Voltron Narti Novels & Stories

We can't ask for more. My thoughts turn to my uncle. He had a talisman around his neck that interfered with our magic and lured us from Sarn's castle. Dmitri's witches said it came from another witch but Dmitri's been unable to get more answers. It's a problem within his realm but if he needs us we will come. Sarn and Sierra moved back to his lair and they've been fixing it up with the help of the humans. Sierra still has her wolf form as well as being dragon. I've never seen Sarn this happy and the same thing can be said for us all. Life is beyond good.

“Carnelia felt your pain. She almost came after you. I convinced her to stay behind, I even showed her the secret bunker. Your mate is amazing, by the way. She isn’t just a sun dragon, she’s a universal dragon. A true universal dragon. She can take on any other dragon form she has come into contact with well enough that she was able to replicate my hand and hide away. I didn’t even have to give her any kind of passkey. She could just do it automatically. She really is quite something, you know.” I nod. Ona doesn’t need to tell me that there is something special about her. I’ve known she was special from the moment my heart fell for her. “While I was gone searching for you, Tritus betrayed us

he continued as I smirk. "Roman gav always been a betrayer, I am not surprised that he would help the people who remove him just to get rid of me," I said. "You were expecting this?" He questioned. "Yes, your majesty," I replied. "And when the time comes I will be the one to fight him personally," I assured. "That's why I have been training, to match his strength and speed," I replied. "He is a powerful alpha," Dante said. "And I am a very powerful beta," I snap. "If you have no use for me, I would like to sleep," I replied as he nods.

“Aster Likaya, Captain of the Zeraph Republic Voltiir Corps. Serial number 3349-88766.Aster Likaya, Captain of the Zeraph Republic Voltiir Corps. Serial number 3349-88766.” She repeated the phrases in her head, desperate to focus on something that didn’t involve the seeing numbness that had overtaken her body. The death of one Druid and the departure of another had weakened the vine wall that was separating them from their vessel.

He looked like an invincible Flame God. Narga immediately lost the intention to fight as he knew that his defeat was inevitable. His confident smile had long faded, and he was thinking of fleeing from battle. “I was just joking with you, Forty-nine. I don’t want the Primal Mantra. It’s all yours. Open the formation and let me go.” Narga gave up on the Primal Mantra. He wanted to leave the planet alive. “Leave?” James sneered. The Human Race and many of the Greater Realms had great grievances.

Vane, who had apparently gotten bored of guarding the merchants, had joined them, firing from behind a statue of the First Merchant. "A little help here!" Vane yelled, ducking as a plasma bolt took the head off the statue. "They're getting close!" Drax’s golden walker stomped up the ramp. The ground shook with every step. "Viper!" Drax roared, scanning the area with his red optical sensors. "Come out and die like a Prince!" Tristan stood up from behind a marble planter. "You’re loud, Drax!" Tristan shouted, walking into the open. "Compensating for something?"