Voltron Suits Novels & Stories

Then, I knew their visit would be inevitable and if proper measures were not taken, that visit would become a stay over. "War suits have been provided from each of you. Mistwood pack has more access to technology than any other pack did and these were made by Mistwood pack royal tailors. They would provide comfort during the fight." I finally got out of my head and returned to reality. "Everything's settled then." I stated, moving closer to pick up my own suit. "You should rest for the night or practice if you have to but do not be carried away, the enemy could be near. n

Please, don't let it be a dick pic…. The image loads and all three of us looks with wide eyes. Not a dick pic… but twice as exciting. The picture is centred around the chest of a man, Davon I'm guessing. He's dressed in a black suit, a smart red shirt buttoned neatly and a black tie down the angled lines of the suit front. We can see a good definition of muscles, even through the shirt and blazer. A cufflink on show. 'Liberton'. "Holy shit, Liz, you hit the jackpot here." Lakista mumbles in amazement. "He's rich enough to wear Liberton…"

Was he interrogating Ryder already? Finally, Adam came back into the room and behind him was a breathtaking god dressed in a black silk Armani suit. His raven hair combed smoothly in place. He was wearing a pair of dark sunglasses and for a while I thought he looked familiar. He was not wearing a stud on his ear and the guy I was looking at now was ten times classier than the Ryder I met at the bar. It was almost hard to believe that this was the same guy. “Hello, Astrid. We meet again,” he said.

Training suits were expensive, and it was unlikely they could keep getting free replacements. Neither of them wanted to ask their mates for help. Cael and Jax had already gifted them five suits each, all of which were tearing at an alarming pace with how intensely they trained every day. They were both down to their final few and were already preparing to patch the ruined ones as best they could. The shell armor and thermal protection were an added bonus. From the other side of the room, Fin frowned, picking up an emotion from Nova. Relief, but not the kind he expected. Not from the protection. Something else. He couldn't quite place it. Cael wore the same frown, not understanding either.

He had torn through the ceiling to beat Jack to the top. He stood in the center of the storm, three meters of nightmare. His suit was gone, replaced by an exoskeleton of bone and dark red muscle. His hands were claws large enough to crush a car engine. His tail—a thick, spined appendage—lashed behind him, cracking the concrete. "No audience," Valerius rumbled. His voice was deeper now, vibrating in Jack’s chest. "No tricks. No girls with magnets. Just us." Jack walked forward. He stopped ten paces away. He looked small. Human. Vulnerable.

DING! His augmented display materialized before him, the items tab flashing with the newly acquired suit. Keagan eagerly tapped on it, and as if by magic, the suit materialized before his very eyes. Like an ethereal serpent, it slithered up and down his body, conforming to his every contour with a snug fit. The fabric hummed with power, pulsating with a vibrant energy that seemed to resonate with his own spirit. A surge of exhilaration coursed through him as he marveled at the transformation. The suit felt like a second skin, empowering him with a newfound sense of capability.

The planes belonged to the mountain now. I looked up as the heavy doors of the war room opened. Julian walked in, flanked by two massive Unbound wolves. The sixteen-year-old boy was completely transformed. He wore a sleek, insulated combat suit, but his forearms and hands were bare, exposing the dense, crystallized silver veins that pulsed beneath his skin. "The Resonant battalions are loaded and prepped for high-altitude deployment, Dr. Vance," Julian reported. His voice carried that strange, tectonic vibration, a constant reminder of the quartz fused to his vocal cords.

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.

Nathan stared at Ethan in confusion. "A tech suit is not just a piece of fabric, Is made for battle. By me. Anyways. Is still under creation, but what it can do now is not prevent our feathers from springing, once we get out feathers out, do you see the soft tissue in the middle of your back, it tears and a hole is created enough to have our wings fully out and moving. Then it absorbs our emotion and create it in pure energy. I still have to add camouflage to it, and light, and many other stuffs." Ethan explained. Nathan just stare at him not blinking a second.

Now, he had both Leslie, and likely Sue, waiting for him to model for them. He held up the foam green suit, thankful that it looked to be a little bigger than the one he just took off, and tugged it on. It was looser, but not by much, and the material was certainly thinner, and seemed to have more elasticity. Bottom line was that his blood engorged, semi-erect dick was likely more blatantly displayed in this suit than the last one. Ron thought about the way Leslie had knelt and run her hands all around his waistline out in the store, obviously not offended by his appearance. Would she do the same again, even if Sue was standing there watching? The thought excited him, but this was just so bl