Voltron Curtis Novels & Stories

Also, he had inborn agility and strength that never faded, even when exhausted. The hunters of Sandwestmorr were subdivided into four groups, the trackers, the strengths, the escapers, and the Strategizers. Even though George could fit into any group easily, he was part of the hunting group called 'The Strength'. Aside from being a hunter, he was a protector. He often sensed what was to come and let the villagers know beforehand so they could strategise before any attack. Before his power came forth, he had lived a peaceful life until he was eighteen. That was when he triggered what was known as a 'curse'.

Garvin chipped in. He had taken over the wheel since the driver who came with Iris and the bodyguard left with the other car. “Dad, are you an engineer?” Curtis asked curiously, though he already knew the answer. “No, why do you ask?” Garvin smiled and asked him, Curtis responded, “If you, the CEO, are not an engineer, then why should I be an engineer before I can help my brother out?” Garvin sighed at the question and shook his head. Curtis had a point there.

Curtis shape shifted back to his human form and lay panting heavily on the ground. He was bundled to the dungeon as Alpha Liam pawed away. "Let me speak to the Alpha…" he continued to plead weakly, blood covered his body from all the times he crashed heavily to the ground.

After speaking, Dustin looked at Curtis. His eyes were intense and confident, as if he already understood everything. Curtis was taken aback, then quickly composed himself. He was filled with uncontrollable joy. “Thank you for your trust! On behalf of the whole Swansong Group, I swear to serve you with my life. We will do everything to follow your orders!” Curtis’s voice trembled in excitement.

Bouncing at Curves meant that Curtis was among the first people to step forward when trouble started – and trouble started there often. While everyone else ran from the violent assholes with the guns and knives and pool cues, Curtis walked right on up to them, and he always came out on top. He was fast, and strong, and merciless, especially when one of the female staff or customers had been touched or roughed up. He was an expert and fearless fighter, and in eighteen months of working with him at Curves, Tessa had never seen him tender.

He explained further. “My sister lets me ride all the time.” I shrugged. “They were mere betas. I am—“ “The all-powerful Kent. Got it. Nevermind. You transform. I’ll go on the mountain all by myself.” I said. Before I completed my sentence, Kent's face went stone. His nose was the first thing I noticed. It was no longer human before I could focus on the rest of the changes. Kent's skin had gray and white fur on it, and eventually, I was looking at beadier red eyes. In front of me now stood a wolf, a few inches taller than me. All around the wolf, I saw torn clothes on the ground.

He opened the door. “Come on in, man. How you doing?” “Good.” Curtis ambled in all deceptively casual, his blue eyes taking in everything in mere seconds. Now that Gabi knew he had a military background, she wondered how the hell she’d ever missed the man’s keen intelligence and observation skills before now. Curtis, Dillon, Alex and Wes all looked like they were ready for anything all the time, and she wondered what kind of training had made them like that. “Hey, hon.” Curtis’ voice was its usual gravel. “You doing OK?”

“Yes, my alpha?” The beta immediately appeared, since Curtis was a hybrid, half vampire and werewolf. It permitted him to shape shift into particular birds he wished to. He flew down towards the balcony and transformed himself from the bird to his normal self. Curtis landed on the cold marble floor and knelt in front of his master.

Dante beamed and asked the man to unstrap Curtis’s hands from the plaster. Curtis grinned in a bit pain as he rolled his wrists. “So, as I told you we both know each other…and you know I hate to hear ‘No’, Curtis!” Dante folded his two arms in his front while he gazed at Curtis who seemed limping already as the man had no other choice but working for him.