Voltron Suits Novels & Stories

Spiritual flames surged out of his body, forming a suit of armor. The suit of armor consisted of a helmet, chest plate, tassets, greaves, and boots, with two streamers floating behind him, protecting Wilbur's entire body. Only his eyes were exposed. The armor was formed from white spiritual flames and had red runes shimmering around its surface. There was lightning dancing around it as well. It exuded a powerful and imposing aura, making Wilbur look like a war god. The Hundred Shadows Slaughter assaulted him, and all the spiritual energy blades constantly exploded against Wilbur's suit of armor. All the blades shattered, dispersing into spiritual energy.

But Tristan knew that someday their confrontation would become inevitable. Dark eyes watched with slight sadness the blond High Vampire lounging imposingly on a throne-chair. Tristan was again wearing his scarlet and gold sleeveless vest, and underneath was a thin, snow-white shirt that covered his neck. Scarlet, gold and white. A strange combination. Black cambric trousers were tucked into high leather boots. The Supreme One held a thin parchment in his hand and looked at the scribbling across it with a lazy glance. From the outside it seemed that Lord Tantario was bored.

They didn't crash; they slowed at the last second, hissing open to reveal the Continuum Soldiers. ​They weren't like the GSC or the Sterling mercenaries. They didn't wear bulky armor. They wore "Living Suits"—a translucent, shifting mesh that looked like liquid muscle. They moved with a terrifying, insect-like grace, their faces obscured by smooth, featureless masks. ​"Target identified," one of the soldiers said, its voice a synthesized harmony. "The Mother. The Hub. And the Failed King." ​"Failed King?" Liam growled, raising his pulse-rifle. "I’ll show you failure."

Titan said and sighed heavily. Zach laughed and nudged Dylan. "Because he is fat, he thinks the suit does not go well with him." "It is called a suit to 'suit' people!" Titan yelled. "I look like a gasoline tank. Do they really have to use bright blue? Why can't it be a black suit? I'd look thinner in black." Titan stomped on the marbled floor, ranting. That's probably so they can easily spot you if you dare make a bold escape.

The inner parts of us suits were filled with self protection gadgets so he could fight against any possible form of attack ranging from the pause slash play remote, the frost ball, the lightning bolt 2000, and other minor things that were hard to detect via this hugging suit. "I noticed the cards in our suits and realized they were keys. They permit us access to the nail lab. "Once we're in, let's make sure to stick together. No one knows who's under these things so we've got to be careful, is this understood?" Lolita repeated for the third time since we'd dressed up. "We understand." I spoke on our behalf,hoping there would be no cause for her needless repetitions. "Okay, let's move!" Damon

There was also a red light bar on the eye part of the helmet that gave the suit its futuristic RoboCop similarities. “You have a vector high energy machine gun that emerges from the suit’s left arm. You also have a tectonic laser sword that retracts out of the right arm of the suit. It’s kind of like a Star Wars lightsaber.” Irena giggled while trying to explain most of the suit’s features to Mark. Princess Death Row could see how Mark wasn’t fascinated by the suit he was about to put on, but she didn’t care.

​The Suit-Up ​For the first time since the Severance, the Vanes felt a flicker of their old selves. ​Leo stepped into the Amber-Striker suit. It was heavy, the servos whining as the neural-links connected to his spine. When he clenched his fist, a blast of kinetic energy flared from the gauntlets. It wasn't the "Wild Code," but it was close.

’ I smiled gratefully at him before focusing my attention on the Leviathan before us that we were following. “Looks like we’re getting closer, sis. Helighor looks like he’s slowing down.” Byron observed and stood at my other side. “Oh, they there um…Duke?” He greeted the turtle metahuman. “It’s Falco.” I corrected him as Skyr, and I got up to prepare ourselves. The tip of the Triton rested on my belt and around the familiar white Atlantean battlesuit that they got for me. The others wore the same uniform and helmet to keep us connected in battle.

​BOOM. ​The violet light from my hand exploded into the machine. It wasn't a punch; it was a surge of pure frequency. The red lines on the armor turned purple for a split second before the whole suit short-circuited. Sparks flew everywhere, and the giant metal soldier collapsed into the puddle of dirty water, unmoving. ​"One down," I whispered.

With one glance, I knew he was the perfect mark. He exuded power and danger, draped in a suit that whispered wealth—a custom-made masterpiece worth around one-hundred thousand dollars. The Alexander Amosu Vanquish II Bespoke suit fit him perfectly, showing off a lean, muscled build that spoke of both discipline and strength. His hair, thick and dark, was meticulously styled, he likely spent a fortune on maintaining it.