Tmnt Spike Novels & Stories

Upon further consideration, it seemed that anything was possible with the backing of several extremely powerful masters from the Heartless Clan. Suddenly, a loud voice was heard from the door, proudly saying, "How shameless! "I don't know where the Trumans got the confidence to be so presumptuous and arrogant." Following the voice, three people appeared at the door. The person in the middle was Trent, the second leader of the Newman family. The person standing next to him, on his left, was Spike, one of the Newmans' top masters. Spike had an amazing talent. He achieved peak-stage Transformative Force in his 40s. He was only a step away from being a Grandmaster. His swordsmanship was really i

Different from the fear, the loneliness, the despair, the pain and the agony. This one felt right, like it had always been there waiting to be unlocked. He licked his lips raking his teeth through the lower lip. Spade's eyes zeroed in on that single action, as he felt his hands twitch beside him but that was not the only thing that twitched. It was only for a second but he felt it, his third leg, twitched. It was almost not noticeable but he noticed it, he felt it and it made him swallow and almost stumble back but he kept his comportment.

“It’s final, Bullet. You ain’t gettin’ shit done until we get our one fifty, capice?” Capice this, dickwad, he’d wanted to say. But he’d counted back from ten. Everything was cool if he could fuckin’ count back from ten. He’d gone to the tat shop. Later. Yeah, that felt right. After the pancakes. “You’re flyin’, alright?” Spike had said. “Come the fuck back down to earth, man, and get us our money, capice?” And then he’d crossed his skinny-ass arms across his fuckin’ Metallica tee like he was ready to throw down or something.