Voltron Slav Novels & Stories

Raphael finally understood what happened after he took that dark energy inside. The dark energy was so intense, that before he could know what was happening, that energy took over his mind and body and started controlling his actions. That's why he couldn't recognize Valerie or Hector or anyone else. He was pushed into a corner of his mind and the dark energy took over. Just like when he gives control to his dragon, this time the dark energy took control. 'Hydra, are you alright?' he asked his dragon. 'Fine? If being trampled over by that dark thing is being fine, then I am fine. If not, then I am not Fine. That thing is scary ' Hydra muttered with annoyance.

The slaves were fueled by their anger and hatred towards their former captors, and they were eager to take revenge on the Redwoods pack. Cora and Tristan had a plan to infiltrate the Redwoods pack and gather information about their weaknesses. They knew that they needed to be careful and strategic in their approach, as any misstep could mean disaster for their together,They had train to become more stronger.They had creat a strong bond between themselves and the other captives slave from different pack . Their training is always fuel by their anger and determination,mixed with their passion for revenge and all.

Weird guy. He growled for being removed from his favorite toy. “You are my slave. I own you. You are in this kingdom, alive and kicking because of my mercy. I bought you, to save you, so yes, you are my slave.” “You piece of shit!” she gritted her teeth. “I will ask Tova to buy me off from you. I am sure he can!” “No he can’t,” growled Ludwig as he stared at her bikini. “He won’t be able to pay all the interest that has accrued over the time.”

Not Luther’s men, they don't look like it. “Can you shift?” I ask Sylvaine. “We might need to”, I add. “I’m a wolf Serena”, Sylvaine mutters out of breath. I freeze, the energy hits me like a stormwave, making my heart feel hot. I feel him. Tristan. A dozen Nytheran soldiers spill into the clearing, their dark armor catching the moonlight. Luther’s forces skid to a stop behind her. For one breathless moment, we stand between them, one army at our back, one at our front.

I swallowed, and all the courage I had vanished. “ Let me go." I begged, getting on my knees. But I knew it wasn't going to work. And the evil laugh he had just let out at me proved it even more. Prey to fear, my thin legs trembled, my pain intensified, and my eyes widened with horror. My whole soul was in turmoil, and reality was in front of me. I was going to become a thing. A slave... And my master, my master, was surely going to make me regret every second of coming into the world.

Varet said. “Varet!” Slamet manifested a hand ax from his hand and swung it to Varet. Varet just dodged it easily. No matter how many times Slamet swung it, Varet could dodge it easily. Slamet started to be exhausted after swinging his hand ax for a while. “Is it over already?” Varet cast a thunder from his index finger paralyzing Slamet. “Too late 100.000 years to defeat me Slamet.” He said. “Varet! Why?!”

Said Cornelio. “Yes, sir!” said both of them. “…! I really don’t like used to it …!” said Cornelio slowly. Squad 44 believe if this plan will lead them to the end of the battle. “Ah, right. Here is something to help you in front line.” Said Cornelio. Cornelio call up one of his Aero-drone and gave them a useful item to each front line Herrscher. “This is …” said the SLT-class. “Yes, that’s SLT-Toner.” Said Cornelio.

She remembered more of that day than anything else about her father, which was kind of messed up but nothing she could remedy. At that time, the assassins from the Vulcanus Clan had transformed the Grand Hall into a sea of fire. The fire-tamers themselves looked like demons in her child eyes. Indeed, rumor had it that the Slayers had traded their souls for power and their bodies were no more than lifeless puppets for the demons to manipulate. But they were still identifiable through the traditional red garb of the Clan of Vulcanus, complete with the “mempo” or faceplate that covered their faces from the nose down to the chin. Those faceplates were made of both iron and leather with a lacquer

"The slave would’ve completely lost her limbs. You in your beast form, can regenerate what you’ve lost in just a few hours. But she’s human. She has no such ability.” “...didn’t both human sacrifices commit the same mistake?” Villion added. “So why should only the slave suffer such a brutal punishment?” I noticed the moment Villion turned his gaze toward Flora. And she instinctively retreated behind Ragnar, hiding behind him would make Villion’s eyes disappear. She gripped his coat like it was the only thing shielding her from danger, burying herself behind his large frame. “I don’t issue punishment in that manner,” Villion said formally. “You’re free to sever the slave’s arm... if I’m allow

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.