Curtis Voltron Novels & Stories

"What are you saying?! That's how many they were when they wiped out six of our groups!" Curtis cut short the taunts. "Enough talk. Let's finish this." His sword flashed, and the battle began. He moved with a terrifying efficiency, two or three bandits falling with each precise strike. The bandit leader, desperate, bellowed, "Take down Curtis first!" Nine men charged, but Ryull and Skoll were already upon them, their brutal assault shattering the bandits' ranks. "Boss, those aren't ordinary wolves," a terrified bandit gasped, "They never leave Curtis's side!" The leader cursed, realizing Curtis's stamina was superhuman; he'd been fighting relentlessly since the previous night.

Dante beamed and asked the man to unstrap Curtis’s hands from the plaster. Curtis grinned in a bit pain as he rolled his wrists. “So, as I told you we both know each other…and you know I hate to hear ‘No’, Curtis!” Dante folded his two arms in his front while he gazed at Curtis who seemed limping already as the man had no other choice but working for him.

Kent growled, and his breath moved my loose blonde hair. “Change back. Change back now!” I demanded. He was scary. Probably more than the wolf that attacked me. Thankfully, the fur dissipated back into skin and his wolfish features turned back to manly ones, as two of his four arms turned back into arms and he was standing upright again. Naked.

“You don’t know what I’m capable of, Arden. If you don’t tell me—” “I know exactly what you’re capable of,” Arden cut in. The air went still. “You’re capable of killing your own brother and his wife,” Arden continued, his voice steady but deadly. “You’re capable of stealing their son’s inheritance and ruining his life.” Curtis’s eyes widened for a split second—then he smirked. “And let me remind you of something. This game is almost over.” Curtis stared at him. “So,” he said coldly, “where is my son?”

Rima rolled her eyes. “Well if he was then I do not need to say anything about Penn finally losing it do I?” Curtis said drily and when Rima released an annoyed little growl of frustration Curtis decided that Playing with her was enough. “I am not a traitor, I prefer the or something part in your statement.” “You are not selling us out, are you?” Rima asked worried as Curtis stood up and looked at Rima straight in the eyes. “For me to sell you out that means that I am being paid or compensated someway, I am not selling anybody out.” Curtis stated firmly as Rima released all her tension through an exhale then she hugged Curtis while Curtis froze.

Ronnie pushed Curtis’s chair in the direction of the disturbance. “I hope this is important enough to take me from the booth,” Curtis said. “These terminals need to be inspected carefully.” “Trust me, boss,” Ronnie said, “this is something that you got to see up close and personal.” Ronnie pointed Curtis to an engraving on the ground of a woman with claws and wings and a snake lower half that was surrounded by a large circle. “Echidna,” Curtis whispered to himself. “What was that boss?” Ronnie asked. “It’s nothing. Where are the other men?”

Curtis shook his head in mock disappoint “and here I was thinking there was more to him as an elemental wolf.” Curtis rose from his throne and stepped down. The dark ones before him stepped away to give him passage and bowed their heads in respect. “But he is feared, my king” another of the soldiers spoke up. “Feared, yes but he is nothing but an empty shell. A man who does not have a motive is nothing but an empty beast” Curtis stopped in front of a fire torch. Even with technology he loved to keep torches around to remind everyone that he could control fire.

After speaking, Dustin looked at Curtis. His eyes were intense and confident, as if he already understood everything. Curtis was taken aback, then quickly composed himself. He was filled with uncontrollable joy. “Thank you for your trust! On behalf of the whole Swansong Group, I swear to serve you with my life. We will do everything to follow your orders!” Curtis’s voice trembled in excitement.

"Welcome home, Lord Kurtis!" That middle-aged man was the legendary Kurtis Stoermer! Ten years ago, Kurtis ventured into a foreign warzone. With the Stoermer family's unending resources, he established the House of Hurricane and earned a fearsome reputation. He had returned triumphantly, bringing his 3,000 warriors with him! As he stood at the plane's exit, Kurtis felt a surge of emotion as he gazed at his loyal warriors. He had always known that his return would render Havenwood speechless, believing he was destined to become its central figure.

AMANISA’S POV Curtis ran past me. My heart beat loudly against my chest as I walked in after him. My eyes were trained on Curtis's frame and I forgot to admire the decorations on the field. Neither did I take a moment to appreciate the organization of the werewolves and Lycans. “What is the problem, Gamma Curtis?” Kovan questioned and my ears didn't miss the hushed sobs that Curtis was trying hard to hide as he knelt before Kovan. Violet was sitting beside Kovan on a throne… she has a few steps to take before she would take the real throne though.