Voltron Paladin Armor Novels & Stories

Standing up, I gave her a smile and hoped that she would trust that I was on her side. Just as I stood, Arric landed a few yards away, with his back turned toward us. I realized that every time he shifted into a Dragon or back into human form, he always kept his back to me. Just like most Dragons, we had the ability to manifest clothing back onto our bodies. After he was dressed again, he turned toward me with a friendly smile on his face. “Glad you were close by, or I would have missed her.”

It was a two-handed weapon that looked difficult to wield, but Avril assured me she was proficient at it. Prince Thorn and his mate, Princess Ariana, were with us. Thorn's armour was also made from Phaikón Árgyron. Instead of being mail, it was an intricately designed chest plate. Moonstone accents adorned his gauntlets, greaves, and chest plate, pulsating with magical energy that resonated.

Today was the day I was supposed to join the training. I pushed aside the soft, delicate dresses that Jay liked me to wear, and I reached for the boldest, most commanding attire that I had, a warrior set that was made especially for a Luna—it was sleek, it was imposing, and it was made for battle. The dark material, a combination of leather and light armor plating, was embroidered with intricate designs that featured gold and silver, all signs of power and dominance. The attire fit me to perfection, hugging my physique not to highlight its beauty but its power, which was something that Jay hated.

Then one of the guests frowned. "Wait a second..." His eyes narrowed at Dakota's outfit. "That gear looks familiar." Another guest inhaled sharply. "Oh my God... That's military-grade tactical armor. I saw it in a defense journal before." "It's custom equipment used by top-tier special operations units. You can't buy that legally." Dakota remained silent. What they didn't know was that her suit wasn't standard military equipment. It had been custom-built exclusively for the War God of Vanguard. The armor was resistant to bullets, blades, and extreme heat, and it was worth more than most luxury sports cars.

Elroy was concerned. “Let’s make a deal, stay still then I won't have to leave you to the fate awaiting you.” Elroy nodded to avoid further implications while the maiden tried unlocking the shackles holding his hands. Not quite long from when she had opened the shackle a Soldier stepped in, clad in dark-blue leather armor with a large four-point white star crested at the chest region; Elroy recognized this one thing - how he knew he wondered - the capital armor for a soldier of Riana.

She didn't believe he would keep that old thing. He laughs at her and gets dressed, it was a black garb that exposed the arms and the mid section, the chest was plated with amour and there were gauntlets.to where to protect the lower arm. He slides his mask on and his pants are sticking to his body like glue. They were placed a bit under his waist and she was able to see the drool worthy 'V' he had around his torso.

The Archon Ergonus was afraid. Staring at the dirt below him, he contemplated his decisions, his role. The pride and glory that his position brought him. What did it mean? It all seemed to be pointless. “Ergonus.” Another of his warriors approached him. Guldar’s armor was showing weakness. The living leaves and vines that comprised of his helmet were no showing sings of graying. The miniature gardens of grass that once grew on the trenches of his armor was now torn, what remained had withered and died.

You two ride at the fore. Raven read the words. Nodded once—small, steady. She felt the cold place inside her rise like a tide, eager, ready. Victoria’s hand found hers under the table; fingers laced tight. They suited up in the armory—Valrosian battle armor fitted perfectly now: blackened steel plates over dark leather, obsidian scale at shoulders and chest, crimson cloaks edged with protective runes. Raven’s midnight-blue dress stayed folded in their room; today was for war, not silk.

“As promised.” Dragon scales were light and flexible and yet offered amazing protection, especially against fire. What they called armor was actually more akin to a coat or a suit of the tough material. These ones had been wrought into the shape of the traditional Slayer jacket and painted red so they didn’t differ much from Temujin’s original top and still matched his cloth mask. On the front of the armor there was the same spirally mark as on his hachi-gane (forehead protector) that was suggestive of a slithering red dragon.

“That’s enough!” At this moment, a deep bellow interrupted the conversation between the two. “Pavilion Master Curtis, is it true what you said about the appearance of the king of disciples in the seventh zone?” The speaker was a burly middle-aged man clad in white iron armor. This suit of armor was branded with a roaring white tiger on the chest. The middle-aged man clenched his fists that propped his chin up. He sat there like a mountain. His eyes that were like copper bells could make one's heart palpitate. His copper skin glowed with a dazzling luster, and his bulging muscles made people shudder!