Voltron Slav Novels & Stories

If she stayed even one day more, any chance she had left to reclaim her life, to do something for herself, to live, to crawl out of this terrible hole she’d lowered herself into all on her own, would disappear into the big black smoke-filled vortex that was Andrey Romanoff. He would buy more things and sell others, make millions and destroy lives at a whim, hers included. And she would carry on catering to him, jumping to do his bidding and smoothing the path before him, anticipating his every need and losing herself, bit by bit and inch by inch, until she was nothing more than a pleasant-looking, serene-voiced husk. A robot under his command… Slave to feelings he would never, could never re

“The Unnamed, have already started making moves, taking children, but Míriel’s handling that already. Ambeër, on the other hand is amassing a large army to take the earth. A miniature model of the solar system appeared, showing the movement of all the planets. Tony picked up Jupiter and enlarged it. Willow and the others gasped. On the surface, and all around Jupiter, was billions of winged creatures. The red spot of Jupiter was filled with a swirling mass of creatures that flew around, very busy. “Yeah, it bad. Orion is keeping watch on them right now, cause we don’t know when they will attack, but we know that they will.” He dropped Jupiter, and the model disappeared. “One more thing I hav

said Vulcan as he wiped his tears. “It's just that the title of dragon slayer is a bit of a lump in my heart. Honestly, I wouldn't say I like Radcliff's title as a dragon slayer. I don't want us to become enemies with non-human beings. We are a mixture of the fire salamander youkai, and humans. We are fire human-beasts. How could our son get the title of dragon slayer? It is a title that deeply insults the majesty of the dragon,” said Anala anxiously. “Anala, stop it. We're not alone,” said Vulcan, warning as he glanced at Albus.

“You promise me a home after you have your heir, and that you’ll never hurt me, or use that… that power on me. And I will give you everything you’ve asked. If I don’t, well… it sounds like I’d be dead anyway.” He was still gaping, but as if he’d caught himself doing it, his eyes suddenly hooded and his mouth snapped shut. “That you would,” he muttered. I nodded. “So… what do you have to lose?” ***** ~ CASIMIR ~ It was a fascinating proposal. The moment she’d said she’d give herself to me willingly, my cock had twitched. Then, when she named herself a slave… my power surged. Even now, it raged in my veins as if it could reach through my skin to take her.

As we walked further ahead, we arrived at their home. Many of the houses the serpent clan had left behind had been blown down by sandstorms, leaving only a few broken-down structures. In one courtyard, an old beastman with a broken leg was dragging himself around, stirring something in a pot. Nearby came the sharp, abusive voice of a beastwoman—the same withered one from before. The old beastman seemed fed up with listening to her. He grabbed a fire poker and swung it at her, and she fought back just as fiercely.

she asks my brother, leaving my gracious hand hanging. “He is your master. You don’t ask before carrying his orders.” Vladimir adjusts the long sleeves of his shirt, giving attention to Kane and Zoran. “We return to Virethorn now. Drago will take care of the slave.” His marvelous declaration settles in the atmosphere on his way out. Like loyal bulls, Kane and Zoran follow. I smile, my heart circling to a classic happy melody. Vladimir can’t fight. I am pleased he knows it.

My influence stretches across countless packs, including the Dark Moon Pack, the very pack that had humiliated my bloodline. They do not know what is coming. My soldiers are merciless, carrying out my commands without hesitation. Tonight, they will deliver a gift, one I will savor like the finest wine. That pack, once untouchable in its arrogance, will learn the true meaning of fear. Every betrayal, every whisper of treachery, every scar I carry from that night will gather in this moment. When the dust settles, when the screams echo no more, I will stand above it all as Alpha Kael Vorthrane, unbroken, untouchable and unstoppable.

Veronica struggled in shock, shouting, “A-Alpha Draven, she’s just a slave in the Dark Fang Pack, not even a maid! She can’t ride with you. I’m the Alpha’s daughter, let me—” “She sure can now. Because she’s mine, and she’s a thousand times more precious than you, a small pack’s Alpha’s daughter.” Draven looked at her coldly through the window. “Confiscate her car. Let her walk to the Full Moon pack,” he ordered the soldiers with a sneer. “Let’s see if the Alpha’s daughter can make it to Full Moon Pack on her feet before registration ends.” The window rolled up, shutting out Veronica’s screams. “We’ll arrive today,” Draven said, stroking my hair. “Excited?”

he asked, his tone light and full of mirth but his eyes sharp and assessing under his heavy brows. "Actually, he is newly mated and doing well by all accounts." Brand tried to control the anger and sarcasm in his voice. This man would surely pay for his insolence. "I'm sure they'll have young in no time at all." Brand crossed his arms over his chest, flung his hair out of his eyes and stood to his full impressive height. He may not be the Alpha of his clan, despite his machinations, but he was still a Sköll warrior. He would not let anyone insult him, or his clan – no matter their rank. His wolf paced within him in indignation. It took an extreme act of will not to simply let the beast out t

In one swift motion, my butler steps into his path and slams the gate of my palace shut with a creaky but decisive boom. Casimir skids to a halt, his breathing heavy, golden eyes burning with fury as he looks around for another way out. Before he can make another run for it, Sanders' hand whips about like a coiled snake, making a grab for Casimir's arm. "Don't make me activate the shackles, boy," Sanders growls a threat when Casimir looks like he's going to struggle out of the butler's hold. With great reluctance, he didn't struggle. His chest rises and falls in sharp bursts, his lean muscles taut beneath the rough fabric of his slave's tunic. He's like a caged predator, ready to strike, tee