Voltron Black Novels & Stories

Luna was waiting in the common room, her laptop open on the table. "Well?" I asked. She turned the screen around. On it was a profile photo of a massive wolf, easily twice the size of a normal alpha. Scars covered his body. His eyes were cold and empty. "That's Thorne Blackwater," Luna said. "Alpha of the Bloodmoon Pack. Former Council enforcer. Undefeated in fifty-seven challenges. He's killed thirty-two wolves in sanctioned combat." My blood went cold. "He's their champion." "Yeah." Luna pulled up another photo. This one showed Thorne in human form. Seven feet tall, built like a tank, covered in tattoos and scars. "And it gets worse. Remember how Gio was trying to trade Jolie to Bloodmoon

“You and I will fight like warriors. If you win, I'll tell you my goal. And if you lose, your life will be mine.” Ezra is not afraid because the other's goal is himself, but he also secretly thanks God because protecting Selena is simple as long as he could know the other's purpose. "Okay" Two black wolves with similar black fur, the most pronounced difference are their eyes. A pair of cold blue eyes clashed with a couple of fiery yellow eyes. A ferocious growl, sharp teeth. Their breaths were hot, and their heroic aura could not be underestimated. Ezra is not afraid because the other's goal is himself, but he also secretly thanks God because protecting Selena is simple as long as he could k

he stopped when he saw her. "Crimson!" called the female speedster. "Shit! Get the plutonium outta here, now!" Just ahead of the truck, a woman was standing there, in the middle of the road. She was dressed in black and her face was covered. Crimson, the scarlet speedster, watched in horror as the woman on the road wielded some kind of large weapon that she held with both of her hands. "For Anna!" she muttered and activated the weapon which let out a large bolt of lightning and struck the truck.

Ean's voice cracked with betrayal. Helen's eyes flashed with something dark. "Why? I was helping you, Ean! She didn't deserve you." Helen sneered, "You were always by my side. You wanted her to vanish too, didn't you? I just did what you wanted deep down. You can't fool me." Ean's expression turned dark.

“I’m waiting.” He held his hands up defensively. “Okay, Okay, easy.” He ran a hand through his blonde locks and stared up at the ceiling for a moment before continuing. “I didn’t want to tell you because you’re leaving and it’s not your concern... but... in four days Landon is stepping down as Alpha and they’re holding a contest. Rune and I are competing.” In Blackwater, the Alpha of the pack wasn’t determined by some birthright, but by the strength and worthiness of the wolf. Only the most powerful and most honorable was allowed to lead the pack to glory.

The Bloody Red Humanoid figure continued the torture of words. He had already sworn, to inflict as much pain as possible, on the black being, for disturbing him earlier when he wanted to absorb those dead creatures—which were later destroyed due to the fight. Splash Blood splattered as he drove his trident into the Black Being's heart. "Argh!" The Black Being cried reflexively. Then, Pah! The Black Being spat in Avatar's eyes directly and wrapped his hands around him—to seize him. "How dare you? Are you still planning to escape!

The Caesar turned to me and patted my shoulder, smiling. “We learnt from the men who went with you of your exceptional leadership and military tactics, we feel it's best for you to lead a small platoon. Your armor has already been forged, it's a black metallic armor, unlike our normal armor, it can withstand the attacks of the arrows and thrust of the spear, what name shall you give this platoon of us.” I thought about it for a bit, black armor, metallic capable of withstanding attacks like the dragon scales “Black Dragon Squad.” I blurted out.

“You’ll never know, Aphael. My mouth remains shut.” Aphael bared his teeth and a deep growl rumbled in his chest. His claws glowed, pulsing with the moon’s energy as he prepared to strike. He needed to end this. But before he could move, Triton’s body suddenly convulsed. His eyes widened, and a guttural cry tore from his throat as he doubled over and coughed violently. Blood splattered the ground, darker than before, thicker. Aphael paused, his senses on high alert. Something was happening to Triton — something unnatural. The gray in Triton’s fur seemed to deepen, turning almost black, as if the moon itself recoiled from his presence.

They 'Monetized' our 'Universe' to 'Balance' the 'Ledger' of the 'Infinite'. Dominic Thorne stepped to her side, his "Ice-King" presence a "Dark-Vortex" in the white. He wasn't wearing his charcoal suit anymore; he was clothed in "Resonance-Armor" of "Vantablack-Indigo," his "Somatic-Grafts" pulsing with a "Nuclear-Authority." He looked at the "Grid," his "Ice-Blue" eyes "Locking" onto the "Source-Code" of the $1,000,000 contract.