Voltron Novels & Stories

I chuckled. "It's a free show. You're only seeing live what you watch on your phones anyway. And don't lie and say you don't," Tyce taunted us. We all laughed, immediately groaning from the pain it caused. "Blake, Alexander, Tyson, I owe all of you," Alpha Antoine spoke in his French Canadian accent. "Both Lune Nordique and Bois Sombre are at your disposal. Any time you need help, our warriors are yours." "That's all we ask," Alex responded. "You can never have too many friends when it comes to war."

“I spotted you flying this way and tracked you down when I remembered my bouncer said he saw you dancing with her. You owe me a new safe and my meteorite!” He didn't have time for this right now. “Get her to safety,” Kohl growled. “Later we will discuss payment.” “I'm not going anywhere.” Isabelle shook off Billy's hand on her arm. “There are three of them and only one of you.” “Come Vespar,” the Tryn tossed Taurian aside like he was a wet coat, “Let us remove these two obstacles from our woman.” The Tryn shifted, its black fur changing into hard, dark scales. A dark, mirror image of Kohl's dragon form. Its eyes were bright crimson and its mass larger than his father's.

Brimming with unwavering confidence, Tritan propelled himself towards the encroaching squid, embracing the challenge that lay ahead. As the clash ensued, Tritan's trident became an extension of his will, delivering precise and forceful strikes. The battleground thrummed with the intensity of their conflict, churning the waters into a tempestuous frenzy. And finally, Tritan emerged victorious, his trident poised and his gaze unyielding.

Silvia trained hard for a month. She learned more spells and built more chakra. Thanks to her wolf she felt immensely powerful. But it wasn't just the physical training that she needed. She needs a strong mindset to face Armando. Dealing with Alonso was tough because he had given her so much pain and taken away her childhood but what Armando had done was far beyond repair. He had instilled such trauma inside her that she couldn't sleep at night. The last time she faced him. She lost it and trembled pathetically. She didn't want it to happen again. That was why she'll take help from Hunter.

With a restrained bellow, he projected his pure vigor, casting it into the shape of a body armor with a golden-red sheen. The crowd around him was left gaping in shock—Troy actually had such a powerful champion under his command?! "Haha! This is a secret technique of Volsung Sect—the Golden Dragon Carapace! With this, I won't fear even peak Ascendant ranks!" Kilian sneered as he watched Frank charged at him, clearly overestimating himself. Given Frank's condition, the recoil alone would pulverize his body and kill him instantly. Troy's eyes had lit up when he saw the majestic armor covering Kilian too.

"You...are very courageous," Bolt hissed through gritted teeth, his expression contorting fiercely upon hearing Frederick's words. Boom, boom, boom! The sound of rumbling thunder immediately exploded through the air. Bolt was thoroughly enraged. He wanted to destroy this place, to level it to the ground, and reduce everyone to ashes to vent his anger. "Thunder Dragon! "Thunder Sea! "One Billion Volts! "Thunder's Wrath! "Ragnarok!" Bolt unleashed all the ultimate skills he had learned, stacking various powerful moves wildly. Around him, the surroundings turned chaotic.

You said I was unfit to be a warrior; prove it. The shock on his face morphed into anger, and he charged towards me like a bloodthirsty bull. I dodged his charging body effortlessly and kicked him in the shin. A strangulated sound left his lips, and as he fell to the ground, it gave him another kick in the jaw. Blood splattered across the floor, and he fell on his face with a thud. Ten seconds. That's all it took to put him down like a dog with a big bark and no bite.

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.

She hits the floor with a sickening thud and lies motionless. Enyo uses the moon's energy and moves at a speed that is almost invisible to the human eye; she jumps on to the warrior's back. A knee in his shoulderblades and a foot on his other shoulder, gripping his head she snaps it with a strength that doesn't belong to someone her size. He is dead before he even realises what has happened. Trent has shifted back and now has the child cuddled to him. Enyo now stands right in front of the three who now look less smug. Her body has a white glow to it as the moon energy floors through her, her chest is heaving.

When it was over, Nolan was no longer Nolan. He was Trovão. And Trovão felt no guilt. Trovão felt purpose. But even so... even so, when his father lunged at his neck, jaws open to kill, Nolan hesitated. Just for a second. But it was enough for the attack to almost connect. He backed away. And growled. Thunder responded with a roar that made the entire field bow. The wolves around them felt the ancestral strength of their lineage. The latent power. The true call of leadership.