Blackfire Robin Novels & Stories

Third Person POV A black SUV comes to a sudden halt in front of an old shack. The dim light turns on inside, and an old man with a body length walking stick comes out. His eyes are white matching his head full of slivered hair, midback length. He wears an old dark gray robe and slips his flip flops on to step outside. "Blake son! Is that you?" The old wolf says. The SUV door opens and Blake makes his way out wearing combat uniform, matching with the uniforms his warriors wear.

Black shouted, in a deep, raspy voice with a slight hoarseness, completely different from Zain 's, especially as his shriek was angry. “I’ll finish you,” Jon muttered to Black laughing sarcastically, “No one can finish me, Jon.” He was not surprised that the other knew him, he knows how smart his opponent is. "Yes, I can finish you when I finish this girl here," he sneered, only to be shrieked by Renee afterwards! without even touching it Zain and his wolf almost went crazy. Black turned to Lucas, who recites spells and curses, did he get his book back without noticing!!!

He shifts but doesn't get off the floor, groaning in pain. A samurai tattoo with two coiled snakes peeks from his armor just below his arm. I recognize him as a member of the Blackthorn family, one of the top families of pure breeds in the Shadow pack, raising potential alphas and women vying to be the alpha's bride even after he chose me. My eyes harden, even as I crouch down to his level. To think they would send one of their underdogs to challenge the future Luna to a fight. I bend down and lift him by his shoulders, making my face level with his.

Still, he took in a deep breath, steadying himself for whatever came next. And then he heard a familiar voice. "Smoke?" He didn't need to look up to know who it was. Finch. Always lurking in the shadows, always waiting for the right moment to drop his dispassionate observations. Roberto turned, already irritated, but also resigned. "What are you doing here?" he asked, voice tight with the frustration of the day. Finch shrugged, offering him a cigarette. "Maybe I'm praying for my immortal soul," he said, that trademark smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.

Robin's voice, angry now. The door flung open, and Robin stormed out, his face dark with fury. He strode directly to me, stopping so close I could feel the heat radiating from him. "Who did this to her?" he demanded, his voice a low growl. I held his gaze steadily. "The Northern Rogues." "Bullshit." His eyes flashed crimson, wolf rising close to the surface. He moved forward, using his height and Alpha presence to loom over me, trying to overwhelm me with his power. "How do you make sense in all of this?"

I’d make sure she understood exactly what she’d be dealing with if she dared touch anyone I cared about. “Get behind me,” Aries growled, suddenly at my side. But I didn’t move—not an inch. My blood was pumping. Not from fear, but from something deeper. Wilder. It was like a call. My veins felt hot, like my body had been thrust into a furnace. Another attacker hurled a fireball into the field. Robin leapt forward, shifting mid-air into his wolf form and tackling the man to the ground with a massive paw. The flames fizzled out on the scorched grass, hissing like vipers.

He immediately shouted out: "Has the forensics team arrived yet?" "Sir, they're on their way." The man who answered him is a young police. The man looks around the area, involuntarily frowns, “Turn off this damn sound." As he spoke, he pointed at the playing vintage cassette player. After a while, he noticed a handsome young man who was touching and measuring something next to the victim's body, especially the mysterious black rose. The young man mutters: "Black rose- revenge, punishment and death, hmmm, how interesting”.

This time Fane used six gray-black daggers, putting him on even ground with Robin. Robin was breathing heavily and his face was flushed. He was feeling angrier than ever. His hands trembled as he looked at Fane with gritted teeth. He swung his staff to attack again, but all of his attacks were neutralized within a few seconds by the gray-black daggers. He became more and more shocked whenever his attack was blocked by the gray-black daggers. He was not the only one as the others were also watching with eyes wide open as if they had seen a ghost.