Voltron Slav Novels & Stories

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.”

"Take her." Selene stood up slowly but didn’t back down. When the men stepped in, she placed herself in front of Lyria, growling. "Not without my sister!" she shouted. "I’M NOT GOING WITHOUT HER!" "Don’t you dare defy me, slave," the Alpha warned, his eyes flashing. "You belong to me now." The soldiers were stunned. Anyone else who had shouted like that at the Alpha would’ve had their tongue ripped out. So why wasn’t Anton doing anything?

Viper and a Ravaged scout moved in a pincer maneuver, distracting the beast's many eyes, while Mako and Rat used their bulk to anchor its massive tail. But our claws and teeth were doing nothing. The Chimera’s hide was too thick, the oily skin sliding away from our strikes. It swiped a massive, clawed limb, sending Cane sprawling into the limestone. "The cases!" Torin roared, shifting back to human form for a split second. "The gear! Use it!" He didn't wait for permission. Torin kicked open the matte-black Thorne case. He grabbed a Sonic Disruptor in one hand and a Flash-Freeze canister in the other. He didn't know the technical specs, but he knew what "Off-Switch" meant.

There hasn't been a rider born in half a century, and even before, there was only one that ruled Astoria. How could I destroy her now? Her being half human, and Astoria’s vow made this complicated. “Now what indeed.” I sighed out loud. The best thing I could do was keep her in sight and make sure she didn’t realize her powers. Snuff it out before she did. I had Max. He was the most knowledgeable in werewolf law. He could help me. “I want—what’s the thing's name—? “Jezebel.” “I want Jezebel to come live with me. She will stay under my clan, as my ward.”

I would agree with anything this man said right now—that gives me as much anxiety as excitement. "Of course, I don't mind being a slave!" I blurt out. Satisfaction seems to roll off Azrael's tongue when he chuckles darkly into my ear. He then leans closer, whispering into it. "Good, because I have another job for you," I'm having palpitations. "And what is that?"

“Now what you’ve all seen is our latest invention, the new Bolt Advanced Two-point-O. An electric shocking device, used for advanced slave training.” Ah’s and ooh’s rumbled around me, but I could barely hear them over the blood beating in my ears. Not only did these bastards participate in human trafficking and smuggling, but they also used illegal instruments of torture. I was certain such things were prohibited, according to the peace treaty. Of course, they didn’t care. “Marvelous,” whispered a vampire from beside me. “Why, this could come in handy with those…difficult ones.” “I know I could certainly use it to tame my new arrivals,” said another.

Torvar blurted on my face, seething in anger, " You are so desperate to save your dear pack member, aren't you? Fine! Come with me, Ashina! Tomorrow, the annual party of the Mafias, you will represent yourself as the slave of Red Moon Wolves. Tell me, do you agree? Not Luna or mate but a sex slave of Torvar Kessler! Do you still want to save her now?"

’ I smiled gratefully at him before focusing my attention on the Leviathan before us that we were following. “Looks like we’re getting closer, sis. Helighor looks like he’s slowing down.” Byron observed and stood at my other side. “Oh, they there um…Duke?” He greeted the turtle metahuman. “It’s Falco.” I corrected him as Skyr, and I got up to prepare ourselves. The tip of the Triton rested on my belt and around the familiar white Atlantean battlesuit that they got for me. The others wore the same uniform and helmet to keep us connected in battle.

“There is no time, Your Majesty. The more we delay the more damage she can cause to…” “I do not understand how a human slave can cause much damage to an entire pack of werewolves,” I wanted to see how he was going to explain this away. “Your Majesty, her mother changed the…” “But yours was not affected. I do not think she can drug the minds of werewolves,” I argued. “It might be disastrous to underestimate her. She is resourceful and…” “You can search for her but must do it without raising alarm. Theophilus is to be married very soon and the pack is still mourning Lord Salmon. A human slave should not shift the attention of the pack,” I said in a firm voice.

She was beginning to feel like she had won the game, and I hated the victorious smile on her face. "My wolf may want you doesn't mean I do. I control my wolf, I have right over its actions, so don't think it wanting you is a game win. I can decide whether or not it should feel for you, because I'll definitely make it see you as the worst thing that can ever happen to it." "So, what's taking you longer to do it?" She spoke. "You keep giving reasons why you don't want to reject me." "I already gave you more than enough reasons why, and I don't expect you to hear more from me. You will remain in this pack as my slave, and you will keep serving me until I make Jennifer my queen. Until then, you