Robin Arkham Asylum Novels & Stories

They were hurt pretty badly because of Eros' torture but are now recovering. "Their names are Raven and Howel. Make sure to interrogate them separately and don't let them alone in one room," he explained to his right-hand man. If they are left alone, they might make up a story to fool them. Raven, the assassin who revealed his name and bowed down to Eros' wishes when they were in the arena because his brother, Howel, was stabbed and bleeding to death. He cared too much for his brother, making it his weakness.

Robin smiled and pulled me along with him as Ryan chuckled behind as I struggled, but Robin gripped my hands tightly and it hurt more so I gave up struggling. They wouldn't kill me, would they? No, they won't, the school was too big… "Whatever you are thinking, it is the opposite," Robin whispered in my ears and I looked up to his dark eyes. When did Robin become this evil and what was his plan now?

Aurora’s POV The asylum rose in the distance like a forgotten wound. Its crumbling walls were choked with ivy, its windows black with rot. But beneath the decay, we knew a monster waited. We breached at sunrise. Inside, the air was damp and metallic. The corridors were lined with rusted gurneys, shattered glass, and symbols etched into the walls from long-forgotten patients. The deeper we went, the colder it got. And then—the hum of electricity. A door.

“I am sure, sir. But all I saw was Mr. Rafael himself with the large box container. Maybe he kept Mrs. Poppy inside.” “Good. You can leave me and join the others. Don't get injured.” “But, sir, Mr. Antonio said—” “Go!” Robin fixed his gaze on the abandoned warehouse in the mountains at the island's edge. His phony brother is waiting for him inside. When he opened the warehouse door, Rafael was sitting in front of him. “I've been waiting for you, Brother.” Rafael was not surprised when Robin arrived.

The weight of everything happening was taking a toll on Robbin. She decided to leave her immediate environment, which had become a source of stress to her and a constant reminder of her fears. Every corner of this town held a ghost; Lex's car parked on familiar streets, the restaurant where she'd collapsed, the hospital room where she'd woken up to more questions than answers. She needed distance. She needed air that didn't taste like anxiety. In the stillness of her room, Robbin sat on the edge of her bed, surrounded by the faint glow of her lamp, and finally admitted the truth to herself; staying meant drowning.

I nod. I take a deep breath and drink water again. I feel like I'm about to have a panic attack. My previous life might not really be perfect but I love it and I missed the vibe around it. " Where can I find Asa?" " His office." " He's got an office?" I ask. Why would a mobster wants an office. " Because they need alone time with their minds." Rob answers my thoughts. I can't believe I just said that loud. " And where can I find this office?" I ask with an air quotation.

Robin survived, but his spine was shattered and he was crippled from the waist down. Everyone was left gaping as he stayed stuck in the wall, afraid to make a sound. Frank simply picked up his medical ingredients and turned to leave, while none of Robin's thugs dared to stop him. Helen watched as he went and suddenly called out, "Frank…" Frank did not look back at all. Blondie was left staring at Robin in turn, at a loss for what to do. It seemed that they had to call Leo Grayson about this…

Robin drove another few miles and turned onto the narrow road in the woods. "This is the place." Robin turned off his engine. "I think I can see the car that is supposed to take you. They parked on the hill," he said, opening the back door for me. I jumped out of the car and looked in the direction he pointed. I noticed a black van parked there with ease. "I think you're right. It must be the group from the Moon Blade Pack." Robin smiled hesitantly. "I'm sorry, Ms. Laurent, but I have to go back now. I have to deliver herbs before anyone notices anything suspicious."

Iden stepped into the room, slow and silent. This was the war room. It looked like one. A place where lives were traded, decisions signed in blood. He moved to the center of the chaos, eyes drawn to the wall of screens. Every angle of the massive asylum flickered in shaky grain. Corridors lined with flickering lights. Rooms filled with twitching shadows—patients, doctors, ghosts. The asylum was a tomb disguised as a hospital. Built on illegal records and rotting experiments. A hellhole. A cover for human trafficking, organ harvesting, unapproved trials.

"I need to wash the thought of that girl out of my head." The door opened again, and Robin walked in. He was a presence that demanded silence. Tall, dark, and broad-shouldered, he filled the space effortlessly. He wore a brown shirt that looked ready to burst against his chest. As a wolf-human hybrid, he was more formidable than most. He had a way of using his primal side that made even us stay on our toes. Robin’s dark eyes fell on the body on the floor. He didn't look angry, just inconvenienced. He looked at Rory. "You hit your limit for the month. No more casualties until the books reset next week."