Voltron Gladiator Novels & Stories

Maybe opposites do attract sometimes. Jagger walks up to Colton and whispers something in his ear that makes him smirk. He nods in agreement before heading my way. “Wonder what the two of them are concocting?” Grant mind links me. “There is absolutely no telling.” “Hunter and Jagger would like to have a friendly duel with the two of us after training.” He smirks. Hunter is slightly larger than Colton, but I have no doubt Colton can take him. His dad trained with some of the elite warriors that protect the king, so Colton is trained extremely well.

​The molten orange glare of the geothermal siphon cast long, distorted shadows across the massive cavern of Sector 00. As the monolithic black titanium cylinder fully emerged from the liquid stone, the automated cooling manifolds began to hiss, spraying high-pressure nitrogen vapor that swirled around the towering Vanguard Titan Chassis 01.

Sorin was stubborn as a mule and Maceo knew Sorin wasn't gonna accept anytime soon the fact that he was still hurting or more than accepting he just didn't want to show it. Maceo hoped that it wouldn't destroy Sorin. Sorin had been broken already as it was. ____________________________________________________________________ BAM! Sorin landed a perfect hit on his opponent's jaw making his opponent gush out blood from his lips. His opponent grunted as he staggered back. His opponent was stocked up, big muscles and all but in height he was almost same as Sorin, maybe even an inch smaller giving Sorin the advantage of speed and height which he was using to the fullest potential.

Dartron answered grabbing everyone’s attention. “And what is it” His eyes met mine, and I knew what he was going to say next. “The luna’s power can counter Thanos flames, she is…….” Vincent growled loudly not letting Dartron complete his statement. “Never” his word was bold and firm. He wrapped his hand around my waist, touching my stomach, he pulled me closer to him, and I could feel the anger reverberating from him. “But….” “My word is final, Riley is not going to take part in this war”

But this is the tradition you will never be told stronger if you won't pass this forest. ___________ KEZTOR_elder "Walter" power_THUNDER FINO: VENOM GUALTIERO: GRAVITY MAI: WATER NARKISSA: NUMBNESS and TELEPORT NUNZIO: VOICE ORAZIO: SNIPER "Warg grandson, that was the list of all your clan allies. Are you sure about this" "I was born ready grandpa this is what I've been training for right? So what are you asking me like that?"

"When I found out that my body isn't broken as it seemed to be." Keron's eyes were still glued at the video game. He made a fist with his right hand and pumped it in front of his face. The gesture was recognized by his Battle Gear's sensors, prompting it to detract his headgear and release his head. Cool air from the room's air conditioner embraced his bare face. His features were typically islandic Tritonite--dark tan, glowing light blue eyes, tribal tattoos and a shaven head. The insignia of their tribe was imprinted on his left cheek: a snake encircling his left eye like a cane.

Silvester came off the board, followed by Bow and his men, then the horses. “Do we really need them?” Tristan asked Silvester as the men took the two bolt-throwers down the wide plank towards the shore. He found them similar to metal carriages as the crew tied them to the horses. “In places like this, we’ll need all the means of survival we can get.” “But dragonfire will melt them easily.” “They’re titanium,” Bow cut in, “We’re not fools, boy. We know very well what we’re dealing with.” Tristan rolled his eyes, then he turned around. A massive volcano stood far ahead of them, surrounded by a vast tropical forest. They entered and Tristan immediately sensed beasts in their area.

It was then followed by a three-foot-long blade glow that flashed through his opponent. Trigon, who was highly ferocious in the beginning, suddenly froze in place. The next second, blood started to trickle from his forehead. Then, with a snap… his entire body was split in two. “D*mn!!!” Seeing the scene, Clifford was flabbergasted. He couldn’t even imagine how his boss had become so powerful. Indeed, Tyr’s combat power was many times higher than Clifford and the others.

“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.

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.