Tmnt Baxter Stockman Fly Novels & Stories

Leaning my head onto my fist while sitting on a creaky plastic chair, I was thinking about granting him all the money he was asking for out of necessity before coming back for him during the night and draining him. Certain creatures aren’t worth the trouble, but also not to keep wandering on earth, scamming people. Suddenly, the door opened, and Baxter came in with a huge smile on his lips. It was like time slowed down, his scent blocking out every possible thought that wasn’t about him. He went straight to the mechanic, greeted him and my driver and just made himself part of the conversation. His eyes were sparkling the entire time, even when he told the mechanic about his bike making a str

I started to talk when the vents start seeping out mist. “It’s wolfsbane Wyatt! We’re at the French clothing store on human territory, about 30 minutes out, Amelia is outside, we’re trapped in the store, nobody else is in here!” Jade yelled as I’m in shock, I start choking on the mist, covering my mouth—trying to breath. “Wyatt, I love you!” I yell out into the phone. “I’ll be right there Remi! Try to hold on, I love you!” He growls, I hear him shifting through his clothes, running in wolf form he’ll get here faster.

He ran as fast as he could until he reached the west wing of the forest and saw the hunters. He roared; anger was visible in every howl he made, which made the hunter stopped from what they were doing to someone. "The alpha king is here!" The other hunter says, shouting. Drake shifted back as he felt his body weaken due to the tingling sound of the silver weapon by the hunters. He darted his eyes at the woman wearing a white night dress. His forehead knitted as he saw Emily bathed with her blood. She had bruises and was weak. 'D-Drake. . .'

How had Baxter managed to provoke these reclusive individuals? Sylvester recognized the snake-headed staff as belonging to the legendary Master Vipersage, a formidable figure. Baxter pleaded in desperation, "Uncle Sylvester, save me! The ring was stuck on his finger, I couldn't remove it, so I resorted to drastic measures. I didn't realize she was the Goddess!" Baxter's mind raced. He knew the Venomveil Tribe was unpredictable and resided in the remote Mt. Kamwall, beyond the reach of the York family's influence.

The way Baxter gripped onto my waist after hearing Smith’s comment proved to me what I had warned Lukas of the moment he spoke, if Baxter was to find him after such a comment, Hayward would be the least of his troubles. “A man asked you to bend over a table so he could fuck you?” Baxter asked still looking down to me with that same look of pure anger in his face, I mentally wanted to smack Smith for opening his mouth.

Meanwhile, the redness in Tyr’s eyes also gradually dissipated. “Huff, huff!!!” Then, both Tyr and the man in white exhaled a breath of foul air. The surge of restlessness that they felt in their hearts also wholly vanished. Instead, both of them stared at the old man in front of them with a bewildered look. A trace of a benevolent smile finally emerged on Baxter’s face. The old man started to introduce himself, “My name is Baxter Watt. I am the last martial arts scholar in Celestial Empire. Kiddo, you and my Watt family have quite deep ties.”

A haggard expression marred his face. “Don't mind if I do,” he said wearily, slouching against the bar and downing the drink in one gulp. He yawned loudly. “It stinks of mortal in here, Damien.” He cocked his head, peering around. His gaze instantly honed in on me. Quick as lightning, he was by my side, furiously slamming his drink on the table. Baxter startled as the plates shook, flexing his muscles threateningly and balling his hands into fists. “What in the blazes of Hell are you doing here, maggot?” Samael demanded.

“…YOU SLIMY FAT BASTARD!!..NORMAN!!..COME OUT HERE!!..” Suddenly in the midst of of the sermon by Father Norman that were constantly blabbering about Aeternums ill intent, a booming deafening sounds echoes though the whole church. The thick door of the church hall were forced opened, by a large man, which behind him and around him were many men wearing silver knight armour, fully equipped with sword and weapons, as if an army ready to head into a battle. The crowd recognized the man in questioned in an instant, he was the Twin Star City lord, Viscount Baxter Anderton a man that were dubbed was Visma Nation War Bear, his physique were large and muscular, with a 2.5 meter high and b