Voltron Weapons Novels & Stories

someone called out. Frakas's lips curled into a cruel smile. "Capturing the rogue leader." The room erupted in laughter, and my cheeks burned with humiliation. "Might as well dig her grave now," the female warrior snickered. "Choose your weapon," Frakas instructed, gesturing to the array of blades, bows, and other weapons laid out on a large table. I approached carefully, my eyes scanning the collection. I chose what looked like the best of them to train with. A gleaming sword with a sharp edge and well crafted hilt caught my eye.

he stopped when he saw her. "Crimson!" called the female speedster. "Shit! Get the plutonium outta here, now!" Just ahead of the truck, a woman was standing there, in the middle of the road. She was dressed in black and her face was covered. Crimson, the scarlet speedster, watched in horror as the woman on the road wielded some kind of large weapon that she held with both of her hands. "For Anna!" she muttered and activated the weapon which let out a large bolt of lightning and struck the truck.

A visible fear was present in his eyes and he shook in his boots. He’s perfect. I moved faster than light. My claws elongated and I made slashes on his chest. The boy groaned in pain and several gasps filled the room and a roar was heard from Callum. “What the hell did you do?” And just as fast as I launched my first attack. I placed my palm on his chest and a blue hue surrounded the wounded area. Power flowed from my body to his. The ray of blue light faded and when I pulled my palm away from him the wound that once oozed with blood was non existent and the warriors of the Moon Crescent pack were now aware of the power I possess.

"Human, I'll give you anything you want, just put my engine down." "What can you trade for it?" Victor asked. Returning the engine was out of the question. But if the Behemoth had other valuable items, Victor wouldn't mind taking them too. Upon hearing this, the Behemoth immediately tried to think of what it had that wasn't too important to lose. "I have weapons. You need weapons, right?" "What kind of weapons?" "My teeth and claws are definitely useless to you, but I have laser weapons on my shoulders. Put down my engine, and I'll show you where they are."

I turned on the display and grabbed the two steering handles and pressed the acceleration button with my thumb as we rose. "Damn, it drives so smoothly," I chuckled softly and pushing the handles forward started flying towards Ashr's crappy ship. I was grinning ear to ear and Ashr was laughing at me. "After we move all our things I want to speak with Seth about the Orion king's weapons collection that's rumored to be concealed upon this very ship," Ashr said in a giddy manner. I paused to think and see if I remembered. Then it hit me. "You mean the plasma proton splitter and the Triangulum whip," I asked him in awe. He chuckled heartily and told me, "hell yeah!" They were weapons of legendar

Its outrageous armor already places it in the turtle shell side also. It also has inbuilt offensive weapons, to engage in offensive battles when it is required. It has an exotic machine gun, an exotic canon, an in-built sniper rifle, and a host of other exotic weapons. Its add-ons are too numerous to quantify on one page, it can only be described or illustrated with a single word. “BADASS!!” After they finished their preparations, eating and everything else, they finally went out towards the armory.

Because of that, none of them dared to harbor any illwill toward the Irons. All the Eternal Fire disciples knelt and submitted to Tyr on the spot. Tyr then remained on Inferno Island for another day. Thousands of weapons and battle suits forged by this cult were discovered on this day. Those artifacts were accumulated over the years by the disciples, which formed the cult’s legacy. However, for Vulcan, who aspires to create the world’s most powerful magical weapon, these so-called weapons and battle suits serve few purposes. Thus, Tyr chose approximately 3,000 of these suits, and stuffed them into that magical mirror.

The powerful shockwave was enough to make Harvey squint his eyes. Thunderblasts! Thunderblasts were tied to the bolts. These were not just ordinary weapons, but specialized weapons designed to kill True Warriors. All he could say was that they were out to kill him. In this moment, Harvey did not hold back and casually picked up some rocks from the ground and threw them toward the truck. Thud! Thud! Thud! The three men-in-black who pulled the triggers of their crossbows shuddered and fell from the roof of the truck.

The gleaming blade of his dagger serves as a versatile tool for close-quarters combat or precise underwater tasks. Following closely behind Hunter, Tritan assumes the position of the lead, his gaze fixed on the path before them. Attached to his pack is his trident, a large and long gold and silver three-pronged ornate weapon. The intricate engravings on the trident's prongs shimmer in the light shining down from the morning Tritainian skies, symbolizing Tritan's authority and power. Its formidable presence serves as a reminder of his role as a prince and protector.

“So, I’ll ask you one more fucking time. What the hell was that weapon?” It was the same weapon they’d used on me. With something that deadly, they could cause real damage. A weapon of that magnitude shouldn’t be in the hands of people like them. “It’s a Fortifier X; instead of bullets, it fires Baneshots.” “Who is the supplier?” “If you want that answer—and the others I’m sure you plan to beat out of me. I need to see the human first.” “Tessa?” “Yes. Tessa. Let’s say we have a lot of catching up to do.”