Voltron Curtis Novels & Stories

“It’s been ages, Curtis. The years have been kind to you.” “As they have been with you. Our Alpha sends his greetings. The North Star pack will forever be grateful to you for saving our Alpha’s life.” “He would have done the same for me,” Tatum pats the side of Curtis’ arm with a small grin that barely lasts a second before he pulls the big man to the side. Curtis is the Beta of Alpha Caden Miles, the Alpha of the North Star pack. Many years ago, during his Alpha training, that was when he met Caden and saved him from being lynched by a pack of rogues.

Curtis shook his head in mock disappoint “and here I was thinking there was more to him as an elemental wolf.” Curtis rose from his throne and stepped down. The dark ones before him stepped away to give him passage and bowed their heads in respect. “But he is feared, my king” another of the soldiers spoke up. “Feared, yes but he is nothing but an empty shell. A man who does not have a motive is nothing but an empty beast” Curtis stopped in front of a fire torch. Even with technology he loved to keep torches around to remind everyone that he could control fire.

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".

I whisper back. Curtis eyes them. “These guys. These guys are going to help us against Xavier black? Are you insane?” He grits “Trust me, Curtis. They have resources we need and have agreed to help us if they can meet Lucius. We need this.” I search his face. He places a hand to his forehead, rubbing it. “Fuck. Lu’s really not going to like this.” “I don’t care, Curt. This pack comes first.” I was getting agitated.

But until they had Sapphire out of whatever nightmare she’d gotten herself into, he had to tread carefully. Unlike most of the Donovans, who were tall and blond, Curtis was a short, stocky guy with shoulder-length brown hair and a goatee. He had small, kinda beady brown eyes, and a nose that looked too long for his face. At first glance, he seemed harmless enough, until you got to know what a ruthless little bastard he was. “You’ve got a lot of nerve coming here,” Curtis said. “I lost one of my best men because of you, and had to fire another.” Razl snorted. “If they were your best, Donovan, then you need to do some new recruiting.”

Ryull, ever quick, tackled them to the ground, their boisterous enthusiasm abruptly silenced. "I was joking! Okay, okay! You're just only brothers-in-law!" he said, grinning. Curtis approached Alruna, taking her hand and raising it to his lips. He then turned her to face his packs. "This is my mate, Alruna." A collective gasp rippled through the assembled warriors. Comments like "A powerful couple," and "A match made in heaven," were whispered amongst them. The omega was a skilled doctor, the beta a fearsome warrior; a truly formidable pair. The women from their village showered Alruna with praise, commenting on Curtis’s incredible luck.

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.

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?

Tricia shrieked,she tried to shift, her bones beginning to pop, but she was too slow and weak. I had turned on her, my vision a pulsing red. I didn’t see a sister. I saw a parasite. I turned swiftly towards Tricia who was stuck in shock staring at her mother struggling to breathe on spilt blood. I felt no pity. I immediately lunged at Tricia, swiping my claws across her chest, opening her from collarbone to hip, before plunging my claws into her chest. She tried to fight me off but I was too endowed with rage to allow her win this time.