Tmnt Black Novels & Stories

She said, "That's my family's last name. It's unlikely you've ever heard of it. May I know where I am? Now, where is this place?" The king responded, "now you are in the realm of Black Mist. This is my kingdom, and I am the king of this realm of black mist. My name is Everett Black Draco, and this realm is also a Vampire kingdom." Hearing the words from him, Tazaana could say nothing, out of shock. Xavier said, "Your Majesty, what should we do with her?" Everett replied, "She was imprisoned." Tazaana interrupted, "What have I done? Why am I imprisoned?"

AWWWUUUUUUUUU AWWWUUUUUUUUU "Hey, there are way too many of them! It’ll be a hassle if they scatter, so… Can you gather them all in one place?” the white tiger asked the black turtle. “Sure, launch the final attack and don’t drag this out! The Emperor seems to be done over there, so we can’t stay here too long,” replied the black turtle, a suggestion the white tiger agreed to without protest. The black turtle ascended higher into the sky until it reached a sufficient altitude.

Maureen asks. “Well, I rejected her. I can make you my mate, and we can all forget what just happened,” I say. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Tamara shifting. I turn to see how pathetic her wolf looks, but to my surprise and everyone looking, her wolf is pure black and strong. I am stunned. It can not be! The big black wolf runs into the woods and disappears out of our sight. “I must be dreaming. It can not be! Did Tamara shift into a black wolf? Only Alphas have black wolves,” Martin says.

The Record Stone picked up the names and displayed them for all to see. “This…” Even Mane was stunned by the team slate of the Black Team. “Black Saga” “Black Hammer” “Black Axe” “White Mask” “Black Mask” “Vital Orange” “What a surprise folks. Black Saga has stunned everyone here with his team order. Black Saga is fighting first!”

The street lamps began to crumble just like they had done the day of the accident, the earth crumbling as the ground quaked. “Seems you could use a little help, little vamparina.” A masculine voice resonated in the air. Vamparina? There he stood, along with my parents, his eyes red, his black dreadlocks running down along his face, his muscles big, merging perfectly with his physique, his perfectly chiseled jawline with a black cloak on. “Blood!” They groaned. “Back to the underworld.” He said as he raised his hands. The air stood still, flame engulfing the creatures in a minute. Groans filled the air as they began to disintegrate into soot, flowing along with the wind.