Voltron Novels & Stories

One of my employees. Taurus….. What a bitch! You can’t speak!? I don’t know what I ever seen in you! Capris thoughts…. How arrogant of this community d***. He must not look in the mirror too often. He’s completely let himself go. Better yet he must have a bag over that crater face b****** head when he’s f****** her. I have always been that and then some. Little does he know his friends have been trying to get at me and tells me all his business. Hahahahahaha someone has been boosting him up. How pathetic?

James' gateman greeted as she pulled up in a Bolt ride. "How are you? Is your oga around?" She asked. "No ma, but he go soon arrive," he informed her, and she nodded. "Do you have the key to his house?" She asked, and he nodded, saying, "yes ma." "Can you help me open it?" She asked, and he said, "Ah, Madam. I don't know o. I no wan lose my job." "You won't, don't worry," she assured, and he reluctantly opened the door to the house. She thanked him and he left, praying he wouldn't lose his job.

Mina said looking at the four golden warriors who were flying above them protectively. “What have you done? You have ruined everything, if my daughter dies because of your stupidity I will rip you to shreds and feed you to the sharks.” Triton said as his powers surged and water came from out of nowhere lifting him into the air. His hieroglyphics glowed not just blue but also gold, his trident appeared in his hand along with a golden crown that formed on his head.

Strong hands caught me before I hit the ground. I blinked. Empty and dark eyes. Sharp cheekbones. A powerful presence that sent an instant chill down my spine. I knew this man. Even through my delirium, even through the haze of exhaustion and blood loss— I recognized him without missing a single beat. Vlad the Impaler. Vladislav Moroz. The most powerful businessman in the world. And Malcom was right behind me.

“Well… there’s a little secret I’ve been keeping. A vial, you see. It does what the moon does for you. Keeps us... sane.” Aphael narrowed his eyes, frustration bubbling beneath the surface. “What’s is this vial? What have you done?” But Triton simply smirked and fell silent, a malicious glint in his eye. The moment stretched, a heavy silence settling over the battlefield. Aphael felt a growing urgency to end this. Triton’s vague hints only fueled his determination; he needed to eliminate this threat before it could fester and grow. “Enough games,” Aphael growled and raised his claws. The aura of the moon enveloping him in a brilliant glow. “We end this now.”

I know she’s both thinking about the safety of the pack and my own exhaustion level. “The police are on their way to meet Scar where Channing found the dead human. And,” I say looking up to glance at the clock on my office wall, “in just about six hours, Leader Bruno will be here to talk to us and Scar’s parents about their experiences with the undead, so we can have some ideas in place for when Scarlett contacts COWS. You know she’ll want you in on that meeting, too.” That’s another great thing about Scarlett — she recognizes the value that the mate brings to the table. Zella, Asher and Lupita aren’t just the mates of myself, Bree and Jacob, granting them the titles of Beta, Gamma and Delta

Dre shouted horrified. “Xeon said he had everything in control,” Alpha Arrow frowned. “You don’t understand, Daddy !! Unknown to others, Treco is a Beta and a tracker too ! He can easily circumvent all traps and can instead, lure the enemy to his planted ones. Oh fuck ! What about Xeon ? And damn ! I swore in front of you. Shit ! No not again dammit ! Ughh,” Dre said infuriated but then successfully, shook himself out of the cursing loop. “Sorry for cursing, Daddy but I gotta save my mate,” he urgently said.

This would end tonight. Jaiyana crouched low on Shan’s back, white tiger muscles coiled beneath her like steel springs. Her heart beat in perfect synchrony with his, every instinct honed to a single purpose: defeat Maximus. The Chakram of Indra spun at her side, a silver wheel of fire ready to sever anything in its path. The Vajra Spear crackled with lightning, humming with power to pierce and shatter even the strongest enchantments. And the Trident of Varuna gleamed in the moonlight, its three prongs capable of pinning, piercing, and controlling the colossal demon before them.

Jake said. “It’s you, Wrath. We voted you in as President,” Trick said. Jake shook his head but Trick continued before he could say anything. “You’re the best man for the job. Bandit and Nitro said they’d make you VP when Bandit retired and Nitro took over. We all know you’ve got the skills to lead the Warriors. This is the time where you choose, Wrath. Either you stand with us and take the patch or you turn around right now and leave. I know you’re loyal, but we need a President. We need someone that will lead us into battle, not just an affiliate that’s pissed because his friends were killed. We need to stand united right now, under a good leader, under you.”

We turn into the hotel grounds and the cars slow toward the entrance, and Enzo immediately squeezes forward into the gap again with a phone angled toward me showing a live feed of the ballroom interior. "Flamingo is still talking to the tattooed guy," he reports. "Big. Very inked. Orlov is not in the room yet." I glance at the feed. Then back at the road. "Flamingo." "Codename," Dante says, with the tone of someone explaining something obvious. "The Greek Princess is the Flamingo. Orlov is the Chipmunk." He pauses. "You are the Italian Stallion." Something happens in my chest that I cannot fully contain before it reaches my face. It is not a smile. It is adjacent to one. It escapes before I