Tmnt Monster Novels & Stories

His mind was full of shock. "What do you mean?" Yvonne asked anxiously. With a sigh, the captain of the second team shook his head and said, "Literally, it means that 72 monsters have merged into one and created a monster like a blood turtle." "In theory, that shouldn't be the case." "Blood Turtle is basically the most abnormal existence, but because it is too abnormal, the probability of it appearing is almost negligible." "I don't know if Samuel is lucky or unlucky. He can actually meet such a monster."

He was alone this time. "I know you must be wondering how your tattoo disappeared all of a sudden. I remember I told you it's not just a tattoo, it's a magical one. It can hear, see and talk when angry. And I also remember I told you I won't let any harm come to you but it's like you never trusted me. I saw how your mom was heartbroken after seeing your tattoo and then guessed she might tell your dad about it and bring trouble to you. You are my best friend, protecting you is my pleasure. So now wake up and have a physical look at me. Find me in your washroom if you really want to see me."

“You’re safe from other monsters.” My quickened pulse returned. “Other monsters? Are you a monster? Is Em?”

But here, on the peak, the sky was a swirling vortex of black and gold. And there, at the center of the bone circle, stood the Monster. It was ten feet tall, a nightmare of shifting geometry. It had the shadow of a wolf, but its limbs were made of the same silver liquid as Julian’s eyes. It didn't have a face, just a vertical slit of violet light that bled static into the air. "Kael?" I stepped forward, the dagger held low.

Marcus taunted. Dante grabbed him by the collar and slammed him into the wall again. Harder. “Touch her again,” Dante said, voice low and deadly, “and I’ll break every bone in your body.” Marcus’s eyes flicked to me. Always me. “That’s the plan,” he said. Rage snapped something inside me. “No!” I shouted. All three of them froze for half a second. Just enough. Marcus twisted sharply, elbowing Dante in the ribs and breaking free. He lunged toward me—

She didn't have much mana left, so she couldn't afford to miss a single strike. The first monster crested the edge. It was a massive, grey-skinned brute, its jaw slavering, its purple eyes wide with psychotic glee. It reached out a massive, clawed hand to grab her ankle. Mwajuma didn't back away. She stepped forward.

Mike tried to say. "Don't you get it? I don't deserve to be helped, I'm a monster." he said amidst tears, he can't stop himself from crying. He just couldn't, he had hurt that innocent girl. He doesn't deserve to live, "I'm a monster," he kept saying repeatedly, Maria couldn't stop herself from breaking down. She can't bear to see her son like this, It was breaking her heart. Chris kept screaming and shouting at them "Mr Williams I need your help, I need you to hold him for me while I sedate him" Mike said.

And the crazy part of it all was that it’s eyes was also yellow, like the ones we had previously fought. Now the chanting which had been going on had suddenly stopped, and what could now be heard was a low rumble that came from its chest. The feeling of this, made my heart beat in fear. “Shit, oh my goodness,” Marcus said, taken aback by what he saw. “That’s not a pup monster, it’s a full grown father monster.” Surely, Marcus knew better than to crack a joke in the middle of a very tense and dangerous situation like this. “Just shut up and get moving?” I barked at him, and in that moment, my shift had taken place.

Bodies of the white creatures dance atop the wet trash can lid. Vomit crawls up my throat as I approach the door. When she opens the door in her t-shirt and jeans, I'm hesitant to go in. Huge brown eyes shake with tears, slickly sticking in the creases. Unaffected by the waste, she walks through the dump. This is her Taj Mahal.

’’ ‘‘This isn’t the time for vampire stuff,’’ Zara spoke. After minutes of doubt, the crew had no choice but to follow Alonso’s advice. Adamie made wooden stakes shaped like the number nine for each person. Led by Alonso, they walked into the forest and faced the monster that was sure to appear. During the battle with the monster, Tammy got killed; while the monster was ripping him apart into its signature six parts, Alonso stabbed it from behind with his stake, and so did the others. While the monster was screaming and struggling to live, the crew ran as fast as they could and finally found themselves on an expressway that seemed to be in the middle of nowhere.