Voltron Keith Jacket Novels & Stories

“Take off your jacket.” Surprisingly, the man didn’t decline and he complied with Kourtney’s request. He unzipped his camouflage jacket and handed it to her along with the helmet William failed to provide us. The man took one last glance at me before he walked away and Kourtney proceeded to wear the clothing.

“I think I know what to do” The dragon flapped his wings, cutting through the air around them and effortlessly taking off. He soared high. Leader Keith was oblivious to their plan, laughing it off as another one of their effort to kill him. As soon as they started to drift close to Keith, the rider pulled at the shiny object and snatched the locket from around his neck. Leader Keith grunted, falling to his knees and shaking his head. Without the protection of the locket he was defenceless. Javier glowered.

Jone Jackson POV "Look at this leather riding vest," Rebbie Hale says, her fingers smoothing down the tailored black hide as it hugs Jone’s broad, muscular shoulders. "I took off the heavy armor plating and extended the back train so it sweeps down your thighs like an elite warrior's tunic. Wearing it feels entirely different for this ceremony. It is the same basic ceremonial cut, but today, you actually look like a true royal omega mate."

Deep beneath my ribs, the unfamiliar starlight magic of the Eclipse Core was thumping an erratic rhythm, completely anchored to the shallow breathing of the man stepping through the threshold. Kaelen had already stripped himself of his royal Solar garments. He wore a stiff, regular vanguard doublet of dark leather that hung loosely over his broad shoulders. Without his golden fire, he looked humanly small, his chest heaving under an exhaustion that was entirely out of proportion for a regular warrior.

He wore a very smart sea-green velvet jacket over his starch white poet shirt, and his skin-tight trousers were tucked into boots polished to such a gleam I imagined a person could see their reflection clearly in the leather. Every single finger had a ring on them, and he wore a hoop earring in one ear, and a fat diamond in the other. "He should have cut off his hand and started wearing a hook. That would've really brought the whole look together," I whispered. Troy snorted with mirth, shaking his head as Keaton parted the crown, stopping several times to tip his hat toward the onlookers giving him the most judgmental gazes.

I walked closer to her, "You are happy now, right?" "Kat, what are you saying and why are you talking to mother like that?" "Jazrel, stay of this'' Jazrel snatched the paper on my hand and read what was written. "Who is Keith?" Jazrel asked and my mother collected the paper from him but I took it back immediately. "What do you want to see? Keith is a soon-to-be Alpha and has gone back to his pack. Are you satisfied now?" I saw the shock on her face.

“Okay, that's fine. What will you pick?” “The sword, it works better for me with smaller knives just in case.” “My kitten is now a full blown warrior.” He said with a proud smile. “Yes I am. I was taught by the best. We would also pick out protective gear, the tailors would get out sizes so it can reduce the severity of injuries.” I added. “Alpha Thorton is truly going all out this year. He is doing very well but what scares me is that it might cause him some enemies.” Kael said thoughtfully.

Keith I looked at my image in the full-length mirror in front of me. I was clad in a black leather suit that added to my powerful aura. A huge gold ring bearing the insignia of the pack sat on my finger. I inhaled as I recalled Cassian’s conversation from the night before. I would have to caution Olga about the beheadings. She had ordered the deaths of two of her servants already. I did not wish for that to become a pattern under my reign.

That bastard did this. A lump formed in my throat, but I forced it down, stepping forward. My fingers barely brushed against my father’s hand, and I could feel the unnatural cold seeping from his skin. I turned to the pack healer, my voice sharp. “What’s been done so far?” The elderly woman bowed her head. “We’ve tried everything, my Lady. No potion or remedy is working. His body is rejecting all treatment.” Of course, it was. Keith wouldn’t use something ordinary. He was too calculated for that. He had spent too much time lurking in the shadows, waiting for his moment to strike. And now, he was coming for all of us.

He takes up one of his bags, unzipping the top. "I told you, there's not a lot of point giving me a gun. I really don't know what to do with one." Klempner's fishing through the bag. He looks up from under his brows. "You might surprise yourself, James, if it came to it. But it's not a gun I'm thinking of." He tugs out what looks like a plain black gilet, except it has velcro straps at the sides. "Put this on." He smiles at James' blank expression. "Kevlar body jacket. It won't turn you into Superman, but it will give you some protection against gunfire."