Voltron Weapons Novels & Stories

Hayden paused, waiting for Leech to respond. Leech indicated for Sprout to continue with a flourish of his hand. Sprout glared at the werewolf, sighed and then began to speak. “The Second Fire Weapon is the Crimson Axe,” announced Sprout. “It is to be wielded by Titan.” “The Crimson Axe sounds much more exciting than the Vermillion Sword!” Roared Titan, teasing his new Alpha. Hayden rolled his eyes at his Beta’s jibe and Titan wrapped his arm around the Prince’s shoulder as he burst into laughter at his own joke.

Cutler snatched Wilt from Raja’s arm. “Wilt, no!” Katie cried. The two crashed several meters away. Back on his feet, Wilt shot first with a stream of lightning. However, Cutler was unscathed as smoke rose on his chest. “I am the god of war, protection, and weather,” he stated. “Protection from weather, from thunder.” A pair of bronze knives materialized in his hands. “I’m ready for you this time.” Regardless that he was now lightning-proof, we were about to join their fight when he roared at the top of his lungs.

Venom closed his eyes for a brief moment and when he opened them again, they were filled with lethal purpose. “Change of plans,” He said, “We're not running anymore.” Ghost raised an eyebrow, “Boss?” “They want a war? Let's give them one they’ll not forget in a hurry,” He opened the truck’s rear doors and began pulling out the heaviest weapons they had brought. There were military grade assault rifles, grenades, even a rocket launcher godfather Marco had insisted they packed, ‘just in case.’ “Reaper, stalker, can you hold your position?” he asked into his mouthpiece.

She snapped her fingers. Push. A focused blast of air slammed the trooper backward. He flew off the platform and landed in a pile of sawdust with a muffled crunch. The second trooper raised his rifle. Tristan stepped out of the mist. He grabbed the barrel of the rifle. The white veins flared. The rifle’s power cell drained instantly. The weapon went dead. The trooper pulled the trigger. Click. "Battery issue?" Tristan asked politely. He punched the trooper. It wasn't a normal punch. He released a kinetic burst of the absorbed wolf-energy on impact.

Madam Amelia seemed to know this as she nodded her head at me. “Now what? You can’t break your vow. What will you do? You can’t have a Wolf Rider running around Astoria.” There it was. She knew what her daughter was. The half human part of it was the least of it. The fact that she was a Rider—a creature that could control a werewolf with a simple command. A creature that ruined my family's life. A creature, who must be destroyed before it gains power. There hasn't been a rider born in half a century, and even before, there was only one that ruled Astoria.

They were larger and more menacing than any military drone he had ever seen. "I call them the Valkyries," Catherine said, her hand resting on the cool fuselage of the nearest one. "Stealth composite bodies, hybrid scramjet engines for hypersonic speeds, and a payload that will get the Council's attention." She gestured to the weapon pods under the wings. "Each one is armed with a miniaturized electromagnetic railgun firing tungsten rods plated in consecrated silver. And for crowd control," she added with a grim smile, "a dispersion system that can blanket a square mile in a fine mist of aerosolized silver nitrate. They can't run from the air, Jack. We can take the fight to their floating for

"You...are very courageous," Bolt hissed through gritted teeth, his expression contorting fiercely upon hearing Frederick's words. Boom, boom, boom! The sound of rumbling thunder immediately exploded through the air. Bolt was thoroughly enraged. He wanted to destroy this place, to level it to the ground, and reduce everyone to ashes to vent his anger. "Thunder Dragon! "Thunder Sea! "One Billion Volts! "Thunder's Wrath! "Ragnarok!" Bolt unleashed all the ultimate skills he had learned, stacking various powerful moves wildly. Around him, the surroundings turned chaotic.

Perhaps it would be better to be lost in time. It wasn’t like I would die. The Dragon Stone would remain with me and this entire war over the Stone would come to an end. If they couldn’t find it, they couldn’t take it. “No!” Trenton yelled before I could rip my hand from his. “This will not fix anything.” He turned toward me and gripped my other hand when I tried to push his hand away. Trenton was much stronger than I was and wasn't above breaking my bones. His hold on me tightened to a painful degree.

The faster we took them down, the less darts they'd be able to get into our troops. We tried to work as quickly as possible, but it wasn't long before my warriors arrived and I began to feel the familiar sting as a tether would be broken, and a warrior would fall dead. No matter how many times it happened, it still took the air out of my lungs. These were my pack members—the people I was raised and trained to protect. This wasn't even my own pack I’d brought them to help protect, but an ally pack. While, logically, I knew it was the right thing because the favor would be returned one day when we needed help, it was that much harder to explain it to their family members when I'd have to meet

Len hissed. The armed men were ready to open fire. Tirana and Alicia scurried to the backstage as Vorpaltinger took her stance to guard their escape. From tribal tattoo lines on Vorpaltinger forearms, amber light particles broke out and massive antlers grown from them. The antlers were formed into large, sturdy forearm blades.