Voltron Weapons Novels & Stories

“No...uh, it’s too big for me to carry. I just remembered the weapons Mr. Windstorm was supposed to donate in Hextrion. They look exactly like this one.” “How did you know?” His mouth formed into a grim line and his brows knitted hard.

“This is De Rege’s smaller R and D facility. We make our weapons; we make our tech. Pentorium is completely self-sufficient. We even have greenhouses, but Vescovi did not want us to be completely set aside from our human counterparts. The goal is to integrate, after all. Everything you need—weapons, gears, defense—you will get them here. If you do not see something you want, have a word with Philippe. He will either make it or make something better.” Anabella gave them a tour of the facility, showing them the weapons they had at their disposal. It was like walking into a candy store for Helick, Daniel, and Ichiro. “All our weapons are modified for use against werewolves and vampires. Some le

- the man’s voice trembled with excitement. Tristan grinned, and as if in response to his thoughts, the sword lit up with a flash of light. Previously, the lord was indifferent to martial arts, but as soon as he took the sword for the first time, the vampire immediately felt the power emanating from him. The blade seemed alive, reacting to the owner’s thoughts and feelings with either a bright glow or gentle warmth. Tantario was delighted with this weapon. “This is Avalon, a gift from Selena,” Tristan proudly presented his weapon.

I said, looking at the next guy. "Come on," I said, calling him. He was holding one sword, which made me drop one of my sword, to fight with him. "Please note that your enemy will not be as lenient as me to reduce my weapon, the more for them, the advantage it is," I explained. "You should have let us use our wolf form," he complained. "And why would I?" I asked. "Because that's how we were trained, if I am using my wolf mood, I am more confident to win you," he replied.

Albwin held both hands up showing he was unarmed. “I’m on his side.” Albwin stated flicking his eyes to Torin. “Which I am starting to guess is also your side?” Callum released him with a nod. Torin explained the plan they had so far to Albwin as they went through picking out what weapons they would need. Torin found boot knives dipped in silver, a short sword, two handguns and holsters with a couple of extra clips and to his great joy a rack of bows and quivers already full. He saw Callum put a couple of interesting-looking belts on with multiple sheaths built in as well as a couple of small pouches, Torin could see the glitter of magic as he buckled them on.

The word lands in my chest like something cold. "Less moody," Enzo offers, checking the mirror. "Probably smiles more." "He smiles," Dante says. "When?" "When he is doing something violent." "Right, but like. Regularly. In normal situations. Less touchy about his things." "I am not touchy about my things," I say. "You pulled a gun on me over a chair," Enzo says. "That was a warning." "You cocked it." "Still a warning." I look out the window. "This conversation is finished."

“How about the idea of ​​looking for hell in the heart of this mankind guy?” “Sounds exciting,” someone replied. The eleven people armed with creese and kunjang charged at the same time, accompanied by a compact roar that sounded odd in the silence of the forest. Rio deflects several of them with fast, well-practiced movements. However, the strange sensation caused by the impact of the two different types of weapons made Rio's arm hurt from time to time.

But this is the tradition you will never be told stronger if you won't pass this forest. ___________ KEZTOR_elder "Walter" power_THUNDER FINO: VENOM GUALTIERO: GRAVITY MAI: WATER NARKISSA: NUMBNESS and TELEPORT NUNZIO: VOICE ORAZIO: SNIPER "Warg grandson, that was the list of all your clan allies. Are you sure about this" "I was born ready grandpa this is what I've been training for right? So what are you asking me like that?"

A series of howls could be heard in the background. A few snow wolves sprinted toward Wilbur from afar. Nine snow wolves surrounded Wilbur, so he quickly wore the Light Gloves. The power of light inside him turned into the power of destruction and infused it into the thunder cleaver. Following that, his eyes turned jet black, and his heart filled with anger. "What about a weapon like this?" "What? That's the power of destruction!"

Of course, this weapon had to be aimed with precision. He also designed the graviton, a device that uses the magnetic force of two particular metals to pull a werewolf down toward the other metal. He was also the inventor of the terrorizer. The soldier's weapon of choice. The metal clasped around the werewolf's neck, compelling it to revert to human form or risk being choked.