Voltron Slav Novels & Stories

The seer fired back making everyone laugh. “Trolls are not violent dear seer, they are the same as your kind, they are not violent, but it doesn’t mean that there won’t be any rotten potatoes in a sack. Like you.” The troll elder fired back as well but before the seer could say anything else Tia chanted a spell and sealed his mouth. “You should have done that a long time ago.” The troll elder said to Tia.

Xavier and I chorused, and exchanged glances at each other. "Stone? What do you mean by she's not just a mere slave to you? If she's not a slave to you, what then is she?" Xavier whispered, and I turned my gaze away. "Why is this slave important to you both? It's understandable that this stupid Xavier has feelings for her, but what about you, Stone? Are you also in love with her?" Lord Xeus asked, and I rolled my eyes at him. "With all due respect Xeus, give the slave back to me. She's my slave, and I don't think you have any right to kidnap her without my permission. You dare not!" I growled at him, and he snorted.

’ The clear voice in my mind mumbles to me. I break out of the trance and light appears back, the darkness disappearing from around me. I don’t stumble back in shock this time. I hold my ground even if I realise what I had done. “ No one — No one can enslave me anymore. But if I want… ” I hiss, my eyes still burning up with the electric blue colour. “ I can make YOU my slave. ” My voice drops down a few octaves. Viktor blinks his eyes, a frown settling between his eyebrows. He sighs and hangs his head low before storming out of the room.

I stuttered, this made his lips twitch up with a smile. “Then you don’t know how to fight, the Voltraks can’t not be defeated with fangs and claws alone, they are strong and their skins are tough to rip out.” He said, making me take mental note of what he is saying. But it made me wonder, each creature have their weaknesses, like Werewolves are affected by silver, Umbravores are affected by natural water and so on. “What can possibly kill a voltrak?.” “There are many things that can but two are most deadly— Soulbind Arrow—An enchanted arrow tipped with silver and cursed runes.When it pierces the Voltrak, it binds their soul to the realm of shadows, destroying them.” He murmured, pulling out

Hilarion invited with eager eyes. Snow White looked at each of them. The seven Titans were so different. Vanguard was decisive and commanding. Grimm was fierce. Hilarion was bright. Storm wore glasses and had an elegant air—Vanguard mentioned he was a doctor. Slake always looked sleepy but was their best hunter. Bane looked terrifying with his tattoos but had a kind smile. And the youngest, Draven, was the quietest. They were all massive, muscular, and ready to protect her. "Princess..."

They emerged onto a grated balcony overlooking a massive, sunken concrete combat pit. Down in the sand, the fight had just ended. Standing victorious over the twitching, sparked-out remains of a heavy combat cyborg was a woman who looked like she had been forged in a volcano. She was a Kroltan—standing nearly seven feet tall, her skin a deep, hardened crimson laced with natural, jagged bio-armor plating. She dropped a massive, blood-stained kinetic hammer onto the sand, raising her heavily scarred arms as the crowd screamed her name.

"In my world, he is a Shadow Knight. He bound his soul to mine." "Mine is an Enforcer," Mafia Vespera said. "Takes a bullet without blinking." "Mine is a Cyborg," Cyberpunk Vespera added. "Titanium chassis. Heavy artillery." They all looked at Cyprian. "It seems," Modern Vespera said, raising her glass, "that in every universe, we have excellent taste." "To the Wolf," Vesper toasted. "To the Wolf," they echoed. Cyprian hid his face in his hands. "I need more scotch."

BOOOOM! The five hundred year old pure Chi energy shield shattered into smithereens in three seconds under the onslaught of Chloe Vanguard's trillion dollar capitalist capital. Hundreds of Obsidian Fang hybrids, now fully funded by Vanguard, barged in with thousands of elite troops of pure European wolves led directly by pure Alexander Sterling!

“But you have done a great service. You opened the door. Now we can pass through to the other side. We can fight with you. We can use your weapons for a while. The Wulfstan are doing it already, rabid dogs! They discovered the door first; this is why they have guns. But they are fools, their heads hollowed out by their mad leader, their ranks crawling with traitors! Their guns will fail and when they do, we will be so much stronger because what we take from your side is not metal but spirit. Your courage will power our factories, your purity will build our cities, your dedication will feed our workers, and your blood will be our Light.” Svetlana felt tears gathering behind her eyes. That was

“I trust you know what to expect?” “THE ENEMY DEAD.” The entire team had unleashed a synchronized battle cry. “At ease, Voltiirs. As perked up as a drunk on spice cake are we?” The Captain cracked a joke, Froster was still human enough to recognize the reference. But he didn’t find it funny, and neither did the squad.