Keith Kogane Voltron Novels & Stories

And at the center of it all, undefeated, untouchable, was Kane Shawn. Standing at 6'5", with a body carved from years of brutal discipline, he was a titan among men. His blonde curls were damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead as he rolled his shoulders, his enormous arms flexing with ease. His skin glistened under the dim lights, his six-pack rippling with every movement. But it was his face that truly set him apart a masterpiece of sharp lines and perfect imperfections. His light blue eyes had the power to pierce through a man's soul, making even the most confident opponents hesitate. His lips, full and sinful, often twisted into a smirk that made women weak and men envious.

Koji said. “Then, it’s your fault to neglect your own responsibility!” Rian casts thunder from his index finger to Koji. Koji seems reluctant to move, but suddenly Katon appears in front of him changing his palm into metal. His palm absorbs that thunder and he channels the current into the ground. “Katon...” “Sorry for being impudent, boss. If you are reluctant to confront him. Then...” Katon draws his pen and turns it into a metal staff. ”Let me replace you to confront him.” Katon gives Rian a cold gaze.

It clung to my ribs like a second skin, instantly compressing my muscles and stabilizing my posture with mechanical precision. I stepped back out into the center lane of the locker bay, adjusting the heavy cobalt-trimmed zipper at my collar. Kane was already waiting near the exit archway, leaning his massive frame against the titanium wall. The navy kit made him look even more imposing, the dark fabric mapping the sheer, violent leverage of his shoulders and chest. The gold accents of his collegiate branding were gone, replaced entirely by the sleek, silver Vanguard crest stamped directly over his heart. "Suits you, rookie," he murmured, his low rumble bouncing off the metal lockers as his d

I spat, my voice laced with venom. But Jake just shook his head, his expression pitying. "Oh, Sean," he said, his voice soft. "You have no idea what you're up against." I felt a surge of anger rise within me, but before I could respond, Jake held up a hand, cutting me off. "Listen," he said, his tone serious. "I can help you. But you have to trust me." I hesitated, torn between my pride and the desperate need for answers. Could I trust Jake, after everything that had happened? Or was he just leading me further down the rabbit hole?

Triven indeed suffered a great loss after their battle with Gorgor. So many rangers were on their recovery beds, including Nexine, while some others were laid to rest in honor, and following this suit was Florate. His death really came as a shock to all who knew him very well and what he was capable of. But what could they expect? The war was against a very powerful foe, the one world that always stood as a nemesis against Triven—Gorgor.