bandana, a certain color shirt, something that’s noticeable from afar but not noticeable in here. I know it’s confusing and I’m not making sense right now. Sorry, but my head is still throbbing from my apparently realm jumping.” I blabbered out.

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.

A tattoo of a snake around her wrist. She gives me a sweet smile as she hands me a folded paper, then winks as she walks away without saying a word. My stomach tightens as I unfold it. A single sentence written in neat, dark handwriting: Far left booth. Hoodie. Red bandana around the wrist. I glance around the room, my eyes scanning the crowd until I find the one table that fits the description. The figure is shrouded in shadows like they don't want to be noticed and from the look of things, they're not.

The older braves no longer paid attention to them. “Go ahead, Sam,” Raja said. “Take a pick.” I nodded before glancing over the pile of loot; weapons, shields, armors, so many things to choose from. That samurai helmet looked cool, though. It was red with a beetle-horned crest. I was about to reach it when I discovered a cloth of black and crimson inside. I picked it up to check. Upon examining it, chills started creeping down my spine. “Ch-Chief!” I showed the cloth to everyone. It was a bandanna featuring a crimson eagle with its wings spanned upward.

~Nassiri~ Two more animals dropped dead as she unleashed her snakes. She had made it to Kinata, the realm that hid the scroll with the location of the Obsidian Crystal. Now she just needed to find it. Nassiri strolled along Kinata, inspecting everything. It seemed to be just a habitat for creatures, no people in sight. How quaint, a realm dedicated to creature preservation. And yet no security. Foolish. Her snakes targeted a bandersnatch and its family. It was a meat she had always wanted to try. Raw, it was stringy and tasted of baked chicken. But cooked it was juicy and tasted like dragon. Interesting. Bandersnatch was a protected species, not that Nassiri cared. When you're hungry, food i

He didn’t have fancy training gear like Kaplan, but he wanted to be comfortable. He opted for a more traditional kameez, a loose tunic that hung to his knees, though it would have been longer if Danny weren’t so tall. The tunic draped over his jeans, giving him a casual, effortless confidence. He rolled up the sleeves, revealing a handcrafted leather bracelet on his wrist, threaded with small, colorful beads—reds, blacks, whites, and yellows—each pattern carrying a story of his heritage. Woven into the band was a small, polished piece of buffalo horn, smooth and dark against the beads, a quiet homage to strength and resilience. The bracelet, supple from years of wear, felt inseparable from h

I tried to make sure that it was still somewhat folded. "Nope." I whispered to myself. I rummaged again, quicker this time, fingers flicked over folded fabric until I found something that looked less like I would be wearing a dress. My fingers landed on a faded black band tee. The print was worn, the edges of the design softened with age like it had been washed a hundred times. Across the front was a stylized wolf skull that was framed by a crescent moon entwined with thorny vines. Above it the band name curved in sharp letters:

“Shit. This stinks, you keep it.” He knew she hadn’t noticed the logo of his band on it, and he wanted her to keep it and find out later. A little souvenir. She caught it and threw it in the plastic bag with the rest of her laundry. When she turned around to put on her panties, he paid attention to the discreet tattoo under her left shoulder for the first time. A symbol and a feather. “Chinese?” he asked, touching it. “Japanese,” she replied, doing the button fly. “What does it mean?”

“From the wolf fights. Reinforced, clean, no windows. Chains are still there, too.” Dad’s mouth twitched in something like approval. “Wasn’t sure I’d ever use that place again.” I glanced toward the twins. “Well, looks like we’ve got a reason.” Ross didn’t need more than a nod. He already had the bandana Vanessa gave him, the one soaked with a few drops of her potion- she’s not a witch, but damn she’s smart as fuck. He wrapped it tighter around his palm like a badge of honor and walked over to the twins.

Before I leave, Gumi stated, "Thanks... Henry, Do your best. I'll be cheering for you like I promised." "Yeah." I was embarrassed to look at her, as I walked away, I accidentally stepped on a black wristband... stitched there was: 'Do your best! Henry!' -Y. ...That's obviously Yui's stitching... she might've dropped this earlier... I looked back and saw Yui's hand with several band-aids... yeah, I forgot, she's not good with stitching, knitting, or anything like those yet she still gave me one. I wore Yui's handmade wristband underneath the white wristband we received from our classmates. ...I smiled as I begin our match...