White Lion Voltron Novels & Stories

I stuttered, this made his lips twitch up with a smile. “Then you don’t know how to fight, the Voltraks can’t not be defeated with fangs and claws alone, they are strong and their skins are tough to rip out.” He said, making me take mental note of what he is saying. But it made me wonder, each creature have their weaknesses, like Werewolves are affected by silver, Umbravores are affected by natural water and so on. “What can possibly kill a voltrak?.” “There are many things that can but two are most deadly— Soulbind Arrow—An enchanted arrow tipped with silver and cursed runes.When it pierces the Voltrak, it binds their soul to the realm of shadows, destroying them.” He murmured, pulling out

Despite being weakened by the loss of its wings, the lion still had much vitality to spare. “Olmpha, I will cut off those tails of yours,” 'Like I’m scared,’ Lavana thought as she bit its back, pulling out a chunk of flesh. “I’m no regular Olmpha. I came here, not to die. It is your honour to serve as my punching bag temporarily, she mind linked the lion, spitting fireballs at its face. It was forced to give some distance between them. The fire in her Olmpha form was more potent as shown by the damage to its face. If it continued, he’d end up dying which was a shame to him- a demon lion.

“I know you can.” Week Two. Valtherion appeared during afternoon training. His Crimson Fang wolves were with him. A dozen of them. All seasoned fighters. “Thought you could use some sparring partners,” he said. I raised an eyebrow. “Your pack members volunteered to get beaten up by mine?” “More like they’re curious.” Valtherion’s smile was sharp. “Word’s getting out about Moonshadow. They want to see what you’re building.” His Beta, a grizzled Delta named Owen, stepped forward.

“That alone makes me… less in the pack, I'm a disgrace to them, so you see I deserve the way they treat me. He scoffed surprisingly. “Don’t.” Then his face tightened into a slight frown yet again. “Do not ever say that again, being wolfless does not make you weak.” I stared at him, because no one had ever said that to me before. Not once. “It does, Alpha,” I replied softly. “In this world, it... “No,” he cut in, stepping closer, his gaze locking onto mine with an intensity that made it impossible to look away this time. “What makes a person weak is how they choose to live, not what they are born without.”

In less than two hours, I safely gave birth to a pair of tiny white lion cubs. "These little lion cubs are truly beautiful and exceptionally strong," noted the female shifter assisting me, picking them up to wipe them clean. "They are so full of vitality, perhaps they are A-rank beastmen. Let's have Chieftain Gideon evaluate them." "There's no need," I blurted out instinctively, attempting to intervene.

Lardon Vexley POV "My wolf only speaks the absolute truth to this council," I say, keeping my chest high as I stand across from the high-born warriors. "How is it possible my ears never tracked the data that Lardon was legally bound to Warlord Calder?" Zoraya Flint gasps, her eyes wide as she looks at Aziel Crowbane. "Lardon is not the type of warrior to let his inner beast lose control unless an enemy deliberately pushes his pride to the absolute limit," Aziel Crowbane whispers, his eyes narrowing as he shifts his heavy boots closer to my side of the oak table.

She knew she could only get away by going up then down to try and avoid him. Wolferan was a dracion and Leanunya knew he had been tracking her for years. He never gave up even though she had outsmarted him every time they had crossed paths. He was very stubborn, more so than a mule. Once he picked a target he would either catch them or they would die; he never gave up on a target he had chosen. He was a black and gold scaled dracion with black dragon wings and it was rumored he was immortal.

The ray of blue light faded and when I pulled my palm away from him the wound that once oozed with blood was non existent and the warriors of the Moon Crescent pack were now aware of the power I possess. “I'm Blue Lily pack’s strongest weapon because I fight like a beast and heal wounds like the gods.” ~KILLIAN’S POV~ A healer? Regina Shepard is a healer? A chill ran down my spine and the men present in this room were frozen in time. Leonard had his jaw sweeping the floor. The victim of Regina's surprise attack was still holding his chest in disbelief, probably wondering what happened to the wound on his chest. Even Callum was speechless as he stood by my side, his eyes as wide as saucers.