Voltron Galra Keith Novels & Stories

“Carlos is not Drake. You know that.” “That doesn’t mean I trust him,” Kael hissed, his eyes glowing faintly gold with suppressed fury. Kael tried stepping around Ranan, but a second hand grabbed his arm—Galen, another of their old pack brothers, flanked him. Zev’s friends quickly moved in as well, their presence a wall of reason between Kael and the river.

The moment they were gone, I shifted back to human form and ran to Keith. He was lying on the ground. His chest was covered in black veins. The dark energy was spreading fast. Corrupting. Killing. "Keith," I said. My hands shook as I reached for him. "Why did you do that?" Keith's eyes opened. They were unfocused. Filled with pain. "Had to," he whispered. "Had to protect you." "You idiot," I said. Tears were running down my face. "You complete idiot." Keith coughed. Blood came up. The black veins spread further.

Linking my arm through Jade’s I began pulling her along to follow the boys. “Come on, try to get there before the sun starts coming up.” We met up with the guys, which Kellan had already shifted into a large green Dragon, but while he was magnificent, it wasn’t nearly as impressive as Cyran’s Dragon. Once we were all settled on Kellan’s Dragon, luggage and all, Kellan spread his gigantic wings and flapped them a few times before taking off into the night sky.

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."

"Hehe. Don't worry…" Troy sneered savagely. "I won't make a mistake, for the sake of my son and nephew's revenge." Pausing, he then sighed. "Shame that I lost Thunder, Bolt, Galen, and Blaze to Frank. He's more impressive than I thought." "Indeed." Kilian nodded as well. He was sure that Frank had completed Birthright rank at best, but he was now wary after Troy's men and his nephew were all killed.

he added while smiling at me. “Vroxious, as expected, escaped the prison world, manipulated the Wizard hunters and made them listen and follow him,” Galactus said. “We need to move people from him before the war starts,” Gabriel said, “Yes, we can move them to my kingdom and let them be there until the war ends,” Galactus suggested, “That’s a good idea,” Geralt said, “Since Thizia is covered with magic, Vroxious won’t be able to do any harm to the people,” Raphael said, “After the time when he attacked us, mom made sure he doesn’t put his leg on our ground again,” he added.

His mind was focused, his moves precise. “Push forward!” Kael urged, his voice a constant presence in the minds of his warriors. Kael found himself face-to-face with Kevin’s Beta,Theron, the massive gray wolf snarling as it lunged at him. Kael sidestepped and countered with a powerful strike, his claws raking across the Beta’s side. The wolf yelped but didn’t back down, circling Kael with a murderous gleam in its eyes. “You’re fighting for a traitor,” Kael growled, his tone sharp and cutting. “Stand down, and you might live to see another day.”

That set Keith off so much that he immediately snarled, "Very well then! Since you have a death wish, I will gladly fulfill you!" With that, he sprang into action, cocked his fist, and brought it straight down toward Liam's chest, channeling so much energy in his punch that it was more than enough to cripple a grown man in an instant. Keith was very confident in himself; he was one of the best martial artists in the entire Drunham City garrison, and after many years of training and evaluation, he had recently attained the title of First Order War King. He was set to attend a secret program that was being held in the capital next month, which was aimed at scouting out the most elite soldiers

His powers and abilities had, at long last, begun to revive themselves. Keith grabbed his wrist to remove it from his collar. "Raymond, leave him." Beta Justin told him. Raymond did not pay attention to what Justin said and instead glared at Keith. He intended for Keith to suffer the same fate as Nathan, whom he had rendered sterile. "She is not my maid. She is my personal fighter. You know what personal means. If you want to hurt me, she will be the first one who will come to kill you." The tone of Keith's speech was one of utter delight.

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.