Maid Marian Robin Hood Novels & Stories

Marina. She was seen with all the victims right before they died, and she discovered two of the dead bodies. Those bodies were even marked with her lipstick. So it was a no-brainer that she was the one who killed all of them. I hope it was enough for the FBI to investigate her. I knew they had already questioned her several times. I wish they would do something sooner as I was still upset about Aaron. I loved Aaron. He was more than just a maid's son to me. And I knew he loved me back. He always tried to take care of me. So, him dying was the last thing I ever wanted. Now he was gone, and it was all Marina's fault.

Rozi said in disgust while covering her nose, “Why are you doing something so lowly if you’re so cowardly? You should’ve just stayed home and tended to your fields.” Adrian kicked up a bow while punching the archer next to him. He then retrieved some arrows and shot at the roc in the air. Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! A shower of arrows rained down on the roc. There was no way that it could run. It lost a couple of feathers, and some of the arrows pierced its chest. Marissa seized the opportunity to escape back to Medicis Manor. Relieved that Marissa got away, he scanned the people in the forest. More them half of them had fled. Only a couple were left frozen stiff.

Maria hovering above a bloodied body, pain and fear so scarred in her once beautiful green eyes. “it’s me Maria, you can put the gun down” I raised my hand up, my eyes glancing to Rocco slouched on the ground before returning back to Maria. She flexed her fingers around the pistols handle yet again her eyes warning me or maybe daring me to make a move.

About a mile through the winding twists and turns, a pack of waterlogged hellhounds blocks the road. Marinah, with a bloodcurdling shout, picks up speed. At the last minute, she goes into a perfect slide, laying her bike down, taking out the front row of hellhounds like they're bowling pins. We wear stretchy pants so we can shift easily. They only half protect her from road rash but she doesn't care. The material shreds and hangs from one bloody thigh when she comes off the bike with her sword drawn. If I wouldn't look foolish while she does all the work, I would stand back and simply admire her incredible beauty as she kills everything in her path. Unfortunately, hellhounds call and I need

Brodie got out of her seat and came to her chair. Mrs. Brodie bent over and hugged Marian then whispered in her ear, “Don’t leave too soon, sweet Marian. I like you and expect you to lasso my boy Rand. He needs a woman with a good heart.” Marian blushed when she kissed her cheek. Mrs. Brodie headed to the kitchen. “Is anyone other than me ready for my lemon meringue pie?” Several hands raised. “I’ll get it. The rest of you take your time finishing.” Marian ate most of her meal. Though the delicious food couldn’t keep her attention long. Not when so much was going on around her. She did eat her pie. She saw Rand grin at her as she practically licked her lips at the end.

"I hope you're going to satisfy my curiosity without a great deal of roundaboutation." "My dear aunt, when have I ever been other than direct?" She looked at him shrewdly. "Want a favour, do you? Can't imagine what it is but you'd better be quick about asking. Marian will be back by one and I gather you'd rather not have her listening." Marian Winford was a faded spinster cousin of Lady Hillsborough's who lived with her, filling the post of companion to the fashionable old lady. "I sent her to Gillard's when I got your note," she added in explanation.

Red pouted over to his wife. Maryan fisted her hands on her hips and glared playfully back at her husband. “Maybe it was because you were feeling up another woman.” Appalled that she would suggest something like that Red held his hand over his heart. “I was just being the gallant knight that you’ve always wanted me to be by saving a damsel in distress.” Maryan’s smile broke through as she took a step closer to her husband. She lifted her pale slim hand up to his cheek and moved bits of hair away from his brow. Her dark brown eyes were heated with adoration.

“Tom, if you can take care of this matter, I’ll give you Marina’s hand in marriage. I’m sure the two of you can work together to lead the merfolk to glory.” Everyone was shocked, including Tom, who was in disbelief. No one expected that Moray would ask Tom to marry Marina. Even the fish creatures were shocked. Although they were enemies, they knew that Marina was the merfolk's holy maiden. Tom had been protecting the holy maiden over the years, so he was a servant without a doubt. It was ironic to hear that a servant was worthy enough to marry the holy maiden.

ROD SWAM from one side of the High Councilman’s office to the other in what was sure to be record-breaking time, scat-tering the shoal of synchronized damselfish he’d hired for his wife’s surprise party who were rehearsing in the corner. Mariana backed out of her brother’s way, bumping up against the sideboard that held busts of all the previ-ous High Councilmen and almost knocking the newest addition off. She hadn’t wanted to be the bearer of bad tidings for just this reason. She’d known Rod wouldn’t react well. Angel was so going to pay for this. Mariana righted their father’s likeness. “Yes, Rod. But she was in the water last night, so it’s no big deal. She’ll be back in before her time r

“Their grandmother lived in the woods at the edge of the village, preferring to be away from the village to commune better with Hecate. But the grandmother was very old and frail. She needed food brought to her each week. That was Marie and Marion’s job. They were to collect the meals from their aunts and take them to their grandmother. Their mother always insisted that they go together, for their powers were stronger that way and anything that they might come upon in the forest wouldn’t be able to hurt them, as long as they were together. “Marion was extremely obedient to her family and always did just as she was asked. But Marie was wilder. She often went into the forest alone or me