Tmnt Michelangelo Skateboard Novels & Stories

Celeste (thick): “I’m sorry I’m crying over a skateboard—” Remy (kneeling in the dirt): “You loved her. You’re allowed.” He pulled a velvet bag from his jacket. Inside: raw titanium deck, gunmetal, blank. 60 mm glow wheels. Tiny script under the nose: Forever messy. Forever ours. Remy (quiet): “Ordered it the week we got back from Romania. You need wings that don’t break.” I tackled him into the fresh earth and kissed him until the tears stopped tasting like loss.

Lia: The ground was cold beneath my back. Marcel’s weight pressed me into the earth, solid and unmovable, his grip firm around my wrists as he pinned them above my head. I twisted beneath him, fought with everything I had left, but he was heavier, stronger. Unfairly so. And no matter how hard I tried, the man wouldn’t even budge… not even when I kicked him. “Let me go,” I hissed, kicking uselessly. “You’ve been holding me down for the past few minutes. Either you let me go, or the two of us can actually fight for it.”

Bonnie screamed. Taylor continued to distance himself with each stroke. He was nervous to talk to Bonnie after what happened yesterday at the docks. Taylor turned down the alleyway on his right that led down a flight of stairs with a metal railing in the middle. Taylor easily hopped on the rail with his skateboard. He brushed the tips of his fingers across the railing and froze it behind him as he slid down. The metal exploded a few seconds later and turned into particles. When Bonnie arrived at the flight of stairs, she stared at the shattered metal railing. It was nearly impossible to keep up with his pace.

Within the great storm that blew viciously, the grappler with a noticeable large turtle shell-like on the back stood unshaken appeared as though he was dominating the fight against the two shadowy figures standing just behind the towering, wide and menacing white-crystalline barrier then the dominating shadowy figure with large turtle shell-like on the back spoke in an husky tone. “Seems her words were true all along.”

"Your gift." "Yeah," Hothead says. "There's a reason why I prefer to go Hothead." Chadd Owen: Jumping and flipping through the air, I curl into a ball, making it harder for the crustacle to grab me. Landing on the other side of the beast, the crustacle roars as it rotates. It shoots out its dozen of tentacles but I counter with my own wires. With the swing of my arm, metal wires shoot out from sheathes tied to my waist. Using my gift, I make my wire cut right through the crustacle's tentacles. The beast cries as it loses its arms. It steps back while I step forward.

Lucian POV The cold wind from the ice was really loud in my ears as a shadow came down on me. Through the plastic of my visor, I saw him. He was the enforcer for the Ironclaw Titans, a huge guy built like a wall. He was skating down the ice fast, his skates cutting deep into the frost. He was not looking at the puck at all. His eyes were locked on my jersey. His big shoulders were tucked in, aiming straight for my spot to crush me against the boards.

This should be— “I’ll go first!” Miu chirped, her twin tails trailing like victory banners. A quick sprint, spring, palm plant—her movements were fluid, effortless. She landed gracefully, even tossing a smirk in Takuto’s direction mid-pose. “Perfect ten!” the coach clapped enthusiastically. Takuto snorted, stepping up to the line. As he leapt—his eyes caught a glint. The top of the vault box was… shiny? Lubricant?!

She tore into the wrapping, her fingers frantic, and then froze when she saw what was inside. A skateboard. Not just any skateboard — a custom deck, jet black with a deep purple dragon coiled in the center, its scales shimmering in silvers and golds under the clubhouse lights. The grip tape was studded with tiny silver stars, and the wheels were blood-red, still gleaming, untouched. Talon had painted it himself, and I knew she would love it. Her breath hitched. “No way.” “Way,” Talon said, grinning as he ruffled her hair.

- As Tina left Skymex Tower, she was ready to head straight to the subway when a motorbike shot toward her. She spotted it too. However, she stood still instead of running away, watching as the rider pulled up with an elegant powerslide, stopping steadily right in front of her. It was a man balancing his motorbike with his long legs as he took off his helmet with one hand, revealing his ridiculously handsome face. He raised a brow, trying to play it cool even as puppylike affection for Tina welled up in his eyes. "Get on, beautiful. I'm taking you on a joyride."

Mitchell gritted his teeth and spoke, throwing another punch. It was a familiar move. However, the results were completely different. Swoosh! The Turtle Sage waved his right hand, and a wall of inner energy appeared in front of him. It was his signature skill, the Turtleshell Technique! A turtleshell? Mitchell saw it but did not take it seriously at all. The force in his hand became even greater. He intended to sweep away this old man with overwhelming power! However, the next second, he regretted it.