Voltron Keys Novels & Stories

Hidden beneath the keyboard housing was a small manual keyway marked with the Sterling family crest. She reached into her pocket, her fingers closing around Julian's card. She pulled it out, turning it over in the red strobe light until her eyes caught something she had not noticed before. Embedded in the slate-grey plastic was a sliding metal pinslot, a physical mechanical override key hidden inside the digital framework. Elara Vance bent down aligning the pin with the keyway beneath the desk and twisted it hard to the right. CLACK-CLACK-CLACK. The entire server vault violently shuddered. The low drone of the cooling towers spiked into a roar as a series of heavy secondary backup generators

Unlocking. Someone had a key.

“What is Zion the key to?” She knows I’m not playing. “The triquetra.” She says, her jaws clenched. “The triquetra? Not enough, try again.” I snarl, my command burning through my voice as I press the barrel of my gun against her neck. “Th- the Sublime Triquetra… the key to turn back time and give everyone a second chance!” she spits. It doesn’t make full sense, but it’s clear he holds the power of something that the Sable did not want to become a reality.

We picked everyone,one after the other. Everyone got into the truck, all panting and gasping for breath. “What a bloody battle” Dimitri said cleaning, pieces of blood soaked flesh off his face. “They’re still following us” Jaden warned, trying to shoot, his gun was empty. “Wait till you see what I got stored for these folks. The same way they killed my parents.” Ride laughed, pulling out a small box. Ten keys were placed on keyholes Inside the box. I stopped the truck and got to the back of the truck where everyone was seated.

Nova said. She reached into her pocket. She tossed something at him. Altair caught it. It was a heavy, rusted wrench. "What is this?" "Insurance," Nova said. She patted the side of the arcade machine. "I have the admin key on a drive inside this cabinet. But it’s encrypted with a rolling code linked to the high score." She inserted a coin into the machine. INSERT COIN. PLAYER 1 READY. "If you want your privileges back, Prince," Nova said, leaning against the joystick, "you have to beat me."

"It’s eight o’clock on a Tuesday, it’s pouring rain, and you’re standing on my mat trying to sell me junk?" "Sir, this isn't just any product," he said, his expression remaining eerily flat. He reached into his case and pulled out a heavy, strangely ornate brass key. "This is a Master-Pattern key. It’s a marvel of engineering. It’s designed to bypass the tumblers of—"

“Mind if I borrow your Cyclone?” Eliora blinks, then a small smile breaks through her panic. “Of course. The keys are in my jacket.” She digs into her pocket and tosses the heavy metal fob across the room. I catch it in one hand, the plastic cold against my palm. “Store these monsters in the back garage,” I tell the butler as I walk past him toward the stairs. “We might actually need them for a real fight someday.” Eliora follows me down the stone steps, her boots clicking loudly against the marble. We walk out into the bright morning air, ignoring the line of elite, rune-carved vehicles that would make any pack alpha green with envy.

Tristan scrunched up his nose from the smell of the poisonous substance against werewolves. "We'll have to wait for them to get the key. The pack warriors are already battling with the rogues." After a few minutes the Beckett siblings came back safe and sound. It is a relief to see them all good. But the key was encased in a plastic zip lock. "The key is made of silver and wolfsbane. We couldn't touch it because it's poisonous." says Jayden. "Then Iris will open the door. She's a human I bet she won't be poisoned." Eris gave the key to her. For some unknown reason when she touched the key it burned her fingers a bit. But the burning seems to be harmless on her skin.

He’s holding a heavy set of keys—keys that belong to the Sergeant-at-Arms. It’s Toby. The kid with the acne scars. The one who slipped me the note from Nikos. He looks up, eyes wide with terror. He drops the keys. They clatter loudly on the steps. "VP," he stammers. "I... I was just..." "Just what?" Drakon lowers his gun slightly, but his finger is tight on the trigger. "Checking the locks?" "Yes! Leon said to check the—" "Liar." Drakon lunges. He grabs Toby by the collar of his cut and hauls him up the stairs. He throws him into the center of the main room.

​It’s beautiful, Silas said, running to the primary console. ​I pulled the iron key from my pocket. In the center of the console was a single, physical lock. No touchscreens, no biometrics. Just a mechanism of gears and pins. I inserted the key and turned it. ​The Vocalist roared to life. The copper coils began to glow with a deep, resonating blue, and the crystal arrays turned into a pillar of white light that shot straight up through the roof of the silo and into the sky. ​Inputting the codes! Silas shouted, his fingers flying across the book’s pages. Thorne, the moon is at zenith! They’re firing!