Voltron Force Lions Novels & Stories

"The three of you should bow in my presence and kiss my feet if I demand it." Sarn, the glorious purple dragon laughed the loudest. "I'll tell you what. If you can defeat us, we'll bow and I'll even kiss your dirty, smelly feet." His tail made a grand sweep and Laryn's mammoth head lowered to avoid it. "Yeah make us," Bastian mocked. Fire showed in his blue gaze as he challenged me.

He fought like a demon possessed, slashing, striking, his eyes blazing with desperation. He would not let them take her, not his mate, not his Luna. You could see the agony in his face as she gagged, falling to the ground. A wolf lunged towards him, its teeth sinking into his shoulder, dragging him down. "Dad, look out." I yelled as my feet felt like they were stuck to move. More followed, piling onto him like starving beasts. His silver eyes met mine for the briefest moment, filled with unspoken words, a silent command.

Two officers charged in to strike Taylor down then he created a force field that repelled them. Taylor charged at the two remaining goons. They attacked him simultaneously and slammed Taylor onto the floor. He was afraid that the monstrous policemen had him overpowered then reached for his trident and summoned a lightning bolt that struck them off him. When the two Kaiju officers were blasted, their corpses turned into ice and cracked then shattered. “Wow, that’s a new trick,” Taylor said to himself. “Dude, you can freeze people now?” Bonnie asked, unintentionally distracting Taylor for a brief second as she poked her head back into the house.

His voice echoed throughout the whole cave making it shake hard. Lionel let out a laugh of sarcasm and wiping the blood near his lips, he got up. Because of the blow blood came out of his mouth. But he was way too stronger than Liam. Because he has the power of a Lion and a Dragon. And has the swiftness of a phoenix. It can be said that he is the most powerful hybrid of the supernatural world.

"Are you okay?" The White Lion helped his friend back to his feet. He provided energy support for Black Tiger to recover. "We must attack him together. It will be very difficult to attack him alone. Are you ready for that tactic?" Black Tiger stood back up. He signaled to the White Lion. "I understand. I am ready." The White Lion exhaled. He closed his eyes and began to concentrate his energy. A stream of pale white energy enveloped his body. As smooth as smoke, the energy slowly formed an elephant ivory-colored armor.

Dash: ‘This isn’t what I thought we were walking into. ‘Me either dash I think we made things worse for ourselves.’ “don’t worry, you won’t last long so you won’t suffer much,” one of the guards bellowed. Michael POV: Even at half capacity, our army of warriors is vast. Before me stands three companies of warriors, each containing one-hundred-fifty warriors, not to mention the elites. My elite warriors possess unique gifts from their wolves.

I was moving before I even thought about it, claws sliding free, rage rushing through me like fire. “Lucas!” Ryder shouted, rushing forward and grabbing my arm before I could charge blindly. “They’re organized—Dalton and Marcus Reid are leading them!” Sure enough, Reid’s maniacal laugh rang out above the chaos. “Storms!” he bellowed. “Your time ends tonight!” “Kill them all. Leave Dominic and Lucas to me!” Dalton’s voice echoed from the back of the hall, and then all hell was let loose as my father’s warriors and the rogues clashed.the fighting truly began.

Madam Amelia seemed to know this as she nodded her head at me. “Now what? You can’t break your vow. What will you do? You can’t have a Wolf Rider running around Astoria.” There it was. She knew what her daughter was. The half human part of it was the least of it. The fact that she was a Rider—a creature that could control a werewolf with a simple command. A creature that ruined my family's life. A creature, who must be destroyed before it gains power. There hasn't been a rider born in half a century, and even before, there was only one that ruled Astoria.

Loyalists perked up, their own strengths bolstered, charging with renewed vigor. Draven noticed, his stallion rearing as he spurred it forward. "You fools! That power will consume you!" He shifted partially on horseback, violet energy crackling around him, countering our surge with his rogue abilities. His loyalists rallied, pushing back against the dominance wave, but cracks showed in their formation.

As the shield pack to the Royal Crown, they needed to be strong, and now that everything was settled and sorted, they were. In fact, they were stronger than they've ever been. Tristan, Martin and Ryner have amped up the Elite warrior training tenfold, and Courtney has worked alongside Oliver to brush up on the chronicles of legends, species and magicks. They have the second most informed Historian next to the Royal Court pack, themselves.