Voltron Black Novels & Stories

He took his staff from the ground and made to attack. Seeing the danger, Echi charged forward too, but it was too late. He only screamed and yelled when the edge of the staff hit his forehead. Frustrated blood gushed out quickly from the opening on his forehead, then he fell, his legs first and then his whole body. It was followed by a short moan and a swift snore before he slowly drifted into a slumber that lasted for a long time.

'' Tylor boomed and banged his fists on the wall angrily. My eyes shot up to him. I gasped. His green orbs had disappeared. They were now filled with desolate darkness. His eyes were pitch black, animal-like, deadly. There was no sign of Tylor in those eyes. He was totally gone. '' You disobeyed me! I told you, I told you Sky. I told you not to come out of your fucking room!!'' Tylor fumed. His neck was crawling with darkened veins. It snaked around his arms, his torso and up his face.

Otherwise, it would have taken him a lot of effort to deal with the black wasps that could get in by every opening. "Bravo. I never knew that you, a toy boy, could be so powerful. Now, get ready to take my ultimate strike!" After a momentary shock, Arnold the giant laughed out loud. While he ran his strength, all the dark cyan tattoos on his body started to glisten with strange dark black light. Look blood vessels, the beams of light kept going up and gathering on his bald head. A palm-sized tattoo on the top of his head suddenly released a glaring black light.

Dark clouds began to gather overhead on the already cloudy sky; it was a truly shocking sight to behold. It was similar to applying pressure. Naturally, a Rank 7 Black Dragon did not need to move a single finger to kill him. He could blow up Lucas’ body with pressure alone. "Stand back, all of you!" Lucas ordered the Apocalyptic Legion. Instantly, Joanna and Apocalyptic Legion backed away. Black Dragon looked smugly at Lucas. He knew that Lucas would not be able to stand his pressure as the latter was just a Rank 6 Evolved One. Oh, what a pity, the Black Dragon would soon face the most shocking time of its life.

Max warned. “Madeline just reminds me of her. It's her dark black hair and fur. I think that helps me. During a full moon—to have someone I want to protect. That's all. Other than that I have no other expectation from her.” saying the words out loud still hurt. Losing someone you love was never easy but I was an Alpha and I had no right to think about this while I had a clan to look after. Max sighted.

Yman's body was enveloped by black mana as he was slowly pushing his body to get up. The Noble Rat wondered if this person just playing dead a moment ago. Never did the Noble Rat expected for this human to hide such a card up his sleeves. He was dying just a moment ago, but now, his body had something weird on it. The current Yman has ears the same as the Noble Rat but it colored like black smoke. His hands have black long nails but the sizes and forms were the same as that of the Noble Rat and his eyes had turned red, but in this state, his vision was unhindered in this dark surroundings. He even has a black tail grown on its back the same as the Noble rat.

She nodded, and began groaning again, getting back into her squatting position. "Alpha Blake! Get up and help her!" I barked at him. He instantly shot up, and got back into position behind her as she squatted. "I swear to fucking Artemis, if anything happens to either of these pups or Jasmine, I am going to peel back Alpha Vic's dick like a banana, one layer of skin at a time." His eyes took on a demonic appearance, and I can't lie, I was a little scared.

The street lamps began to crumble just like they had done the day of the accident, the earth crumbling as the ground quaked. “Seems you could use a little help, little vamparina.” A masculine voice resonated in the air. Vamparina? There he stood, along with my parents, his eyes red, his black dreadlocks running down along his face, his muscles big, merging perfectly with his physique, his perfectly chiseled jawline with a black cloak on. “Blood!” They groaned. “Back to the underworld.” He said as he raised his hands. The air stood still, flame engulfing the creatures in a minute. Groans filled the air as they began to disintegrate into soot, flowing along with the wind.

Jan was not surprised that Frank was attacking and smiled as he leapt two paces backward. At the same time, a black shield materialized in front of him, repelling Frank's sword as he swung his arm. "Although I can't kill you as per the agreement, no one said we can't dismember your limbs and cripple you!" At Jan's growl, the black shield that repelled Frank's blow assumed the form of a black lion, over a hundred meters in length and breaking through the roof of ballroom three. "Dark Lion of Decimation!" Jan roared, and the black lion did the same, breathing black pure vigor that incinerated all of Ballroom Three.

Doll closed his eyes and Hades felt his body go slack, accepting the punishment as if it were Hades dishing it out. "I do." Hades growled out, trying to focus on anything but the intense pleasure his out-of-control body was feeling. "It wouldn't be the first time you did that, you sick bastard." He had nothing to hold on to. The black sands were a manifestation of the Black Throne's aura. They weren't something that could be manipulated or stolen. For a moment, Hades wished Spitfire was here. He would be able to use the feisty little no-fur's abilities to handle this fucking bullshit.