Voltron Curtis Novels & Stories

“I know Roo brought me back using some of his voodoo stuff. But he’s dead. I mean dead-dead. No one brought you back.” Curtis didn’t speak for a minute or two, a faraway look to his eyes. “That’s a good question,” he said slowly. “I know . . . there is a purpose to my being here. And before you ask, no, I don’t know what it is. I somehow just know.” He looked at Charley. “Maybe it’s something like what’s holding Easy Street here. Or Cassandra.” “Does that mean you are fucking working for that Voodoo bastard?” rumbled the Golem, shifting in the back of their borrowed ride.

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.

"Hazel, I promise that I'll protect you with my life. I'll never let you feel sad or wronged for as long as I live." I squeezed his hand gently in return and smiled at him. "I trust you." It was just three words, spoken in my easygoing voice, but that was more than enough to reassure Archer as his eyes shone brilliantly in determination. Curtis seemed to finally snap back to the present just then. He staggered backward, and Max had to catch him so he wouldn't fall. "How could this be?" Curtis' face had gone completely white. He just couldn't believe what he was witnessing.

I was so incensed that I couldn't even wait to say my goodbyes to the rest of our team before storming off to the underground parking lot, getting into the car and driving back home. The drive back to Renato's villa was a blur, my mind reeling with anger and frustration. As I walked towards the door, my heart thumped in my chest, and I quickly pushed it open, a smile slipping from my parted lips as I saw the living filled with people. They were all happy. "Uncle, look!" Curtis called out, raising a knife in his hand. "Marcelo is teaching me how to use a knife to defend myself." Marcelo Marino, the same man I had only known from the file, waved his hand, and then turned around to face Curtis.

“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?”

Monroe screamed and cursed. He wiped the blood from his lip, enraged and humiliated. No one had ever dared to lay a finger on him before. "You're dead..." Curtis's eyes burned with fury. He would never allow anyone to harm the woman he loved. He pounced like a raging lion, throwing a flurry of punches. Though he was an artist, his strength was far from weak. His blows were fast and hard, and combined with his muscular build, Monroe was quickly reduced to a cowering mess, all his earlier aggression evaporating.

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.

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.

Ty cuts in before he can respond, “So you're saying Uncle Zach not only knows the creature, but he has seen it in action?” Yes,” Curtis nods. “Then why isn't he saying anything?” Maybe because he's weird, that's why, Ty thought. Then Curtis says, “He might be protecting him. It.” “Careful, Curt!” “I know what I saw, Alpha. He's either protecting the demon, or that thing is too powerful for him, too. He doesn't want anyone to know that he knows.” “Too powerful? You just said he stopped the attack!”

Marlena provides me with a short lightweight casual dress to cover. “Curtis,” Vance announces through his teeth, emitting his dark despotic aura through his channeled anger. “Your time is up.” Wait, what? Malik is Curtis? I was with Curtis the entire time! “What in the world………”