Voltron Keith Jacket Novels & Stories

Keith explained, his brow furrowing with contemplation. "As I think back on it now, the whole situation seemed suspicious. Jake didn't put up much of a fight, almost as if he wanted to lose. Tapping out prevented me from finishing him off, which only heightened my suspicions about his true intentions. I started to believe he planned to plant his mate in my pack, using her to quietly take over my territory. Choosing the six million felt like the best way to protect myself and my pack. His time to start making payments had come and gone, and when I tried to contact him, he kept asking for more time until he eventually vanished," Keith recounted.

But his voice carried a sincerity that cut through my panic, and after a moment, I pushed myself up, my legs wobbly, and unlatched the door open. Keith stood there, his brown eyes wide with concern, his backpack slung over one shoulder. He held out a sleek, silver can, its surface etched with strange, swirling symbols that caught the fluorescent light. “Here,” he said, offering it to me. “It’s an energy drink. It’ll help you feel…better, you just have to trust me on this one….” I eyed the drink suspiciously, fingers twitching at my sides. “Never seen anything like this before,” I said cautiously. “Are you sure it’s safe? I mean, what if it makes things worse? Or messes with me?”

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

he said in a threatening tone before walking away. Keith nodded his head silently. He cursed at their protectiveness over Valentina Rodriguez. The woman who messes with his head from the very first time he saw her. He had been threatened worse than this before. But, his own best friends? “I am their fucking leader!” Keith helplessly shouted to no one in particular. His phone on the table rang, and he slowly stood up and limped towards the table. Keith saw Brandon name’s on it. He picked it up and put it on his ear.

I replied but then felt his grip on my neck tighten fast and I could hardly breathe. "You lied. You said you loved me so casually that I almost believed you." Keith said. There was almost a look of hurt in his eyes but it died as quick as his conscience. Keith let go of my neck and I breathed greedily for oxygen, coughing at the same time, "You could have killed me you fucking bastard!" I screamed. Keith forcibly straightened me up, slamming my back against the wall, "Answer my question." he said, in a sinister voice, "why are you dressed like this?"

Earth had been transformed into an interstellar fortress armed to the teeth. On the top floor of Sterling Tower, Katherine secured a chest plate shimmering with dark gold and ice-blue light onto Jack’s torso. This was the "Valkyrie-Apex" combat armor. It was the flawless fusion of Earth’s highest tech, the Old Ones' divine runes, and the Remnant Fleet’s anti-entropy alloys, custom-tailored for the Planet's Alpha.

They were from the Midnight Guardians pack, fully clothed, and they wouldn’t try anything funny because they were saving themselves for their mates. And that’s how Keith found himself in this lab, spacing out while contemplating his life choices. Keith felt like he merged with the chair he was sitting on, and he became furniture. A sad ending for someone with a promising future. He remembered how he was excelling in academics, and he proved himself as a worthy warrior; he became a coach and started a lucrative business of protein shakes, and... now he was sitting in a room with five females and being ignored.

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.

Or maybe it was just… him. "Good morning. How was your sleep?" Keith asked in hisusual and friendly voice as he turned from the stove. A fresh plate of pancakes landed on the counter with a soft clink. He wore black slacks, a half-buttoned dress shirt, and a tie slung lazily around his neck like he hadn’t decided whether or not to commit to it yet. His sleeves were rolled. His hair was damp from a shower but messy like he hadn’t touched a comb. I blinked.

They were all on leather jackets and thready dark gloves and black trousers, and had red-ringed calloused hands. ‎Except the brothers. ‎Kendrick was on nothing more than a hockey size jacket, grey pants and a red painted baseball bat in his hand that looked quite like steel. Kael was dressed in dark joggers and a tank top. ‎Where the hell was the shirt I'd seen him on just five minutes ago? ‎And Kiean, I could swear that he had suits on but now the blazer was gone, glossy strands kept flying against his forehead and both sleeves of his white shirt had been rolled up.