Voltron Gladiator Novels & Stories

When he was within arm reach, he heard the snapping of bones and turned to see all the bones scattered around had began to form as a complete sekelon. "You can not take the bones of Lucifer away from here." They said together and attacked. Tharollin roared as black wings stretch wide behind him, two black horns coming out of his forehead, his hand began to form a sword. He charged at them. His mind was on Avonmora, he hopes his father had kept to his words.

The strange man immediately moved with a speed that defied human limits grabbing a heavy cast iron skillet from the range and swinging it, the sound of metal hitting a helmet echoed through the room like a bell. He was a whirlwind of black cloth and blue-eyed rage, moving between the hunters with a terrifying efficiency. I scrambled up, grabbing a butcher knife from a magnetic strip. I was a dancer but also a fighter Nd the wolf in me was tired of hiding. I lunged at the second hunter who was trying to reload his crossbow. I didn't go for the heart, I went for the gap in the armor at the back of his knee. I felt the blade sink in, as the hot spray of his blood covered my face. The hunter let

There was even a blurry figure on the lotus. The figure looked very vague, and it sat cross-legged on the lotus. There was a faint golden glow around it. That should be Triton's world avatar. Fane raised an eyebrow at the sight. Triton was the strongest warrior he had met so far. All the others he had fought before had been mere nuisances in comparison. Fane started to form seals, and a dark gray mist started condensing around him. A black ring that had dark red runes glowing around it started to float in front of him.

Adonis growled, his voice like rolling thunder. “Always,” Lucien said with a predator’s grin. The three charged as one. The gator unleashed its attack. A beam of viridescent energy ripped through the storm, tearing apart trees, boiling water into steam. But the Valentines didn’t slow. Adonis slammed into the blast head-on, his aura hardening into a radiant shield of golden light. The energy scorched his skin, burned through muscle—but he kept pushing. Lucien flanked left, carving his claws deep into the beast’s exposed throat. Rio darted right, leaping high to drive his claws into the gator’s glowing eye.

Not just the ground, even the surrounding air was starting to freeze. Chills ran on Creed’s spine as he saw him jump towards him. He immediately put Atlas back in his mind palace and summoned his Flame Trident in his hand. He was trying to block him in his tracks before he could come close. Creed didn’t want to be near this guy at all. He didn’t even want to guess what kind of hidden tricks did this guy had with him. The Glitch was filled with several people with several techniques and infinite genome scripts. Encountering and fighting with someone as weird as this guy would be the last thing Creed would want to do. However, now he did not have any choice, he was coming at him with an intent

The heavy gauntlet emitted a wide disc of kinetic energy that not only protected the Lieutenant but the two other voltiirs behind him. “Hunker, aim, fire!” The DragonWolves rested barrels of their staeves on their shields, holding their heavy weapons with one hand as they took aim at the training golems that were firing back at them. The air began to crackle with floating arcane sigils as they released the plasma volts from the staeve. As with the Ward Stones, the golems fell fast. Their circular anthropoid frames crumbling as the projectiles hit their mark. Froster couldn’t tell how many were sent, he left that part of the training drills up to the Captain’s whims. The squad could have rece

"Glenn! You’re acting like a common assassin for the very men who would see our lineage burned to cinders! Drop the blade!" Glenn doesn't even flicker. He doesn't look at me like the boy I grew up with, the boy who stood by my side during the harsh winters, the one who shared rations when the storehouses were empty. His face is a mask of granite, carved from the same cold, uncompromising stone as the Grand Wolf Assembly he now serves. He charges, his sword hissing as it slices through the stagnant air. It is a blur of lethal, practiced speed, a testament to the brutal training the Assembly forces upon its elite guards.

Both males fixed their eyes below, watching as the gladiator that had his subligaria cut reentered the training ground, donning a new subligaria. His mates still teased him about what happened earlier until Titanus hit his whip again, commanding them to start fighting. "Have you ever wondered what would happen during the Summit?" Alfos chirped, breaking the stint of silence. "Aye," grunted Draco. He shook his head a little, then. "The torment from Draken, I bet it's going to be unbearable."

"Is he a monster now too?" Lihont nodded his head, a dark look of victory on his face. "Yes," Lihont replied. "He drank it without any hesitation because he knew his place. Now he is a powerful gladiator, a giant of shadows waiting on my signal to come out of the dark and kill. He is a loyal dog, unlike you."