Robin Arkham Asylum Novels & Stories

That is, before the humans had rolled out a C-4 welcome mat at the abandoned asylum where the bulk of the Castor suckhead army had been headquartered. "Alpha, can we trust Castor? I fear—" "No, we can never trust the bastard, but for now, we don't have any choice but to be civil with him and his crusade. Robin cleared his throat. "If you need anything at all from me, you have only to ask. I hope you know that. I would require no explanations whatsoever, and I assure you the enforcers would have my complete cooperation. And my trust."

"The private penthouse suite at the Grand Horizon Hotel is ready. The security cameras have been wiped, and our private network is live. The Sinclair family still thinks you are buried in the northern wasteland." A faint, mocking smirk touched Robin’s red lips. "Good," Robin said, her voice smooth and sweet, but with a dangerous chill underneath. "Cockroaches are always much more fun to step on when they don't see the shoe coming." The smell of the rain through the car's fresh air vents brought an ugly memory rushing back into her mind. Five years ago. That exact same rainy night. Robin leaned back against the headrest, her green eyes darkening as she remembered.

Just to see with my own eyes what had become of the man who'd once held my fate in his hands. "I want to go," I said. "Just once. Then I'll never think about him again." Gray nodded. "Then I'm coming with you." We left that afternoon. The Werewolf Asylum was on the northern edge of the territories. Built specifically to house wolves who'd lost their minds. I'd been here before. Years ago. When Frank and Keith had me committed. Looking at the gray stone walls brought everything back. The fear. The helplessness. My wolf stirred inside me. Uneasy.

She whispered, "Robin…?" He didn't react. He was really asleep! Not far off, the worried Ryan stood by the gate. He witnessed what had happened and was surprised too. His eyes were wide open like he'd seen something unbelievable. Erika was astonished as well. She clearly remembered that Robin had a serious case of insomnia. His body was also more resistant to drugs than ordinary people, so meds weren't effective on him. Each time he wanted to go to bed, he needed a professional psychologist to perform hypnotism.

“I’m not in search of a rebound, Asher didn’t reject me yet.” Robin rolls his eyes. He does that in a way that’s slow and ridiculously attractive. One of the things I liked about him. Until I was at the receiving end of the eye roll. “I’d never send you out for that.” Before I can decode what that means, he spins in his chair, clicking a few keys on his keyboard, switching his gazillion games to things on the screens I can’t read, but the middle one is obviously a hacked security camera. There’s only one place on earth a cop would sit in the same apartment as Robin, Tim and I, without reporting us.

This is the room where it happened. F*ck. Ariadne yanks with all her might, but she can't get free. She can't be in this room again. She'd rather be dead. She hears laughter, which draws her vision there. Robin is sitting on a lavish felt chair, legs crossed, wearing an impeccable suit. He's as Ariadne remembers, tall and gaunt, with dark, messy locks and merciless gray eyes. "Hello, Doll," he says. "You're finally awake."

"Dinner will be served soon in the packhouse. You'll get to meet the rest of the pack there." "Thanks." I took the keys from her and watched as she disappeared back into the woods. I sniffed the air and when I was sure that no one else was around and watching me, I unlocked the door and went inside the cabin. It almost reminded me of the old couples' cabin that I had been in earlier. The room was simple with a queen bed against the wall and already made with a white comforter. Everything smelled clean. Warm light washed over the room from the two lanterns positioned on the cabin wall. A freestanding white tub was near the window and already filled with hot water. It was confusing as to why t

FROM THE car window, Calix eyed the two-story, gray and white building on the other side of the road where they parked their car. The silver letters near the top of the building spelled its name. Duskinrose Medical Center, it was a suburban hospital in Moontown, another town in Nyx. Barty was with him but he was outside having his cigarette break while Sinna just went inside the hospital and would be the one to confirm the information forwarded to them by Mavis Grace. According to Mavis, Jonathan Goldbloom, Johann’s fifteen year old younger brother was confined here just before the break-in happened and was in a coma.

The bathroom was Quiet, I stood naked next to the large hot tub bath, it was almost as big as my room back at the Shadow-core packhouse but nowhere near this extravagant – the bath water was a clear ocean blue tint with a bunch of different aromas mixed in, I guess the mages here at the castle take their healing baths very seriously. I got in and slowly emerged myself under the mildly hot water, “come on buddy, where are you?” I asked as I sank deeper letting the water engulf over me completely, my eyes closed and I let my mind wonder in search for Thunder but I soon found myself back at the same woods I once roamed. “Thunder!” I yelled hoping he could hear me, but I got no answer back. I ke

As Robin left the scene, he crossed paths with Leroi, who bowed respectfully. "What happened there?" Leroi inquired, his curiosity piqued. "Just a little problem, nothing to worry about," Robin assured him, not wanting to burden his pack leader with unnecessary details. Leroi seized the opportunity to inform Robin about an upcoming event at the mansion they had been invited to that night. Intrigued, Robin agreed, and they gathered a few pack members before embarking on their journey. The pack members arrived at the grand mansion, each one silently sneaking inside to avoid drawing attention. Leroi and Robin made their way to the opulent sitting room, where they were greeted by Mr. Thompson, a