Voltron Paladin Armor Novels & Stories

I did a few jabs, and the sound of the gloves crinkling made me feel…powerful. I looked into the mirror. The armor made me look tough – tougher than I’d ever felt. It was mainly black, but a red stripe followed along the outside of the arms and legs, adding a pop of color to it that distinguished it from other all-black armor. I still didn’t understand why he had given me this. I was his fake Luna, not a member of his army. These leathers were prestigious, something that meant a wolf was a close member of his pack. They were earned, not given.

She saw a large, silver chest, its surface etched with the symbol of a wolf howling at a crescent moon. She opened it and found a suit of armor made of a strange, lightweight metal that shimmered like moonlight. It was the ceremonial armor of the Silverback Guardians. She put it on, the metal molding to her body as if it were a second skin. It felt light as silk but strong as diamond. She took the silver blades and holstered them, feeling the weight of her history supporting her. She looked at herself in the reflection of the obsidian table. She didn't see the girl in the Porsche anymore. She saw a leader.

It took me a while to remember what could have made him leave before I woke up, so I remembered that now I shared my castle with all six deadly sins together "because I was also one of them, greed. And that most likely he must have felt the imminence of a fight and so he must have left in a hurry enough not to have time to wake me up. I stretched and moved the covers away, and I was still with my eyes closed and yawning when I felt something hitting lightly against my face. A piece of clothing stood, in fact, a war set. The material looked a lot like Vraxlon's armor, made of black and impenetrable steel. A long cape that attached to the shoulders slid smoothly to the floor, and inside it loo

ELORA I stared at my reflection in the mirror. These were clothes tailor-made for me from the richest fabrics in all of Stormrider. Yet, it felt completely out of place. I felt out of place. My new warrior attire was rich and properly fitted to make me look…simply amazing. It was a dark steel-blue tunic, fastened at the waist with a silver embroidered belt shaped like wolves’ fangs, high leather boots hugging my calves, and a cloak the color of moonless skies.

Len hissed. The armed men were ready to open fire. Tirana and Alicia scurried to the backstage as Vorpaltinger took her stance to guard their escape. From tribal tattoo lines on Vorpaltinger forearms, amber light particles broke out and massive antlers grown from them. The antlers were formed into large, sturdy forearm blades.

The penthouse suite was flooded with the bright, golden light of the morning sun, the mountain wind rustling the sheer curtains of the balcony doors as if last night's violence had never occurred. I walked into the private master closet, pulling two sets of heavy tactical gear from the high-clearance racks. The Crescent Warrior armor was built for high-intensity sector operations lightweight, layered Kevlar plating embroidered with the silver crescent crest across the shoulders and reinforced with internal titanium threading to resist claw impacts. I stripped out of my rumpled formal uniform, pulling the dark tactical shirt and structured pants over my frame before locking the heavy chest pl

Then she opened the other side of the wardrobe, thrilled and nervous about what she had found. The same thing Im doing with the kings armor, she said, gathering a heavy tangle of goods into her arms. She donned a pair of wide leather pants, a thick leather tunic, a pair of chain-mail gloves, leather slippers that were certainly too big but that shed have to make work, and a bronze chest guard made of overlapping metal plates. The same black, fire-breathing dragon on the helmet was embroidered on the front of the tunic. It was hard to believe that anyone could fight a war under the weight of these clothes, but Lu Xin knew that the king didnt really fight--he only led battles from the seat of

How respectable and admirable, and how heavy the burden he had carried. He flipped his hand, and the half piece of turtle armor appeared. This was what the great Genbu had left for him. It was equivalent to a shield, which happened to have a compatibility of 99% with his Mystic Armor. So with this half piece of tortoise armor inserted into his Mystic Armor, his defensive power would reach an amazing height. As for Nirvana, it was similar to the Buddhist Holy Lands. It was placed in Alex’s mind palace, and it was a portal.

After a few moments of examination, he stood up and looked back towards the others. “ I’ve seen this kind of armor before when I was a Palace Guard. It’s a gift to the elites of the Ishtar Dynasty from the Naga. It allows whoever wears it to be completely hidden; no Tribal Trait can see them. It also allows them to blend in with their environment.” “ So, how do we know there aren’t others like this one waiting to strike us down?” Kronos asked. Acacius looked around, unease creeping across his face. “ We don’t,” he said.

But unlike him, I had friends and love by my side, to guide me and always remind me of what was right. 'Always by your side.' I heard Victor's voice in my mind and smiled. I opened my eyes and turned my face so that I could look at my beloved. The crown on his head is complete, and he is wearing his metallic red armor, which seems to be made of lava and you can see reddish and orange glow as if it were metal being forged. My armor has a golden hue, mixed with touches of red, black, and white. We don't usually wear armor in battle, but this is special because it's made to resist magic. With Ayla's skill, I know for sure that these armors have become even more powerful.