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.

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

Victorious and towering above his fallen opponent stood Lucius, the gladiator known as the Lion of Rome. His body was a masterpiece of strength and ferocity, bronzed from endless hours under the sun, his muscles carved from the relentless training that had forged him into the empire's most celebrated warrior. His dark eyes, fierce and unyielding, scanned the roaring masses, his chest heaving with exertion. In the shaded balcony above, Claudia, a patrician woman of noble blood, watched him with rapt attention. Her delicate fingers gripped the railing, her knuckles pale against the gold trim as her eyes remained fixed on him.

Sebastian simply raised his hand and swung it toward Tron's face. The humongous palm struck Tron's face directly. At that moment, he felt as if his face had been hit by a truck. He flew back with blood spurting from his mouth. He landed on the ground with a thud and bounced a few times before rolling to a stop. This scene left Alec, Zolan, and the surrounding bodyguards of the Griffin family completely stunned! Tron was a Supreme Grandmaster! He was the most capable assistant of the second heir for the Griffin family, and with Zolan, they were known to be inseparable.

The look Jake gave him was stoic. “Enough! Wrath hasn’t asked anything of us, but he’s always helped when we needed him. He took out Slither for your baby mama, Goat. You don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about. Go do something else, I don’t want to see your face for the rest of the day,” Bandit said. “Fuck this,” Goat said, and stomped out of the room. “We’d go to war with you, Wrath, no matter who it was against. I’m not going to lie. I don’t want to get involved in other MC battles, but we would if you asked,” Nitro said, tapping his lighter against the table.

"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."