Voltron Pieces Novels & Stories

he asked. Now that was a useful question. I turned toward him fully now, studying him. If I was going to play this game, If I was going to win, I needed pieces in place and Tristan was perfect.

Tony Kaymaer roared, a sound that made me cover my ears in pain as it reverberated through the empty battle planet. His form contorted as he grew larger. He was now bony, his skin stretched across his lanky frame. His skin was obsidian black, absorbing all light that came into contact with it. The three shards fused, into one bigger one and went through his chest. The amount of energy he was releasing was so large, that it felt oppressive. I felt dizzy already and looked beside me to see Míriel unconscious. Zeus sat back, regrowing his arm and watching the battle that was about to unfold.

Being jealous of a being who can have total power over me…I wouldn’t be that stupid. “Not as much as you. I didn’t follow her like a puppy dog around the castle. You did. I can handle it. In the meantime, do everything in your power to stay away from her.” “I will. Trust me.” “Great, now say, fetch Max.” “Fetch Max,” I repeated. At this max zoomed out of my room and reappeared like no time had passed “Take this.” Max handed me a glittering purple vile. “What is it?” I asked.

“Don’t do it. We can negotiate peacefully. That seal is older than you can imagine.” Around them, warriors continued to fight. The ground was covered in blood. Selene remained adamant. She kept her gaze fixed on his. “You brought this war upon us,” she said icily. Before Vulcan could react she lifted the Seal high and then smashed it. As it hit the ground, it broke into a thousand glittering pieces. At that moment, Vulcan let out a shriek. His staff fell out of his hands. His body was ablaze with black sparks that surged beneath his skin like fire. His face contorted in pain as he stumbled and clawed at his chest.

He discovered too late that Norval had devised a similar strategy. Norval stretched out his tongue as the lightning bolts approached, revealing a vial that had been lying inside his mouth the entire time. The glass sliced through his tongue after he shattered it with his teeth. As the bolt struck him, his skin turned into a metal-like substance, and he poked out his chest. The ground shook as the lightning bolt passed through Norval's body and dissipated into the concrete floor, which Luciana and Jalon could hear from the front row.

“The men decided to keep Vulkar’s phallus as a trophy. It was too large and too dangerous to remain whole, so they severed it into pieces and distributed them among the commanders.” Araheen kept listening. “When your kind began building citadels and fortresses, we considered weaponizing the fragments.” Kohina looked back at her. “But we never found a reliable way to do it. Many were lost to failed attempts—detonations we could not control. So we, the seers, sealed them in enchantments until they calcified. In time, we forgot about them… until Gildeon brought them up.” “So it was all a lie,” Araheen said, letting out a scoff. “The claim that assembling them would reveal the location of your m

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.

Alexei Volkov stood in the exact center of the open space, leaning heavily on custom black forearm crutches. The right leg of his tailored trousers was pinned neatly above the knee; the left ended in a gleaming carbon-fiber prosthetic that clicked faintly every time he shifted weight. His lips curled in a rictus of anger as he reached the center of the warehouse. Two containers stood open in front of him. Inside the first: ceramic-composite body armor plates still in their factory wrapping. Inside the second: the micro-drone guidance modules, matte black, sleek, each one worth more than most men made in a decade. The rest of the haul, conflict diamonds reset into antique settings, waited in

J stayed up top, sniping with precise shots that kept the creature from turning. Schnell, breathing hard, reached into his pack and pulled out a black cube. "One of ze experimental ones. I haf no idea what it does." "Throw it anyway!" He did. The cube arced down, hit the metal flooring, and exploded into a net of shimmering energy. The Neurovore howled—not in pain, but annoyance. It turned, dropping Spitfire. Jonie scrambled forward and dragged the dragonling behind a pillar. I hit the bottom walkway, hard. My shoulder screamed in protest, but I ran anyway.

he muttered to himself. With three pieces already inside him, he could sense others nearby. He had searched all of Canraville, and there should not be another piece here, according to the map. Why was he sensing one now? "Did someone remove it from its burial site?" According to Gerald, only the Dragons Destroyer technique could cultivate these Dragonspines. The chances of someone moving one were minimal. Lionel's piece came from an ancient technique that he had happened to come across. Victor, Felix's birth father, had another, which was understandable given the Greene family's power. But what was this?