Novelas y relatos de Voltron Defender

I might not be really good with a sword but I have really good reflexes. Steel rang out as Torin moved, forcing one back, but the creature didn’t retreat. Rather, it adapted, shifting its weight, eyes locked on Draven with unsettling focus. “It’s like they know you,” I said sharply. “Good then, because Volkava will know who he’s messing with.” His blade went into the heart of one. Another one sprang forward, only to recoil violently as it crossed an invisible threshold. The ground flared, and I heaved a sigh of relief.

he asked, his tone light and full of mirth but his eyes sharp and assessing under his heavy brows. "Actually, he is newly mated and doing well by all accounts." Brand tried to control the anger and sarcasm in his voice. This man would surely pay for his insolence. "I'm sure they'll have young in no time at all." Brand crossed his arms over his chest, flung his hair out of his eyes and stood to his full impressive height. He may not be the Alpha of his clan, despite his machinations, but he was still a Sköll warrior. He would not let anyone insult him, or his clan – no matter their rank. His wolf paced within him in indignation. It took an extreme act of will not to simply let the beast out t

“So what if he’s a powerhouse in the Yuraeceon Daelm Rank’s Fifth Tribulation? He was still shocked by our Dragon General. “Refreshing, isn’t it? Please enjoy, Mr. Truett.” Hearing Quattro and Xzavion’s sarcastic remarks, Truett, who was wrapped in the colorful electricity, roared, “What is this? It’s absorbing my Genesis Powers. Please stop. Otherwise, I will fight back.” With an innocent expression, James said, “I don’t know how to stop it.” In dire straits, Truett clenched his fists. Then, a clear and bright Genesis Shield appeared on his physical body.

He didn't throw a punch; he simply drove his open palm forward, unleashing the residual kinetic pressure stored in the relic's lattice. The resulting shockwave didn't just warp the air—it shattered the rain. A massive, concussive wall of invisible force slammed into the enforcer phalanx with the speed of a freight train. Riot shields splintered like cheap glass. Heavily armored soldiers were lifted completely off their feet, thrown backward into the concrete pillars and supply crates like discarded toys. The path to the VTOL was instantly cleared. "Move! Move! Move!" Torin roared, laying down a burst of suppressive fire into the catwalks above to keep any remaining snipers pinned down.

There was also a red light bar on the eye part of the helmet that gave the suit its futuristic RoboCop similarities. “You have a vector high energy machine gun that emerges from the suit’s left arm. You also have a tectonic laser sword that retracts out of the right arm of the suit. It’s kind of like a Star Wars lightsaber.” Irena giggled while trying to explain most of the suit’s features to Mark. Princess Death Row could see how Mark wasn’t fascinated by the suit he was about to put on, but she didn’t care.

The orange light was shining towards the four scorpion demons in front of him. Seeing that orange light, suddenly and out of a sudden, Evania thought of something in her mind, with her monolog underneath the quagmire of her mind, thought as well as consideration. That orange light reminds me of my Aqua Darling’s story about the mysterious orange light which temporarily maintains the safety of their land territory. Is that the similar light with this orange light of his? If so, that means this Hades Voltario has been protecting their yaksha land for all these times secretly and unknowingly to all his friends, his family and his acquaintances. Who’s this Hades Voltario actually?

Kazi yelled into his comms, backing away from the rust demon. He wasn't talking to himself. Suddenly, the waterfall exploded inward again. But this time, it wasn't one man. Six figures burst through the water curtain. They were wearing heavy, powered armor—smaller than Kazi’s, sleek and black, with glowing blue visors. They held heavy rifles that hummed with energy. "The Heavy Troopers," Eliana gasped. "Mercenaries. Six's death squad." "Open fire!" Kazi commanded, backing away as his chest plate began to flake off in chunks.

"It's an autonomous defense protocol. Physical attacks will just pass right through it, and the metal is hot enough to instantly melt kinetic rounds." The liquid-metal Sentinel raised one of its shifting, formless arms. It didn't hold a weapon. It became the weapon. The arm elongated into a razor-sharp, superheated scythe blade. "I've cut smoke before," Dax said, stepping in front of me. He hit the manual override on his Phase-Gauntlet, the iridescent blue Origin-Code wrapping around his fist and knife. "I'll keep the thermostat busy. You get to that core and freeze the drills!"

With a restrained bellow, he projected his pure vigor, casting it into the shape of a body armor with a golden-red sheen. The crowd around him was left gaping in shock—Troy actually had such a powerful champion under his command?! "Haha! This is a secret technique of Volsung Sect—the Golden Dragon Carapace! With this, I won't fear even peak Ascendant ranks!" Kilian sneered as he watched Frank charged at him, clearly overestimating himself. Given Frank's condition, the recoil alone would pulverize his body and kill him instantly. Troy's eyes had lit up when he saw the majestic armor covering Kilian too.

There hasn't been a rider born in half a century, and even before, there was only one that ruled Astoria. How could I destroy her now? Her being half human, and Astoria’s vow made this complicated. “Now what indeed.” I sighed out loud. The best thing I could do was keep her in sight and make sure she didn’t realize her powers. Snuff it out before she did. I had Max. He was the most knowledgeable in werewolf law. He could help me. “I want—what’s the thing's name—? “Jezebel.” “I want Jezebel to come live with me. She will stay under my clan, as my ward.”