Voltron Ships Novels & Stories

My vision blurred as my chest spasmed, my lips trying to breathe in air that was not there and my hands clamped around my arms, dragging me higher. My head broke the surface right as I sucked in what had nearly been the final breath I’d ever take. “I told you to get back in the water, not light the whole cursed fleet on fire!”I was in no position to protest, simply to swallow breaths as Tristan tugged me away from shore. “It’s working,” Tristan replied, the stubble of his chin brushing against my cheek. “They’re retreating to save the ships. Look. He was right. Warriors rushed out of Heartland, swords sheathed in favor of buckets, the dozens of soldiers working in furious synchrony to recove

There's no going back. Furious and protective, yet blazing with finality, Damien looked directly into my eyes. "We finish this... together." Coming Near the Castle An enormous, fortress-like command ship, half battleship, half floating military base, rose out of the swirling turmoil of the storm as Natalia's mobile fortress. Under the flashing lightning, her armored hull shone brightly, and its tall command tower rose like a knife piercing the sky. Like predators circling their prey, combat drones patrolled the enormous top deck, while heavy artillery platforms monitored the storm-tossed water with deadly accuracy.

“A railgun strike could rupture the hull.” “Then you better hope your pilot is as good as you said he was, Victor,” I snarled. “Because I’m not playing chess anymore. I’m flipping the board.” I watched the tactical overlay as the Valkyrie ship surged forward, the massive engines humming with a predatory vibration. On the secondary screen, I saw Ocean’s scout bird lift off, a tiny speck of defiance heading toward the massive freighter. My world was splitting in two directions, and for the first time in my life, I wasn't sure if I could bridge the gap.

These weren’t mere transports—they were the pinnacle of Aeternum aviation: Wyvern-Class VTOL Gunships, fitted with auto-cannon arrays, flak turrets, and support drones. Below, the first battalion moved out via rail convoys and armored vehicles, weaving through the newly connected UNA rail system—a symbolic and tactical boon. As ordered by President Mies himself, full air support was authorized. This was no longer just about protecting three nations. It was about ensuring trust in the Peacekeeper Force—and preserving the honor of UNA’s vision. Inside the lead gunship, Eliza strapped in, her eyes never leaving the digital combat map. “Ma’am,” her adjutant called from the rear. “Drevska officia

and for that you will need a crew. Trevor: Wait, I will need papers... clearances. Bob: I have that covered; you just need to sign on the dotted line. Bob hands Trevor a file-case. The case contains two things; a blueprint for a star-carrier type ship, and a ship's core log. Bob: I am hiding The ITALICA in that... you name her using the core log. Trevor: Six subparts that hide a battle cruiser... detachable and can fly alone when needed.

Which made me remember that I forgot to mention one important thing. “Watson, Ylgarr, and our team have different purposes for building the triton. They plan to use it to completely wipe out the seal on Silisk while we plan to use it in order to strengthen the cage that he is in.” Byron informed him. “I’m not really sure if he can wield the triton even if he manages to build it by himself, but I don’t think that this is the time for us to be taking any chances.”

"But we can 'Shield' the planet. Leo, look at the other golden ships. They’re still in the 'Grid-Pattern'. If we can 'Synchronize' their probability-fields, we can create a 'Global-Eclipse'. We can wrap the Earth in a 'Void-Shell' that blocks the red radiation." ​"But the ships are automated," Maya reminded them, her golden shield flickering as the red light from the sun began to eat at the deck-plates. "The Architects are 'De-Stabilized'. There’s no one left to fly them." ​Leo looked at the ten thousand "New-Wolves" who had boarded the ship with him. They were terrified, their primitive instincts screaming at the sight of the bleeding sun. But they were "Linked." ​"We fly them," Leo said.

He needed to get ready for their trip, he planned to make sure he had everything known in the seven seas in order to make sure that he is prepared for a war he knows will happen when they get to Olympus. Triton's office: Triton unlocked his private safe and pulled out the only picture he had of his first mate and their daughter. She had already passed away in the picture he took, but he wanted something to show Oceana when she was older and could handle seeing her mother protecting her even in death. A tear rolled down his eyes as he looked at the picture. “I'm so sorry that, I couldn't protect our daughter the way you did making sure she was safe even as you took your last breath. I promise

Logan's suspicion was palpable, prompting Jock to retract his clairvoyance. 'That guy is something else!' Observing Logan on the ship's surveillance footage, Jock noticed a subtle smile playing on the edge of Logan's lips. "What is he trying to do?" Jock pondered this as an alarm blared inside the ship. "What's the status?" A super spaceship, constructed with biomaterials, operated with pre-warning systems, akin to a God Grader. The triggered alarm indicated imminent danger. Jock hastily pressed a few buttons. "Ship detection system engaged. Raised to Nightmare Level. Ship offensive system engaged. Charging… Charging complete… Ready to fire!"

On the screen, Mila could be seen helplessly holding onto her fearful classmate’s hands, trying her best to calm her friend as well as herself. Before either of them could even calm themselves, a massive spaceship—made of bronze—suddenly emerged from the depths of the ocean, sending millions of waves rolling! All it took was a single glance for Gerald to recognize the large spaceship. It… It was the spaceship belonging to the Sun League…! Watching as the spaceship swallowed Mila and the rest of her ship up before descending below the waves again, Gerald found himself barely able to hold himself back. He desperately wanted to rush over and save her, even if he knew that there was little chanc