Voltron Slav Novels & Stories

Tristan walked down the ramp. He did not look like a Prince of the Empire, nor did he look like the ragged exile he had been for months. His black tactical coat snapped in the canyon wind. His dark hair was messy, matted with sweat and soot. Blood stained the collar of his shirt from his earlier fights, and his icy blue eyes burned with a terrifying, absolute clarity. He was the Viper. The architect of the Empire's ruin. At his right shoulder walked Saoirse. The silver-haired Dragon of Aethelgard moved with predatory grace, her hand resting lightly on the hilt of her estoc. The air around her actually rippled, distorting the light with the sheer, barely-contained thermal pressure she radiate

Lucien shouts, his massive frame shifting into a partial lupine form as he drops from the overhead iron walkway, his claws tearing through two rival sentries before they can even raise their weapons. "Clear the southern wall!" Draven Volkov barks, his golden eyes glowing through the thick, rolling smoke as he unleashes a barrage of feral slashes, cutting down the Northern Dominion enforcers who try to advance on my position. "They are trying to box the Omega in!" "Not on my watch," Zane growls, his jaws snapping shut on an attacker's throat, spraying dark crimson across the floorboards near my head.

(Zorya) “Pretty!” He rumbled in a thick voice; his grip tightened on my chin. His scent was luxurious and smoky—the lust in his wandering eyes put me at unease. “From today onwards, you are my slave. Take her to the Sunken Pit,” he quietly said and straightened. His rich, muted plum-shaded coat stretched against his muscled body. Bold and luxurious, making him stand out. He pulled it down, smoothing it out.

With the Immemorial Demonic Slash, three thousand demonic phantoms were sent forth and shot downward. Broom! All of a sudden, a frightening explosion was heard. Both Sergio and Sylvester were thunderstruck. Despite cracking their heads, they could not comprehend how Lucas had such a powerful combat ability. Just when Sylvester was about to make a move, a saber appeared in front of his neck. With just a little push, Sylvester would die. "This…" Sergio was stunned. He was a Rank 9 Evolved One, but he had failed to react to it.

The blast of arousal that floods my panties had me momentarily stunned before the words he spoke slowly started to sink in. Did he just call me his slave? Anger burns away any lingering arousal that is left behind from the drop dead gorgeous vampire, causing me to see red when I turn to look at him. “I am not a slave.” I tell him, giving him my best glare that I can come up with. There is no way that I am going to allow this drop dead gorgeous, well…dead guy…take me back to his home to become his slave. I thought he was there to save me from being sold as a vampire’s slave, not take me home to be his own. There has to be something I can do to get out of this situation that I have found mysel

That is what I want her to be like for the rest of her life. A slave should always be a slave she can't try defending herself from someone like me oh no! If she leads me to be my slave forever I won't be messing with her again. If not I will spoil her image here and she will be ruined. I will make sure she doesn't see a spouse for herself and that everyone hates her. "Vivian Lively." As I was happy I heard my name so I checked who called me. It was Neil. He was carrying a long face with hatred on it.

She looked just as pale as the rest of them but there was an aura of dominance she gave off. If looks could kill, Lucy would have been six feet with the looks she was getting, and just like her venomous look, her voice also mirrored the same stance as she started to speak before they could even open the door. “Guess the rumors are true Damien, you really did take a slave.”

'Whatever it is, it's worth it,' Tom reasoned. He had come to terms with the fact he was never going to get out of the platinum league on Day of Dragons. It wasn't that he was bad or under-geared, he just couldn't find a teammate good enough to boost him on his journey to Diamond. He didn't think it would ever happen... until he met Adrian. Adrian logged on and played his character, boosted by his champion ranked friend, playing his 5 daily games, and winning every single one with ease. In return, all Tom had to do was follow Adrian's orders—orders that he found weird, bordering on creepy.

My breath got stuck in my throat when he got in beside me. His jaw was set. Lips set into a grim line. And his eyes? They rivalled the worst thunderstorms. I had to be in a car with him for lord knows how long. I didn’t want to be there. Another man I have only seen from afar got into the front seat. He didn’t turn around to face us but when they started talking, I realised who he was, The Wolf Slayer’s Beta. I didn’t know how name either just that he was as horrible as his alpha. Also a pureblood lycan that had way too much power.

Valentino wiped the blood from his mouth with the back of his hand and let out a bitter laugh that echoed across the water. “I have every right to do whatever the hell I want with what’s mine!” he shouted back, playing his role perfectly. “I’m a Drakvolk too, whether you like it or not! You can’t just fire me or erase me from existence. You’re all just scared because I’m the only one brave enough to speak the truth.” Vincenzo’s expression hardened. “Your madness gets worse every day. You need serious help, not to be standing here among sane people.”