Timothy Ninja Turtles Novels & Stories

Tina clenched her teeth, her hands formed into fists. She would make Giselle regret what had that pathetic of an Omega done to her! *** “They said that? Geez!” Tim exclaimed, sounding somewhat unbelievable. As a fighter, his mission since the day he got his wolf was continuously training to be his pack’s protector. He would protect Marcus, to be exact. In his training programs, he had been told that rouges were the literal war-worms multiple times. They were ruleless, reckless, and aggressive. They would fight until their last breath if they were ever in danger.

Tim carefully concealed the materials he had acquired, slipping away into the night as stealthily as he had arrived. Moments later, Tim was back on the road, his mission behind him. He cautiously scanned his surroundings before changing into his customary bodyguard attire. Settling into the driver's seat of the car parked discreetly by the roadside, he fired up the engine and set off. A sense of accomplishment filled him; he had not let his Luna down, and for that, he was content.

So how did this hacker acquire such information? Timothy stared at the screen and muttered, "Let me see for myself who you are." It just so happened that he was not in a good mood today, and the hacker clearly upset him today. Timothy was focused, typing rapidly on the laptop, generating a series of subtitle codes on the screen. When Caleb noticed Timothy's expression, he realized that things were getting serious. After all, Timothy was truly a computer genius during his college years. Despite his decision to eventually join the family business and inherit the Barrett Group, he always kept the company at the forefront of artificial intelligence and technological advancement. Behind the scene

I almost laughed imagining Timothy as a pre-teen, so innocent and full of wonder. “Hey, I was all about the Fantastic Four,” Timothy continued, brushing the bangs out of his eyes. “Sometimes I wish I could stretch my arms that long, or even be impenetrable like The Thing!”

"Gideon!" He stumbled forward, tears and snot running down his face. "Gideon, you're finally here!" Timmy was just 14 years old. Though his combat skills were average, he was a genius with a remarkably high IQ, excelling in various technological fields. He could even hack into the national security systems of powerful countries and extract intelligence. Timmy hadn't been brought to Oasis Vale by Gideon. He was a distinguished expert hired for a substantial fee by Cipher. Ian had been impressed by his tech skills, which were invaluable for intelligence gathering and greatly benefited Cipher.

a voice drawled from the shadows. Timothy bolted upright, the movement sending a sickening pulse through his skull. Kan Nelblack leaned against the dresser, his dark hair messy, his silver-grey eyes tracking Timothy like a target. He’d ditched the top hat, looking less like a circus ringmaster and more like the butcher he was. The tiger chuffed, stretching its massive limbs with a grace that made Timothy’s stomach do a slow, nauseous roll. The memory hit him like a lead pipe to the gut. The alley. The bite. The betrayal.

Timothy didn't understand why he was behaving this way, but he could feel Blaze's pain even though the dragon pretended to not get hurt and it saddened him even more to see his guardian this way. "It's ok. Don't mind it. You healed me anyways." Blaze replied shortly. Timothy wiped his tears harshly and took down his barriers. He was pissed because one, he couldn't prevent Blaze from getting hit and two, because the stupid game of hiding and attacking was getting on his nerves. He absolutely hated cowards like these. Enough was enough. Timothy took a few steps out front, away from Blaze, and his guardian let him do it. Blaze too wanted to know what Timothy was thinking of doing and moreover h

Solenn's Diamond Pack wolves then joined in. "Listen up!" Timothy announced. "I'm Timothy from the Renoir Pack, and I'm challenging the Alpha King to a fight. I'm going to be the next Alpha King." I couldn't help but roll my eyes. He was ready to take me down for Etizia. I thought I was crazy, but Timothy had definitely outdone me in the insanity department. "Think you can beat me?" I snarled.

"You're the father to Talia's bastard child? I was talking to you. Don't you hear me? Are you tired of living?!" Timothy noticed that Howard completely ignored him, and he was incensed. After all, he was from the second most influential family in Nimbulus, the dignified young master of the Aellus family! Yet, Howard actually turned a blind to him. It was simply unbearable! Just as Timothy finished speaking, he felt a gust of wind sweeping through. Then, he flew away like a ball. Timothy fell to the ground after slamming into the wall, spitting out a mouthful of blood and shouting in pain.

I was aware that I had to participate somehow. “Timothy, are you ready for tonight?” I asked him when I saw him practicing in the training arena. “Absolutely! I am so looking forward to seeing the patrol perform!” he declared, his eyes bright with anticipation. “Just remember to stay close to the warriors. It gets rough and dangerous,” I reminded him feeling proud yet protective at the same time. “I will! I wish to be just like you!” Timothy claimed his voice radiating nothing but resolve. “Thank you, little Warrior. Just keep your head in the game and you will do fine,” I said messing up his hair playfully.