Voltron Force Keith Novels & Stories

she teased softly, her smile pulling him back from the storm in his mind. Keith lowered the blade, but the tension in his jaw remained. “I don’t know how much longer I can stand it, Leanne. They’re binding me to her as if I have no will of my own. My father, my brothers, even the Sunlit Alpha. They all look at me as if I am a thread in their tapestry to pull tight where it suits them.” Leanne stepped closer, her hand brushing against his arm. “You’re not a thread. You’re the loom itself, Keith. They only treat you this way because you let them. You could fight this, you could fight for us.”

Everybody was treating him like a volcano, which could erupt at any time. “Not enough. Buy more.” Kieth sharply responded. “Yes Sir.” The assistant ran as fast as if he was being chased by dogs. Keith smirked at the assistant’s act. He picked up his coat and drove straight to his house. He went to the underground training center. He fought with his bodyguards. He hit viciously. He got hit but he never winced or stopped. Even when blood seeped through his knuckles he never stopped. His agitation was increasing. No amount of pain could give him any relief. In his mind, Amelia’s sweet smile lingered like a fragrance.

Although he had only been playing on the skateboard, there were people nearby to secretly protect him and prevent any mishaps. Keith had come to the shade at the main door. He had approached Troy's bodyguards and ordered, "All of you, go away. I want to talk to my brother." But the bodyguards hadn't listened to Keith. They had the responsibility to protect Troy, as ordered by York. They had been Troy's personal bodyguards. Therefore, even though Keith was the Ritter family's second son, they hadn't obeyed his command. Seeing this, Keith had shouted again, "Did you all hear me? Get lost! I want to talk to my brother."

Walter beamed as he explained. Sierra raised her hand with question, “Tell me about this man first.” “Right, you wouldn’t know,” Keith answered, “He was a merch like us. Really famous and expensive. We had the same missions a couple of times.” “He’s strong,” Xion added, “Probably the strongest man in terms of physical power.”

It was Keith Tristan Lancester. Keith became a powerful CEO after his father resigned from his position. The first thing he did after Keith became the CEO of their company was to take down the businesses of Andrew Gartin. And he only finished this task in just a month. Though Andrew tried to save his company, it was all useless.

However, if she used it now, then she didn't know how to stop it. Thinking for too long, the monstrous creatures drew near to her and were ready to attack her. "Graaaaokk ..." the two strange creatures jumped and bit her back. "Aagh..." "Graaaakk... graaaokk..." Seeing Nathania being attacked, Keith felt very angry. He couldn't let this happen. "You bastard...! get out of the way you bastard!" he said as he kicked and punched the strange creatures hanging from his body. Upon gaining power, Keith immediately used his power and moved the trees to drag those monstrous creatures away. The tree branches functioned like hands that gripped the creatures and threw their bodies like a rock.

Thor broke slowly into a smile, an evil, crooked smile. "And why should I help you? I might just sit here and rot, just for the sake of not giving you what you want. Besides,” he added, “you already punched a hole in the wall—I can break out now without you. In fact, I think I will.” Thor stepped up and shoved Kyle, and Kyle felt himself go flying back through the air, smashing hard into the wall. Kyle was shocked. He hadn’t remembered Thor being that strong. Maybe all the centuries of waiting had built a tremendous strength in him.

Sonya was so frightened she nearly collapsed onto the ground. Who was Keith? A body-enhancement ability user—and the second-in-command here, just below Agatha. Though it was only rumor, people said dozens of women had been played to death by Keith. A body-type ability user naturally possessed immense strength. During those acts, even the slightest excess force could break a woman—sometimes kill her outright. Even the women who survived his attention were usually ruined, left with severe psychological scars and lasting physical injuries. "I will! I will!" Sonya nodded frantically, her small face pale as paper.