Voltron Keith Kogane Novels & Stories

Keagan raised his hand and made a chopping gesture to cut the photograph that could cut through a tree into two halves. Atticus’ gaze changed slightly. “No wonder all the agents I sent over previously were killed. So, it’s because a master-level powerhouse protects you. “I was wondering how the captain of Team Azure Dracon could take out all of them. “It makes total sense if it’s a master-level powerhouse. Their deaths are justified.” Keagan sneered coldly. “You’re a master just like me, so I believe that you’re not a nobody. My name is Keagan Yale. How about you?”

Tan said and she laughs with Will and Miko, high-fiving each other. Everyone is shocked and in awe at the same time. Because right in front of them, a very fine young man who they already knew and working with for the last two months with a cheery and bubbly personality, changed into someone who screams of authority and domination. Their favorite lovable co-worker Gulf Lewis, turns out to be the lost prince of Trion Empire's Kanatha Trion.

They emerged onto a grated balcony overlooking a massive, sunken concrete combat pit. Down in the sand, the fight had just ended. Standing victorious over the twitching, sparked-out remains of a heavy combat cyborg was a woman who looked like she had been forged in a volcano. She was a Kroltan—standing nearly seven feet tall, her skin a deep, hardened crimson laced with natural, jagged bio-armor plating. She dropped a massive, blood-stained kinetic hammer onto the sand, raising her heavily scarred arms as the crowd screamed her name.

“We can escape together.” But as he whacked aside two Tryn with his tail, Kohl knew that wasn't possible. All the Tryn wanted was fresh dragon meet. He had to do something to buy Taurian and Zayne time to snatch up his stubborn father and get away. The Tryn weren't fools. They'd figure out soon if they hadn't already that Kohl's dad was king. He couldn't let them win...not like this. Kohl closed his eyes and brought the image of his human body into his mind. Closing out his family's roars and the fighting and the Tryn’s guttural yelps. His body shrunk and his bones shortened. He gritted his teeth from the pain of his tail sinking into his flesh.

While the rest prepared for the attack, Kaan introduced me to the men he had mentioned before. Holton was a tall and rather thin guy with a mass of curly blond strands on top of his head. The other one, Dritan, was a much shorter redhead and also not as bulky as most of the warriors in the army. As Kaan explained, Holton was an excellent strategist, and Dritan was an archer and a craftsman, responsible for not-so-often-used-by-shifters weaponry. That would explain why those two were about to stay behind.

It was a thick, burly man, visibly livid with eyes like bronze bells—Earthly Celestial Master Tonks from Thundrum Hall. "How dare you kill Kuto, brat?!" Master Tonks yelled, his overwhelming aura covering the area like a mountain. The Upper Court elites' expressions changed, weaker individuals retreated, and the average-powered like Lady North struggled to remain conscious. Muse, Lux, and other powerful individuals stood firm, feeling the immense pressure. Logan and Azi stood tall and proud, seemingly unaffected. "Come and meet your death if you have a problem with that." Logan flicked his finger. His aura boiled and rolled like a volcano, having recovered over two months, close to reaching

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 growled in my face almost animalistic. I looked away. He threw the bag of food and water in front of me on the bed. “Eat, drink, and then we will play again.” “I’m not being drugged again.” “Drink or I will force you.” I shook my head and threw the bottle against the wall and watched as it burst open, and the water pooled onto the floor. I watched his expression change as anger filled him. He grabbed me around my throat, and I clawed and scratched as much as I could at him but before long, I could feel myself blacking out.

The Elder Wolf fragment coiled above the altar, a swirling mass of shadow and rage, its form shifting between wolf and wraith, a grotesque spectacle of what had once been a noble spirit. Kaelan’s gaze flickered to his side just in time to see Torin intercept a cultist aiming for his back. With a brutal snarl, Torin ripped the enemy apart, the sound of tearing flesh mingling with the cacophony of battle. “You’re getting slow,” Torin spat, shaking the blood off his hands, a smirk playing on his lips despite the chaos around them.

Mina said looking at the four golden warriors who were flying above them protectively. “What have you done? You have ruined everything, if my daughter dies because of your stupidity I will rip you to shreds and feed you to the sharks.” Triton said as his powers surged and water came from out of nowhere lifting him into the air. His hieroglyphics glowed not just blue but also gold, his trident appeared in his hand along with a golden crown that formed on his head.