Voltron Shiro Novels & Stories

"Attackkkk!" Everything after that moment happened in a blur. The enemy blindly opened fire, they rained silver bullets on us, ready to kill. Asher fully transformed into Blaze; he was a true beast standing at 6 feet; being a lycan, he could walk on two legs. Picking up an assassin Asher tore his body into two halves with his sharp claws as if it was made from cardboard and not flesh and blood. Visceral snarls, groans and loud growls filled the air as men and wolves collided and then bloodshed began.

He fought down a smile. Liv's breaths came quickly as her eyes locked on his body. He had muscles she hadn't even known existed. He was like a marble sculpture, all hard planes and valleys, veins popping out from his extraordinary muscles. When his thumbs tugged down his briefs, her breath caught in anticipation, but he shifted before Liv could even get a glance at what was under the black cloth. She jerked in surprise. Between one blink and the next, he'd gone from a muscled Viking warrior to a huge, white wolf. He was so large she thought he looked like one of the Dire wolves from Game of Thrones.

A visible fear was present in his eyes and he shook in his boots. He’s perfect. I moved faster than light. My claws elongated and I made slashes on his chest. The boy groaned in pain and several gasps filled the room and a roar was heard from Callum. “What the hell did you do?” And just as fast as I launched my first attack. I placed my palm on his chest and a blue hue surrounded the wounded area. Power flowed from my body to his. The ray of blue light faded and when I pulled my palm away from him the wound that once oozed with blood was non existent and the warriors of the Moon Crescent pack were now aware of the power I possess.

Big intimidating man looked like he was ready to shoot his head off if he heard another second of it. One of the three seemed like the more calm one. He was still looking like a lunatic. But a calmer lunatic. He had the same ice blue eyes as Luciano. His dark hair was slicked back and he seemed pretty muscular. He looked like he had gears turning in his head at all times, always thinking. I'm calling him... calm lunatic.

“I can’t believe that you recognize them. But yes, you’re right it’s them, your beloved team. Who knew that they would make the perfect bodyguard?” I was breathing heavily from anger. At Ylgarr’s side lay the fully exposed first piece of the triton.- the Fork. Three golden spearlike shapes protruded from a single rod. The middle spear was longer than the other two and has this seemingly serpentine kind of pattern running along with it. I grabbed it from the ground and once again felt the familiar connection that I have with it. My strength, spirit, and powers felt amplified upon the contact. A cough broke me from my thoughts only to see that Ylgarr tried to escape from me while I was distrac

The eyes were burning red and the wolf have a blasting roar and he wanted to stand up again but couldn't. As he tried roaring, he roared from his sleep and woke up with a start. Lukas Briston was breathing heavily. His chest was moving up and down and he was covered in sweat. "Who was that" he asked. But no one was there to give him an answer. His sleep disappeared and he raised himself to sit. An enemy has confronted and defeated him? Who was stronger than him that was capable of Killing him? Besides the Lycan Alpha, no other Alpha was capable of defeating him in his present strength. And as for the Lycan Alpha, they were distant friends.

He didn't throw a punch; he simply drove his open palm forward, unleashing the residual kinetic pressure stored in the relic's lattice. The resulting shockwave didn't just warp the air—it shattered the rain. A massive, concussive wall of invisible force slammed into the enforcer phalanx with the speed of a freight train. Riot shields splintered like cheap glass. Heavily armored soldiers were lifted completely off their feet, thrown backward into the concrete pillars and supply crates like discarded toys. The path to the VTOL was instantly cleared. "Move! Move! Move!" Torin roared, laying down a burst of suppressive fire into the catwalks above to keep any remaining snipers pinned down.

He was pulling the sky. Torin grew to a towering nine feet. His fur wasn't the standard Vanguard silver-gray. It was blindingly white, glowing with a soft, ethereal luminescence that cast pale shadows across the roof. His musculature was leaner, sharper, and aggressively aerodynamic. The heavy, spiked magma-iron plating that usually formed over his joints was replaced by smooth, translucent crests of crystalline bone. He hit the roof of the Spire. There was no deafening thud. There was no cracked basalt.