Keith Allura Voltron Novels & Stories

The blood wards around the throne room flickered one breath from collapse. Azaro simply stepped back into the shadows and vanished. .... Kael fought like a man possessed. His blade tore through the ocean beasts with unnatural speed, moonlight pulsing along the steel. But every swing of his weapon came with a price. The runes across his skin burned brighter cracking, bleeding light. He was faster, stronger, but wrong. “Kael, wait” General Thorne shouted as Kael lunged into the fray. But Kael didn’t hear him. He saw an enemy behind him, a flash of silver a traitor’s glint and he struck without hesitation.

I witnessed them pounce on Valentine and sink their fangs into her like she was another of their meal. My neck stung and I felt warm blood trickle down my amice. I reached behind my all and retrieved the old rag doll. My life force was slipping away, Valentine was leaving this world. Prepared to end her misery and save me, I gave her the last instruction then snapped the doll in two. Her scream engulfed the woods and silencing the bedeviling nocturnals. It hurt to watch Val fall but my little girl never failed. The savages thought they were victors but at what cost. Crimson trickled down the black one's fur as realization hit them. Sad, sad truth. Little midnight was hit. Valentine hit hard,

The unrefined alchemical catalyst coursing through his veins reacted violently to the kinetic impact, the volcanic orange luminescence beneath his scales flaring into a blinding, white-hot radiance. Kael let out a deep, metallic roar that shook the glass panes of the surrounding townhouses. He didn't just absorb the damage; he converted it. With a single, explosive leap, Kael launched his seven-foot frame thirty feet into the air, landing squarely on top of the central defensive turret. His massive, white-hot obsidian clawed arm swung out in a brutal, sweeping arc. The heavy iron gears and pneumatic tubes of the turret melted instantly under the extreme thermal energy of his touch, the entir

City-facing on the surface. He was very good at that, I had come to understand. The modern surface over something older and less comfortable. Torvi spent two days on the delegation's preparations. Wards on the vehicles. Wards on our clothing, specific ones, layered: detection for dark magic in a twenty-foot radius, concealment for Lumen signatures so Seraphine or any other sensitised wolf couldn't read Kaela's presence on me, and a passive recording function that would capture everything said within six feet of where I stood. No cameras, no devices. Just old magic threaded into the fabric of my jacket, storing audio in a frequency that Torvi could retrieve afterward.

I push the door open "good morning Alpha, Luna and Father?" "Sit down Roho" I sit between my father and the Luna feeling as though I'm at a parent teacher conference and I'm being tattled on by the principal "now that she's here, let's begin, now we all know that Roro is a very very naughty child who get's into trouble a lot but she is one of our very best warriors and healers in the pack, now Roro the three of us are gathered here because we want to be sure, you're sure about volunteering to go to the Royal City, it will be a whole other ball game child"

The heat of his body enveloped me, and a sigh almost left my lips. “...I am the backbone that gives the Blue Lily pack the strength and courage to stand in the face of our adversaries. I am the heart that pumps the blood of vengeance through the veins of our warrithehee mastermind behind every scheme we have used to conquer our enemies. I am the bane of my enemies and the light of my people. I am their greatest weapon. I am Regina Shepherd, the fucking queen of war, and when I say that this raid isn't going to happen, then it wouldn't happen. ” I turned from his green orbs and stared into the gray eyes of Killian. His face was frozen in a blank look before he cleared his throat and spoke.

They emerged onto a grated balcony overlooking a massive, sunken concrete combat pit. Down in the sand, the fight had just ended. Standing victorious over the twitching, sparked-out remains of a heavy combat cyborg was a woman who looked like she had been forged in a volcano. She was a Kroltan—standing nearly seven feet tall, her skin a deep, hardened crimson laced with natural, jagged bio-armor plating. She dropped a massive, blood-stained kinetic hammer onto the sand, raising her heavily scarred arms as the crowd screamed her name.

Keith growled. "How did the Luna do that," One of the Pack Warriors asked. "Is she a Witch?" Another one asked "No, Luna Ebony is not a Witch. I will not repeat myself again. I want all of you to leave now," Keith said in his Alpha tone, causing everyone to fall to their knees. "Yes, Alpha," they all said "Now go and never speak of what happened today to anyone else. Do you all understand?" Keith said in his Alpha tone so that everyone would have to obey.

she answers quietly, and I look back out at the champions. The Glortinon looks nice. His hair is blonde and he has a good four inches on the dangerous looking Frole. "Have faith in your champion, Fiadh. He seems strong and confident, and even if he doesn't win...I am sure your feelings for him won't change, right? So that means no matter what, you know who you want. The Kea technology can heal just about anything. He will be fine. They are soldiers," Krystal says softly to ease Fiadh and I can't help but nod along with her words.

Before I opened my eyes to check on the poor guy, I was grabbed by my collar and hoisted up to the moon like an auction item. ‘Gladly,’ snarled the deep voice. There was fire in those vacant blue eyes and I could sense the pain of betrayal behind them. Somewhere inside, Keithen was trapped. Blinded. Losing control of his body to the dark whims. There seems to be only one thing I could do to bring Keithen back to his senses. Sparing some energy to stay in the fight against gravity, I blurted, ‘You dumb wolf! Come out and punish me!’