Apprentice Robin Novels & Stories

" Robin defended with a scowl. Robin was eighteen when he got his powers for the first time. Most Faeries get their powers at the age of twelve. Due to being away from Faeries for years, he had no experience or knowledge of how to use his powers. When he finally got them, he was so excited to show them to his two best friends. He tried making a ball of light from the river next to their cabin but all that came out was sparkles. When he finally perfected luminescence, Diana and Rudolph finally got the heart to laugh at his failed tries.

Robin made his way to the kingdom's shrine, his heart heavy with worry and uncertainty. As he approached the entrance to the shrine, he was greeted warmly by the chief priest, a wise old man who had been serving the gods for many years. They exchanged pleasantries, and Robin explained his reason for visiting. "I come seeking guidance," he said. "We are facing a great challenge, and I fear we may not emerge victorious." The chief priest nodded gravely. "The gods are aware of your struggles, my son. Let me consult with them and see what they have to say."

“Well. So, do I need to practice shooting now? Let's just cancel it.” Robin appears to be very busy reading something on the computer screen. He ignored Poppy's question. “I'm talking—” Poppy's words were cut short when Robin's men arrived unexpectedly. “Sir, the shooting range is ready.” “Antonio will teach you later. I will finish my work in a minute.” Poppy nodded. If she is with Antonio, she will not be concerned if Robin is not present. She recognizes Antonio as a good and polite man. However, Robin quickly changed his mind. The incident in the apartment yesterday has made Robin wary of Antonio.

Seeing that Robin wasn't willing to budge, Terence became even more displeased. Robin took a deep breath and looked at him calmly. "Mr. Weiss, I'm an only child. My parents worked hard all their lives to raise me. They won't agree to let me become someone else's mistress."

Axel Roe eats fast and, as mom keeps asking her endless questions like she's a criminal and my mother is an ex FBI agent. "So you graduated from Harvard? Isn't that a prestigious school?" My jaw slacks, barely reaching the floor. I had no idea that Robin studied at Harvard. That's why she's freaking intelligent and confident. She speaks eloquently and classily. "My parents died early, but that made sure I had a roof in my head and proper education."

“What do you do?” Michael straightened a little, grateful for the opening. “Uh, I work at the gym in town. Personal trainer, but I’m thinking about opening my own place someday.” Robin raised an eyebrow, his expression giving nothing away. “Ambitious.” Michael nodded, forcing a grin. “Gotta start somewhere, right?” Robin didn’t respond, just gave a slight nod before turning his attention back to his plate. Dana jumped in, sensing the awkwardness. “Robin’s a bit of a fitness nut too. He used to run marathons back in the day. Maybe you two could go for a run sometime?”

Robin excitedly grabbed my hand and led me back to the living room. I watched him as he pushed his stool in place before sitting down. When Robin began playing, I was blown away. He was phenomenal! Robin wasn't just capable of playing; he was born for it. I couldn't believe that his little fingers were moving that fast or how he even remembered which key to press and when. Robin was simply a genius. When he finished, I gave him a high five and couldn't stop beaming with pride.

The rebellion leaders all stared at me with saddened eyes when I had recounted the effect it had on me, but their faces soon turned sour at the thought that some of us might be put under its influence during the fight. “I have some experience with botany. I volunteer to look into it.” Count Robin said with assurance. “Please direct me to the healer that made the counteracting agent. I also know of another person who could help. She worked in an apothecary store before going into hiding. She should arrive any day now. I’ll try to find everything I can before the week is done.”

he ordered, and his ever by his side assistant diligently received the gift on his behalf, looking as dutiful and trustworthy as ever. I smirked inwardly, Poor Robin. Gentle and obedient, like a lamb. Yet actively helping to plot his master's downfall in the dark. So sad. He doesn't even know I am his online Ally. And boy, he would never find out. “Another wine?” Ace frowned when Robin presented the open box to him. “Ah ah, the first fruit of my vine. It's not just any wine. It's my own special brand that I'm yet to launch.”

Working late into the night until she became so pale Robyn tore herself away from our bed to take her best friend out onto the cliffs for a distraction. Four years on Corbin remains a machine. Short dark hair, grey eyes, sharp all black clothes. Never changing. So focused, finger on every single beat and pulse in the pack. He hasn’t needed much guidance from myself. I have been there to advise the bridges, the warrior selection and new buildings. Practical matters I can lose myself in before returning exhausted, not only to my gorgeous dancer, but to my beautiful children. They search my pockets for carvings, knowing a piece for Artem’s toy carriage or a bird whistle for Lucy will appear if