Curtis Voltron Novels & Stories

Yes, Curtis has absolutely no sense of humility, and empathy is a word that is strange in his world but if there is one person Curtis would never betray, it is the Don and even the Don knows that. Before everything happened, I had it in mind that if one day, I took over when the Don steps down, I’m going to dispose off Curtis because I know he can never be loyal to me and I can never trust him. He will only be a thorn in my flesh but then who knew that day will never come.

His wife is also safe. Curtis was rubbing his chin. He felt something oozing inside his mouth. He spat out the contents. There was a pool of blood on the ground. His lips was bleeding. He could feel the tear in his gums. He didn’t know that Austin was also a sword welder. He couldn’t believe how strong Austin was. Of course, Austin is young, so youth is on his side. He’s in the prime of his life. He stood no chance against such a fellow.

A message went out: "Eaglet has landed" * * * Curtis felt his stomach muscles contract as he watched the intruders come. It didn't take a genius to guess what they were after, and to position his forces accordingly. He had two squads, one to his left and one to his right, with Hax on the high ground. It was plenty of fire power for the situation. That's the way it seemed, anyway, until the officer raised his Legion issue glasses, saw the oncoming green blobs, and took another look. What was it about the way the figures moved? The way they seemed to flow across the ground?

ALPHA VAN'S POV The moment Curtis forced his way to the surface, a flood of raw emotion surged through me, and the roar of the battle around us faded as our focus narrowed solely on Anakiyus. The sight of his wolf, once our comrade, but now a monstrous embodiment of betrayal, fueled Curtis’s relentless rage. “I make you have painless death,” Curtis offered through a mindlink to his opponent. Anakiyus's wolf stood firmly once again, oozing with confidence, its gaze watching Curtis's every step calculatively.

In a blur of honey-colored fur, Jason Donovan joined the fight, snapping at Curtis with his slathering jaws. “You bloody little traitor!” Curtis bellowed, rage fueling his strength as he ripped his claws through Jason’s abdomen, blood spraying in a wide arc as the Lycan went down. Leaping over Jason’s body, Curtis started to launch himself at Razl with his claws extended, going in for a kill strike, when suddenly there was a furious, harrowing cry behind the Lycan. In the next instant, Curtis’s body gave a violent shudder as the sound of gunshot tore through the air, and he dropped to his knees on the ground, a gushing hole torn through the center of his chest. Lifting his gaze, Razl was stu

I muttered taking my hand over his stomach trying to clear mind he grabbed at them his blood warm and sticky staining them. “No,” he rasped, shaking his head. “Listen to me. There’s not much time.” I swallowed past the lump in my throat. "Don’t talk like that—” "Lunette," he interrupted, gripping my wrist with surprising strength. "I need to tell you the truth. All of it to all of you." "I knew your mother." Curtis admitted, his voice thick with emotion. The words were like a physical blow. "You what?" "I trained her. Just like I trained the late Luna and... Varda.”

“No. I’m only taking something I deserve.” “You deserve me?” My voice came out broken and disbelieving. “Absolutely.” I stared at him. Truly stared. “You’re insane.” Curtis didn’t get angry… not yet. He simply smirked again, leaning even closer. “Rolan is nothing without me. He knows it. I know it. Everyone knows it. And after everything I’ve done for him, the least the universe can do is give me something in return.” I forced myself to breathe. “Curtis… why would you want to hurt someone who trusts you?”

Curtis waved his hand with the cigarette in between his fingers, "He didn't tell you who I am?" The man grinned. It was Menoetius. "Oh, he did. He told me you are the little wolf that used to follow our Lord around asking for hugs." Menoetius said with his huge grin on. Curtis: "..." "So, why did you resign then?" Menoetius had the superpower to keep his annoying grin on when people are obviously mad at him. "So, you KNOW, you are talking to your prince right now?" Curtis said, stressing on the word "prince".

"Today is truly unfortunate," Curtis Barr said to Horace Moor, his tone filled with regret. "Yes, if we could have gotten Marcus Leo and the others drunk and poisoned, I could have absorbed their power. You could become the boss, and with the dragon vein power of Dragonsmount, we would be unstoppable, like tigers with wings," Horace replied with equal disappointment. Curtis's eyebrows twitched with anticipation and reluctance, even a hint of expectation in his eyes. "We'll have to start from scratch on this," Horace glanced at Curtis and said.

It was clear that Cory was going to wait for this massacre to end before sweeping in and reaping all the profits from all this. He spat on the ground again and said, "You think I'm an idiot? You clearly underestimated me!" … After leaving through the backdoor, Yvonne didn't get into the car until she saw Gwen helping Curtis out. She went forward to them frantically and asked, "Curtis, how are you feeling?" Curtis' face was pale. He tried his best to force a smile. "I'm f—" Before he could finish his sentence, he spat a mouthful of blood.