Voltron Suits Novels & Stories

I assured him. “Again, can’t wait.” He sarcastically said, but I could’ve sworn there was a glint of relief in his eyes. “Enough of this gushy talk, tell me, how do you feel?” “Normal.” “Ok, good start. Come smell me.” Max asked, sticking his neck up for me. I took a whiff, sandalwood, but this time I sneezed at the smell. “Perfect. You're cured for the time being. Now let me go find a way to get rid of these urges for the beast, but not the beast’s sister.” Max began walking out mumbling something along the lines of, “can’t live with um, especially when they don’t let you kill the one thing that could ruin our clan.”

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. In full view of the villagers, who seemed to be everywhere they went and had absolutely nothing better to do in their homes, Temujin tried on the suit complete with extended front and back flaps, which had been influenced by the northern fashion. Next, he put on the forearm and shin guards. The finishing touch was a large obi belt, also of dragon scale. Everyone oohed and aahed at the craftsmanship and how gallant Temujin looked. “It’s a perfect fit,” the red Slayer said, confusion in his voice.

Viktor wanted her for goddess knows why, and I knew it was for nothing good. "She will be safe." Bolton reassured me with his eyes. I nodded to him with a smile. He rose and held his glass to speak. I couldn't help but watch his tall muscular body in a black and red uniform. The other warriors wore brown and yellow to represent our pack colors.

He bowed a bit towards her and took two steps forward, disconnecting the suit from the 'fuel cord. "Unlock enchantment, Excalibur 033." All the fibers in the suit glowed brightly in red and released steam, the man crouched and jumped towards one of the crocodiles. In less than a second, he appeared above it and punched it hard on one of its skulls, destroying it. The other head released a scream when it realized what happened, its body started to release a lot of heat, and the scales began to glow in red. "Change form, Ice."

“That’s surprising” “Not true” Eka growled. “Spare the charade, help me pick a suit”. Eka showed off his newest suit collection he had in his wardrobe. One of the suits Eka showed was a white tuxedo, with a long tail behind his tuxedo. It looks very elegant, but somehow it doesn’t suit Eka’s body proportion since he’s not as slender as Roy. The detective shook his head, denying the suit.

"Just a... little... more..." Suddenly, the air in the tower hissed. A shimmering distortion appeared in the center of the room. It wasn't a wolf. It was a machine. A massive, three-meter-tall exo-suit, plated in dull titanium and humming with a low-frequency pulse, materialized from the shadows. The visor was a flat, clinical red. "Director Vane," Victor’s voice came from the stairwell. He burst into the room, his clothes shredded, his body a map of fresh, weeping gashes. "You coward. You came for the scrap?"

​The specialized stealth suits felt like a second skin of dense, matte-black weave, engineered to absorb both thermal radiation and local radar frequencies. In the dim light of the bunker's lower armory, Vivian pulled the primary locking straps tight across her chest, her blue eyes reflecting the cold green luminescence of the tactical interface.

I wasn’t too concerned with the Alpha of this pack as my livelihood and house were more important to me. The path I took through the forest led me out of pack territory and into neutral territory to check on my house, happy to see that no one had been there since I left and that everything is still intact. This meant that the Soulless have not reached my house yet. Leaving the duffle bag in the kitchen, I run upstairs to take off the clothing I wore when raiding and switch to the Tracker outfit I had. It was an Iga Hakama Flat Hood Ninja suit with exceptionally lightweight black Damascus steel armour that only high-ranked Trackers were given in any pack. The all-black attire blends into the

Vitali said into the phone and the door flew open to reveal Tristan, wearing a suit Tristan had a suit? He looked different And that was when I remembered him.

But they weren't facing standard security guards. From the shadows of the ballroom, six figures emerged. They were clad in the Phoenix Suits—sleek, matte-black armor that seemed to ripple with nanotech energy. Kora Del Toro, Jade Chen, and the rest of the Metro City support team moved with a speed and fluidity that defied human limits. "Neutralize them," Davina’s voice rang out, calm and authoritative.