Novel & Cerita White Lion Voltron

Leon POV She told us what happened and by the end of it we were all sat with our mouths open. There was still so little we knew about white wolves. There used to be so many of them but they kept their abilities a secret. We knew they could heal the sick and injured but nothing about a pull to someone to heal them. “Where is he now? Why can’t Leon reach him?” Juvia spoke, seeming to draw the 3 of us back from relieved thoughts.

I smiled. "Alright pumpkin, I'll have to go now, be ready by 6pm" he said and ended the call. I breathe out. I pray the meeting goes well. Even I'm very sure his father won't like me. I'm an illegitimate child and also wolfless. How would he want a Wolfless girl as a Luna for his son. No alpha would allow that. Lunas are supposed to be strong and powerful in order to support the alpha in ruling the pack. No one wants a weak fellow standing behind their alpha.

"That's right, you're a human. How can you understand?" Venn immediately interjected Lily and her master's story: "Does master's power come from nature, plants?" Elias nodded to Venn, appreciating his understanding. Venn is just a werewolf hybrid, so their only strength is ten times stronger than normal humans, and agile movement only. Lily asked again: "So which wolf is the strongest among you?" Venn immediately replied: "It is a wolf that can control and absorb all things. In particular, only this wolf can control the air."

The crowd cheered harder than they did for the leopard. I exhaled slowly through my nose. Petra had never trained me for a winged lion. Nobody trained for winged lions because there were only a handful of people in the land who could shift into one. I had read about winged lion in a combat manual once. Aerial capable. Enhanced strength in both the forelimbs and the jaw. The wings functioned as both weapon and shield depending on how they were angled. I had no idea how to handle this beast. I was going to have to work this out as I went.

“You bled it. You enslaved it. That’s why the spirits scream when they pass your gates. That’s why they are pushing back now.” Velian’s eyes narrowed. “You’ve always been naive.” “No,” she said, “I just had enough of pretending.” She lifted her hand — and the air split. The spirit wolf roared off her back, finally emerging in full silhouette, not as mist or memory. It lunged, not at Velian, but at the floating thrones. And they shattered. Velian recoiled, blocking his face from the onslaught of gold and rune-stone that splattered down like rain.

Harmlessly crashing into the cliffside behind its intended target. "An anti-magic sword." He thought as he examined the large ruby blade. l "You're not bad kid. Pretty damn strong, if I don't say so myself." The lion spoke as he stood to his full height. "My name is White Mane! Leader of the Ruby lions." He then said, looking at Xolvion with keen interest. Xolvion didn't respond, instead, he walked over to Luna and placed a hand onto her shoulder as she had turned back into her human form.

“Leo’s loyalty was never with us. It was with Valen from the start. He’s a snake, and he’ll pay for what he’s done.” Dorian’s ears twitched at their words, but he didn’t turn around. He couldn’t afford distractions, not now. His warriors needed to see him as a leader, unbroken and undeterred. He exhaled slowly, forcing the pain from his wound to the back of his mind. The battlefield required focus, and focus he would give. As the first wave of Valen’s forces emerged from the mist, a low growl rumbled from Dorian’s chest. Wolves of varying sizes padded forward alongside humanoid soldiers, their eyes glowing red in the darkness. These weren’t ordinary wolves; they were vicious and deadly.

"Are you okay?" The White Lion helped his friend back to his feet. He provided energy support for Black Tiger to recover. "We must attack him together. It will be very difficult to attack him alone. Are you ready for that tactic?" Black Tiger stood back up. He signaled to the White Lion. "I understand. I am ready." The White Lion exhaled. He closed his eyes and began to concentrate his energy. A stream of pale white energy enveloped his body. As smooth as smoke, the energy slowly formed an elephant ivory-colored armor.

Duncan slammed his hand on the table again, breaking off that part of it. " Enough!" He thundered. " Mind your tongue. Or I will mind it for you. You are not my father. And I am not your son. You will never be my father! And I will never be your son!" Alpha Lahey of Ezra said nothing yet. He just watched everything with thoughts going through his mind. Ezra was the second most powerful wolf kingdom, thanks to Azra. Though, Ezra had secured their place through a bargain. " What do you want, Duncan?" Alpha Lahey finally spoke, rubbing his hands together.