Keith Kogane Voltron Novels & Stories

Storm Corps’ members Keo, Maison, Dray, and the others were the ones leading the group. “What’s the situation, Agor? How could there be people in Hathe City who dare to push our Storm Corps around?” As soon as he got out of the car, a sturdy man walked up to him and shouted loudly. This man was Keo. He ranked second in Storm Corps. Keo was also a Transcendent powerhouse. “It was done by the entourage of a guy named Young Master Vladimir,” Agor grumbled angrily while pushing the glasses on the bridge of his nose.

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.

For the chain was made from a melted black blade made by their Ancestors. “Tyrone.” It was Keith who was calling the great hunter, his voice sounding awfully shaky. Tyrone couldn’t blame him though, after what they’ve been through. Anyone would be shaken like that. Even the other elite Hunters and Huntresses needed to take a breather and let the fact that an army of bones attacked them. “What is it, Keith?” The young man hesitates. He always has this strange feeling whenever he sees Tyrone. Keith nibbled on his lower him and his toes began to curl under his boots. “Zepar is calling for you.”

Kyo has a height of 5'4, and is heavily built, he wears a white priest robe which has a hoodie that conceals his hair and has a pair of jade eyes. “ Step away from the devil” Kyo articulated, His hand beaming with metaphysical Essence, using the first Hieroglyph, the root Hieroglyph which allowed him mastery over the elements, all five of them. The light forged a thunderbolt that was twelve meters in length and twenty three meters in diameter. The wind gathered around the thunderbolt that was focused on the beam before him, without awaiting an answer Kyo threw the bolt at the duo, while another took its place

Kylian’s POV “Mr. K, are you sure you want to attend Princess Della’s inauguration dinner in Wakeland?” Roger tried to clarify. The monotonous voice of a warrior echoed from the other end of the call. Swiveling my chair away from my window, I smiled with confidence. “Of course.” I’ve never been more sure in my life. Roger was one of the great warriors whom I encountered at one battle I’ve been in. I saved his life from being a rogue, and in return, he vowed to be my agent even when he only saw my wolf and never my human form.

Captions range from stunned to ecstatic: “WHITFORD TECH IS DEAD. LONG LIVE HARPER-KANE” “Livia Kane just rebranded the entire company and erased her ex’s name in one clean stroke. That’s not revenge, that’s POETRY.” “The white rose wrapped in black thorns… the symbolism is insane. She turned his betrayal into her brand. Iconic.” Someone posted the photo of me walking into the building this morning, white suit open over the bump, head high, Alexander at my side. Caption: “Pregnant fertility goddess takes the throne and rebrands the empire. We are not worthy.”

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.