Marian In Robin Hood Novels & Stories

Ariadne's eyes burn, tears falling down her raw cheeks. "Your little friends are alive, though," Robin whispers casually. "But don't be too happy. They're all going to Harry, and I don't know what that old, crazy man has in store." Ariadne bites hard on the inside of her cheek to keep from talking. Robin laughs. "Did you know he wanted me to bind you up in silver? Like you're dangerous? But we both know that's not necessary, Doll. You're nothing. You'll always be nothing, just a pretty hole begging to be filled."

A secret that no one knew; not for now. But she was still with the coven and the pack. It was not betrayal she was doing—at least according to her definition of betrayal. But, as they say, keep your friends around you but make sure to keep your enemies closer. That is precisely what Romaine Eastwood Zadzisai had been doing, and will be doing. She was strolling in this forest. This is the forest that she first taught Rozelyn on how to haunt. Mary’s Forest is what the locals call because of this being a virgin—just like the namesake of the forest who was a famous biblical figure, the Virgin Mary.

Get the final seal ready. Selene's heart skipped a beat. Thirteen minutes. She forced her head to turn, her muscles screaming. Three figures in hoods stood at the edge of the circle. One held a curved knife with a hole in the middle for stealing power. Another carried a stone bowl covered in red symbols. The third, closest to her, pulled down his hood. Maris. Her heart sank. Not a servant. Not scared. Not desperate. Smiling. But it wasn't the smile she remembered. It was twisted and hungry.

"Nonsense, I don't believe you..you will have to answer to lord robin himself do you hear me?" Said the head maid angrily and just then, the deep voice of the said man was heard. "And that she will!" Said Robin as he made his way in with his men behind him. Upon seeing Robin, the all bowed down in greeting but Robin was too angry to even care, he had his eyes fixed on only one person in the room and that was Maria. "You? What's your name?" He asked coldly and hearing that, Maria who was still shocked about the matter, said shakenly, "It's Maria, My Lord!"

The minutes ticked by like hours as I struggled to keep the witch in my sights. And then, a glimmer of movement caught my eye. I spotted a flash of blonde hair in the crowd. It was similar to Maria's hair. I followed the trail. It didn't take me long to find Marian. I found her surrounded by a group of men, her powers of seduction in full display. Anger and frustration bubbled within me as I strode towards her. What on earth was she doing? This was a mission of life and death yet all she cared about was flirting with a bunch of warlocks?

"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.

When they got the data from the Triad and found out that their next target was the Rokohorta Academy, the team were at a loss on how they would manage to continue operating in the city while being in the mountains. Then, Maryan’s name was called. Two years ago, she was just an ordinary assistant and now, she was in charge of half of their army. She again looked towards the mountains. Patience always wins. She will soon conquer the mountain, not just its castles, but the whole region of the Rigiddin.

Maria smiled up at him. "It was no problem!" Richard returned Maria's smile before glaring coldly at the goblin. The rose not only shielded Maria but absorbed the flames of the spear, transforming into a flaming red rose. The rose scattered into petals on Richard's command, hurling straight at the goblin, wrapping him in a ball, burning him alive. "One down, but we still have to worry about big-ugly!" Maria pointed her eyes towards the angry orc, dissatisfaction written on his face when something odd began to occur.

Until the rightful revenge that they deserve has to finally serve! Meanwhile, Mariya have yet to feel her knees to come back to its strength. It wobble through whenever she try to stand, her hands on the table as the young man in red robe finally gotten through the way to where she stood with her trying might. “You...” Mariya pointed her finger to the approaching man. Whatever his reason to approach her, she has no way to know. Yet she feel nothing more than to just not fall asleep. And if this young man can do the work...she will atleast spared him a minute. “I saw you...what you done to that...” her voice was those of drunkard, though she never have a single glasses.