Tmnt Vs Street Sharks Novels & Stories

In the end, he had no other choice but to use his Dracula form. And Damien also got three white sharks which he made his shadow army. He only revived three great white sharks out of a total of one hundred and seventy-one. The criteria he chose to make them a collection from his shadow army were sharks that managed to scratch his skin. And only three sharks managed to scratch Damien's skin even though the wound had healed instantly. Even so, the white shark shadow army would be useless on land. They are only useful in water. Damien kept them because no one could predict what would happen in the future.

Oftentimes, they clashed in a series of street battles, littering the streets with dead bodies from both sides. Despite her tough outlook, Mama loved Shawn and never stopped showing it. She entrusted him into the care of her eldest son, Snakehead. Shawn was curious to know why he was called Snakehead, but he swallowed the urge and focused on his training. To the shock of The Kravnoks, Shawn learned the ropes faster than they thought. In two months, he could take down two opponents in hand-to-hand combat. In six months, his shooting skills had become the talk of the gang.

East Cobalt Ocean, Shark clan territory. The battle between the combined might of the five clans of the Cobalt Empire Army and the Scarlett Army was ongoing. The army that was mostly made up of the Shark clan was actually holding off the Scarlett Army very well. The Shark clan was well known for their strength after all. This result was to be expected honestly. However, that did not mean they didn’t have their worries. Afro was fighting against a mosasaur-like monster with just his bare hands. Even so, his punch was powerful enough to cave in the skull of the beast. Blood exploded out of the cracks of its skull as it floated lifelessly.

His mind raced, sifting through the intelligence he had gathered on the Sharks, hoping to find some sort of advantage, some key to this nightmare. Luckily, his memory served him well. The details about Shawn were clear in his mind. This man was nothing like Damon or Chen. While Damon was a master of strategic maneuvering, and Chen a sharp tactician in defense and offense, Shawn was something else entirely. He was a true gangster, a product of the streets. The years of living on the edge, always ready to fight for survival, had molded him into someone who thrived in the lawless world of violence and chaos. He understood, perhaps better than anyone, the brutal law of the jungle: only the stron

I ask trying not to think about this feeling. “This is Garage Valley also known as The Shanghai Slums, this area falls under my number three’s territory, a no-go area for everyone because it can swallow a passer-by like a swamp and not leave a trace. So, they say.” So, they say he says, if his number three owns this place then it can swallow people for them never to be seen again. His people are ruthless in business. It is not surprising to hear of a place like this.

"Hold her down on the coffee table. I want him to see what a monster is. If you can't repay your debts with money, then pay with your body." No matter how much Hudson shouted, Thomas moved closer to Tammy, who had been pinned down and could not resist. Hudson couldn't fathom how someone as cruel as Thomas could exist in Gray City. Thomas was merely a loan shark, yet he had such terrifying fighters by his side. As this thought crossed his mind, Hudson turned his gaze toward a tall, middle-aged man sitting nonchalantly on the couch. "Sir! You're a powerful martial artist. How can you stand by and watch this? She's just a child!"

Immediately, he starts screaming loudly, thrashing as I drag him toward the access hatch. “No…pleaseeee…” His words fall on deaf ears; not even his tears can melt my heart. Unbidden, I push him into the tunnel through the opening and slam it shut. The instant his blood blends with the water, the beasts perceive it, and without wasting a minute, they hasten toward the guy who's drowning in the water. A sickening ripple of satisfaction goes through me when the Sharks take the first bite of his flesh before devouring him until nothing's left. No bones. No flesh.

’ cried asshole sharp shooter Pete. Tank the quick dagger had never seen so many sharks in his life. He hastily pressed the button and the doors locked itself, just before the first dude reached their van. In a blink, the entire van was covered with these sharks in black suits, banging and knocking incessantly like wild hyenas, demanding that they open up and get the fuck out. ‘Fucking shit! How many are there!’ Pete was screaming like a bitch being pounded. Tank was never good with Math but he could tell that there were enough sharks to clean their bones.

“Now, tell me what happened.” Four other Sharks surround me, they are all looking at me impatiently. I recognize some of them because I saw them from afar during my time in the Shark Youth Forces. They surely do not know who I am, Sharks usually do not waste time with rookies. “Speak! Tell us what happened,” One of them orders me. I have seen him before but I am too intimidated and nervous to remember his name. Other Sharks are trying to contain the onlookers. “We were crossing the street and out of nowhere a woman attacked us,” I explain shyly. “She threw three rocks at the Matron and injured her.”