Fire Emblem Awakening Chrom X Robin Novels & Stories

Robin said, wiping the rogue’s blood on his leg. “What?” Robin stripped the rogue’s armor off his body and pushed them at me. I pulled the armored vest over my head. The blood from the rogue’s throat had already soaked through the front of it. Robin covered his hand in blood and wiped it over my arms. I jerked away in disgust. “What are you doing?” I asked. Robin grabbed me by the shoulder to keep me in place. “Stay still.” He continued smearing it on my arms and on my chest.

He had a long narrow face with a round chin and was clean-shaven. He wore a black armored robe with gold and red trim. On both the front and back of the robe was a Phoenix sleeping in the midst of a storm made entirely of sapphires. The shoulders were studded gold, as were the armored plates that covered the sides, back, and chest of the robe. He also wore black armored gauntlets and boots. From the scent of him, he was from one of the Eterna Phoenix Tribe. And from his worried demeanor, Kronos guessed it had been a while since he had seen battle.

The person who disturbed her also flinched, surprised by Raven’s sudden reaction. “You always pop out of nowhere,” Raven spoke as she took in deep controlled breaths. Robin smiled at Raven’s words. “You are just always deep in your thoughts which is why you don’t know what happens around you.” Robin is one of the omegas assigned to help with the renovation project and the first person that Raven has become close with in the packhouse aside from the Alpha and Luna which explains why she is not being formal around her. Robin has an interesting attitude. She’s kinda shameless who doesn’t care about what people will think about heras long as she gets to be herself.

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.

Susan I recognized the figure the moment he appeared in my doorway. Alpha Robin of Wood Pack. From the way Robin was acting, the protective fury in his voice when he demanded Evelyn's release, it was obvious he had feelings for her. More than professional concern. More than pack alliance obligations. The man was practically vibrating with rage over a common healer.

It certainly wasn't southern human. Robin was a small man. At least in comparison to Xander and John. He might've been about half a foot taller than myself, with curly brown hair and one gray eye, one gold. Apparently heterochromia was the mark of a turned Were. Awesome. Good to know I was part of a secret club of Turneds that could never assimilate fully into society because our flipping eyes gave us away. "The Godmothers are always working behind the scenes, Robin. I'm pretty sure you would never have ended up Alpha of Sure Wood without the assistance of a Godmother."

Robin asks curiously, I didn’t do it intentionally, but maybe I subconsciously chose a route without surveillance cameras? “Maybe you’re getting rusty.” I say with a small shrug, Robin lets out a breathy chuckle, rolling his eyes. Pam exhales, falling into a seat behind her. Eva pulls away from me, sniffing. And my chest tightens, all of them should be in bed, except Robin, he doesn’t go to sleep the same time as humans. “Where have you been?” Asher asks, voice cold and detached.

Robin said, wiping the rogue’s blood on his leg. “What?” Robin stripped the rogue’s armor off his body and pushed them at me. I pulled the armored vest over my head. The blood from the rogue’s throat had already soaked through the front of it. Robin covered his hand in blood and wiped it over my arms. I jerked away in disgust. “What are you doing?” I asked. Robin grabbed me by the shoulder to keep me in place. “Stay still.” He continued smearing it on my arms and on my chest.

Isn't there some affection for him, despite the fact that Robin is aware of Bruno? But Robin feels nothing for him. He saw only a glimmer of hope in finding his wife. Without hesitation, he straightened the weapon on his phony brother's left chest. That paper will bring him together with Poppy, and he will take it. However, his hand trembled slightly, as if to keep him from acting recklessly. He flashes back to their childhood, when Rafael called him brother with a broad smile. “Your hands appear to be trembling, Robin.” Rafael chuckled lightly. “I know you must still care for me deep down in your heart.”