Voltron Quotes Novels & Stories

But now, after six fucking years, it keeps replaying in his mind like a broken record. Every night was restless. He looked older than his age, and the routine of being served through sex, hunts, and other sick pleasures was beginning to bore his mind. Someone please end the goddamn screams in his head. End it. 'You’re a true leader, Toran. You're unbeatable. Always remember that. And if anyone crosses you, if they ever make you feel small, make them pay. Burn the whole world down if you have to… Because no one fucking crosses a Venis and goes scot-free.'

Massimo smirked, “The Trojan Covenant, forged from ashes — impressive. I can't help but to wonder. How much blood did it take to earn that throne?” Zeus’s gaze darkened, predatory calm settling like a loaded gun. “Enough to never forget the price,” he replied coolly. “And you, Mancuso. Whose shadow do you crawl out from? Tuxedo’s? Krueger’s? Was it something...closer from home?” Vittorio laughed, a soft, deliberate sound meant to soothe — but it fooled no one. “Gentlemen, please. Tonight is about unity. We’re all just pieces on the same board, dancing for powers far above us.”

The Master of Furious Tiger Organization, Volker, and other disciples looked at each other, wondering what to do. "We... we have offended you, Lord. I hope that you will not lower yourself to our level, Lord," Volker said, looking at Lucas in shock. Lucas smiled, saying, "I'll say it again. Come here and let me kill you all." Volker furiously roared at Lucas, "Don't be too complacent. At worst, we'll fight to the death!" "Sigh." Lucas sighed, wondering why these ants didn't understand. "Ultimate Shadowy Sword!"

Uncle Grant grinned, his smile worth a billion dollars. I recline, attempting to relax, but the tension in my shoulders persists. I can't shake off the thoughts racing through my mind. "Isn't the Walsh family motto something like, 'let me play the lion too: I will roar’, or whatever A always says?" My younger cousin has a habit of reciting that Shakespeare quote from A Midsummer Night's Dream, and somehow it has become the unofficial rallying cry for the Walsh clan. "We have several mottos," Uncle Grant replies, finishing undressing and revealing his blue bathing suit. He joins us in the hot tub, settling closer to my dad, while Uncle Colton remains by my side.

“She is going to have quite the hard time with you two.” He glanced at me. “And you… especially you. Be sure to keep your head up, hm? The old witch deserves it for everything she’s done.” I looked at Triton. “You said before that I have the spine to set myself free. What did you mean by that? Considering everything else you said, you make it sound like there’s… some sort of war coming, but I… I’m not…” I looked down at the anchor. “I don’t even know if I’ll make it to t-twenty-five, let alone be strong enough to—“

“Opps! Wait. Volter, please tell your pets I’m not their enemy so don’t mess up with me if they still want to live.” I’m referring to the vampires I’ve fought earlier. “Huh? He wants you back to your house?” Trina’s shocked reaction when I said what we talked about. “Why not? Right, Syrie?” Vernon said sitting on the sofa. I ignored them because my mind is tired of thinking about Volter’s offer while on a seat facing the two. “But we know Volter, he’s the kind of vampire who loves to be always the one on top and doesn’t want to be outdone. Are you sure that when you get back there, everything will be loose and well?” Trina’s opinion.

Quinton hesitated, but soon remembered that he would not survive without treatment in his current condition and decided that he might as well take the risk as Leon might be able to cure him. "Stop it, the two of you. I trust Mister Wolf!" Quinton said with determination, before swallowing all five of the Energy Nurturing Pills. "Mister Hunt," worried, one of the bodyguards glared at Leon and said, "Brat, I'm warning you. If something happens to Mister Hunt, we will make you pay for it!" "Enough! Don't disrespect Mister Wolf!" Quinton roared. The bodyguards silenced with resignation. "It's okay. I'm going to stay right here and Mister Hunt will be just fine."

“Vulcan. He demands your presence immediately.” Rylan's jaw muscle twitched. He detested being called upon like a servant, particularly at night. He wasn't willing to lose, though, because defying Vulcan was a risky game. With a deep sigh, he responded. “Fine. I'll go see the old man before he starts throwing tantrums.” Tristan grinned. “Why not say it to his face.” Rylan glared at him and Tristan held his hands up. “ It's a joke.” Then he left immediately and Rylan stood for a moment. He was actually heading for his room to retire for the night.

I called and stood up from my place. He let go of the doorknob and turned towards me. "Do you still remember what mum used to tell every time we both fought?" I asked in a low tone walking towards him slowly. "Don't leave each other's side for the negative emotions that can't be seen," Martin replied the quote mum used to tell always. "Brothers won't leave each other, they fight with each other," I said with a teardrop rolling down my left cheek. Martin gave a soft chuckle and hugged me tightly.

“This is your last chance. Tell me, Triton — what is in this vial? Who are you working with? Answer and I’ll spare the lives of the remaining shadow wolves.” “Do you think I care about the shadow wolves?” Triton struggled to his feet, using his claws to push himself off the blood-soaked earth. His laughter came again, though weaker now, but no less defiant. “You’ll never know, Aphael. My mouth remains shut.”