Voltron Black Novels & Stories

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬-𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘥 𝘤𝘳𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘫𝘶𝘮𝘱 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘣𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺

He remembers what it felt like to face your father's wolf all those years ago. The memory hit me then, not my own, but something deeper, carried in my blood. My father's final stand, outnumbered and betrayed, his white wolf blazing with fury as he fought to protect his pack, his mate, his infant daughter. He had fallen, but not before showing them exactly what Blackthorne's power looked like. Now they would see it again. Lord Donovan stumbled backward as I approached the platform, his carefully maintained composure finally cracking. "This is impossible," he whispered, his voice carrying to my enhanced hearing. "We made sure. We killed them all."

Drakon sits up instantly, the lover vanishing, the soldier returning. "Black truck," Riker says. "No lights. Coming up fast on the six." Drakon scrambles to the rear window. He peers out. "I don't see anything," he says. "He's running dark," Leon says from the driver's seat. "He's... shit! He's right on top of us!" "Hold on!" Leon screams. He yanks the wheel. It’s too late. CRUNCH. The impact is catastrophic. Something massive hits the rear bumper of the van.

Francis bows and closes the door. I stood frozen as the man with a strong aura of authority was right in front of me. The person who may seem cold on the outside, but I've seen him smile beneath that poker face expression with a long scar across his right eye. Cornelius Von Rozen. One of the four powerful dukes of Withhold. Four dukes serve and protect the kingdom. The Von Cornelius decorative war hero is also called the Black Knight. He was ruthless against his enemies and never showed any mercy. You must run whenever enemies see a knight in black armor, with his large black blade and riding a black horse.

He is the Alphas father, course he knew a lot. Liza was quiet for some time, it was a fact known to everyone since they were kids. In fact, they're not ordinary brothers they were twins. Alpha Rei and the leader of the Elite warrior Reynolds are twin brothers. Yoshiki carries his mother's last name, Black. Her mother was supposedly the destined Luna being the only child of Alpha Daemon of the Black Panter pack, but since the war broke and most of them die, her father pledge allegiance with the Pike in exchange, she would wed Reynold her mate but will carry the last name Black to continue their lineage.

He fought down a smile. Liv's breaths came quickly as her eyes locked on his body. He had muscles she hadn't even known existed. He was like a marble sculpture, all hard planes and valleys, veins popping out from his extraordinary muscles. When his thumbs tugged down his briefs, her breath caught in anticipation, but he shifted before Liv could even get a glance at what was under the black cloth. She jerked in surprise. Between one blink and the next, he'd gone from a muscled Viking warrior to a huge, white wolf. He was so large she thought he looked like one of the Dire wolves from Game of Thrones.

"No," I say. Dante stares at the Rolls Royce sitting on the driveway with the reverence of someone encountering a religious experience. "Just one. A black one. You would never even see it on the —" "No." He exhales from the back seat like something mortally wounded. The sound travels the full length of the SUV and arrives at my ear with considerable dramatic force. "One day," I say, "you will make your own money and buy it yourself." "Can you show me how?"

The Iron Peaks Fortress was quiet. Kael's purple-black armor shimmered, looking like a second skin, showing how well Elara could control the very darkness meant to destroy them. Torvin hung in Kael's grip, kicking wildly, his face turning purple, matching the storm's fading light above. The power... Torvin gasped, his eyes wide as he stared at Kael's glowing body. It should have broken you. No wolf... no wolf can handle that much power and stay sane.

When he was within arm reach, he heard the snapping of bones and turned to see all the bones scattered around had began to form as a complete sekelon. "You can not take the bones of Lucifer away from here." They said together and attacked. Tharollin roared as black wings stretch wide behind him, two black horns coming out of his forehead, his hand began to form a sword. He charged at them. His mind was on Avonmora, he hopes his father had kept to his words.

The assistant commander did not hesitate. The rotating cannon on his arm buzzed up, but the light that gathered in its course was not the clean, grelle blue of consortium. It was a nasty, deep black violet that like liquid darkness looked out. “Decking!” Kael shouted. He threw himself with his whole massive flank against me and Silas and ripped us on the hard stone of the rocky projection, seconds before the weapon was fired. The shot was adorable. The black plasma charge hit right there