Voltron Narti Novels & Stories

NATALIE'S POV After he threw me to the ground I got up fast. He was bigger than me and stronger. He was well trained warrior. But I’d trained. I’d bled. I had Kaia and I had something he didn’t. A reason to fight. “Walk away,” I said, spitting blood to the ground “Now.” His eyes sparkled evily. “You ruin lives and expect to give orders? You destroyed everything I built. You took my mate, my reputation—”

“She’s the Luna of the White Snow pack. Her mate… the Alpha—adores her. She has his ear, always has. If she wants warriors, he’ll give them.” Thorne didn’t look convinced. “You think she’ll agree to this war? Risk her own pack’s safety for your vendetta?” I laughed, low and bitter. “She’s not some fragile housewife, Thorne. That woman is ruthless. She didn’t just climb her way into power—she tore down another woman to do it.” I looked him dead in the eye. “If I ask for warriors, she’ll get me warriors. One way or another.” Thorne’s gaze sharpened. “You’re sure?”

My humiliation had become their safety valve. “Teams are set,” Nathan said, pencil scribbling while he could still keep it in his own hand. “Northern patrol: Dylan, Sera, Jon. Western cut: Brill, Yarrow…” His voice carried on, the litany of names like rosary beads. When he reached the end, quiet retook the room, and we all listened to the oddest sound: my breathing. Ducks breathe with a faint whistle, a thread of air through a small reed. It’s not an impressive sound for a king to make. The more I hated it, the louder it seemed. Lorn broke the quiet first. “Tristan,” he said, .“You have chosen certainty as a spear. That can be noble on the field. In the house, among the living, it kills thin

“But don’t worry—I’ll take good care of you.” My vision blurs as his grip intensifies, cutting off my air supply. I can feel the panic rising, the helplessness clawing at me, and in that moment, I realize that the Orion I knew might truly be gone. This is the fury of his beast. Raw, primal and without any human emotion. Could this be what Natasha meant about trapping them in their beast form? I hear the others shouting, hear Arkyn’s furious roar as he charges forward. But Orion doesn’t seem the least bit concerned. His grin only widens, his eyes flicking toward Arkyn with a bored expression.

(Throltys) Throltys is a proud Dragonnewt, with 250 cm tall, muscular, and scale bound. He is bound to invoke attention from others, he is like a lizardman, but he is not, he is a Dragonnewt a race who is a direct descendant of a dragon. And they are not only smart but also abnormally strong, both magic and physique. Most importantly, the Earth Dragonnewt is undoubtedly loyal to me as their entire race was given to me by the Carefree dragon that lives behind my house back in New City. So in terms of performance and loyalty, Throltys is someone that I don’t even have to worry about at all.

Adrian waved with a grin. “Didn’t ask for your help, Red,” The Vanity troops closed in their attacks while still firing at the wall Adrian made. Just as they were about to break through, Natalie ran behind Daryl and froze time to stop the oncoming lasers in place. She spun three times in the air before constructing twin kataras in each hand. Natalie landed on the ground and slashed the plasma lasers in pieces. Afterwards, Natalie thruster her kicks and punches into each of the agents before unfreezing time.

If the outside is so sad, then the inside could at least be cheerful, he said. Thor gave him some strength and physical skills so that he could defend himself a little bit. And finally, Heimdall, the "Guardian of the Bifrost" agreed to send Ragnar, the rejected of Asgard, to Midgard. Heimdall warns Hoder, however, that his protégé, being a Man and not a god, would take thousands of moons to reach Midgard.

That is what I love about Vivian. Sure she may be a spoilt, shallow, immature woman and yes she may not the brightest bulb but she is everything I want a woman to be. Submissive. Regina has always had too much willpower for my taste. But Vivian has always been easier to manipulate, to command, to control. And that's why she won the right to stand by my side as Luna. Regina can keep being the barbaric warrior she is. She can keep using her strength to bring my pack to it's true glory. She can keep thinking I would crown her as my Luna at the end of the war.

The orange light was shining towards the four scorpion demons in front of him. Seeing that orange light, suddenly and out of a sudden, Evania thought of something in her mind, with her monolog underneath the quagmire of her mind, thought as well as consideration. That orange light reminds me of my Aqua Darling’s story about the mysterious orange light which temporarily maintains the safety of their land territory. Is that the similar light with this orange light of his? If so, that means this Hades Voltario has been protecting their yaksha land for all these times secretly and unknowingly to all his friends, his family and his acquaintances. Who’s this Hades Voltario actually?

"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.