Voltron Shiro Novels & Stories

“But we can’t! We’ll be exposing ourselves. If they find out we’re here—” “We’re not leaving a child to suffer! Not when we can help!” he replied fiercely. Tears streamed down Aqua’s cheeks as she witnessed her mother’s resolve begin to crack. “We can’t fight them alone, Leon. It’s too dangerous!” As the figures continued their dark ritual, Aqua felt her mother’s fear and her father’s determination intertwining, creating a tempest of emotion that resonated deep within her. Just when Aqua thought they would intervene, the scene shifted again.

I must admit, Eren is a sexy badass on that monster. He dashes forward as if he will crush me and in reflex, I swiftly step back. But he stops in front of me and slides up his tinted visor so that I can see the upper part of his face. He tends me the helmet similar to his, except this one is in white colour.

"No worries, I only need them to see." They smile at me and the boy who said I'm pretty adds, "She's funny, Uncle Ashrac." If only Ashrac had his sensitivity. "And who are you?" I ask. He steps forward with a glowing look. "I'm Botan of the Purple Dragon Clan and I'm four." He turns slightly and places his small hand on his brother's arm. "This is Rotan of the Purple Dragon Clan and he's four too." Rotan brushes off the brotherly hand. "She knows that, dummy."

He was a blur of teeth and silver-scarred power, moving with a deadly grace that ignored the chaotic magic above. He was protecting the woman at the center of it all. The iron gates of the inner sanctuary bent. Gamma Torvin walked through the smoke, with two of Volkov's Augmented Shifters by his side – wolves whose natural strength had been boosted by chemicals, and whose eyes glowed with an unhealthy, artificial red. Torvin looked up at the towering Shadow Wolf, his face a mix of horror and awe. The prophecy... it's real. Volkov was right. It's amazing.

Xavier held her back rubbing his hands and slipping to her waist. Anger surged within me, “You'll never get away with this." They laughed. "Oh, but we already are." I felt immense power surging within me, one which I had never felt almost like I was about to explode. Nyx growled my claws springing out. Their gaze dropped. “Xavier, what is happening?” Veronica asked in fear. “Go!” He yells out to Veronica. Their words made me angrier as I pulled harder on the ropes, the strange feeling getting more intense.

said Crimson to Violet. "I took it to the precinct." They turned to find that the woman was no longer on the ground. "Crimson, look out!" Violet cried before shoving him to the side and Crimson watched while his female counterpart got blasted by a bolt of lightning that was intended for him. Her body suddenly burst into a wave of purple light. "Violet, no!" Crimson dashed to where she had been standing but there was nothing there except for the purple haze that still glowed from the aftermath of the blast.

His eyes glowing from blue to gold in an instant. ‘Dragon shifters are very protective of their mates, especially royal ones, and they would snap your neck if you dare pose as a threat to their mates,’ Valkerie explained and I touched Hunter’s arm. I mindlink him to back off or at least take it easy but he doesn’t budge and he refuses to back down. I sighed. Stubborn Hunter as always. Syria stood up and touched Brock shoulder, doing the same thing I did to try and calm her mate down. Only hers worked, and Brock’s eyes turned back to normal almost easily.

he yelled at us throwing the files he was holding at us and I peeped to glance at the picture on it. Rainal O'Brien? I've never seen is picture but he is quite handsome and hot. I was able to identify it because his name is boldly written under it. "He is the drug Lord and we can't just let him see our weakness just because everyone think he is dangerous" "Vendetta this is your next Mission"he said and my eye widened. "But sir" "Aren't you capable anymore just because you know he is powerful"he fired and I swallow my words.

His eyes narrowed. “You know what your problem is?” “I’m sure you’re dying to tell me.” “You think surviving here makes you special, but you're not” he said. I stared at him. "And you think serving monsters makes you important, but it doesn't” I replied. There was silence then suddenly Tristan stood. The movement was quick enough to make my pulse jump slightly. He walked toward me slowly, dangerously calm. “You should be careful, Liora.” I refused to back away. “Why?”

I froze. The dim lighting cast shadows across his body, highlighting the sharp definition of his muscles. His broad shoulders, the ridges of his toned back, the deep cut of his abs, everything about him screamed strength, power. He was built like a warrior, every inch of him honed from years of discipline. I swallowed hard and looked away, pretending to be interested in the pattern on the wall. Nope. Not looking. Absolutely not. But then he moved again, his hands going to his belt, and I made the mistake of glancing up.