Robin Arkham Origins Novels & Stories

Flash back “ Commander Robins, I secured the target, obtained the answers we were looking for. I don’t think the target is of much use to us anymore. It looks as though he is touch and go. I had to use extreme measures to get the answers we sought. He was tight lipped for a while. The primary target is located in the middle of the Arctic, held up on one of the water rigs used for aquamarine sciences. He stated that the target has about 20 armed guards. 3 that follows him wherever he goes. We had schematics of the rig right here, sir.” I pointed at the spot on the map to where the rig was located and pulled out blueprints of the rig. Commander Robins and I then went over each possibility at p

“He’s lying to you. Jason and the Rogue King are now enemies of every pack. They won’t bring you and Annie freedom. Freedom only comes if they fall, and that’s what I’m working toward. I have to leave tonight. Waiting puts Annie and all of us at risk. We’re running out of time. Robin sank into the chair by the table, looking empty and lost. He covered his eye with one hand, his shoulders shaking in fear. Every breath seemed like a struggle. “You can’t stop them. They have the mad rogues,” he muttered. “Healer Leslie was close to an antidote before I was kidnapped. She has probably completed it now. Without the mad rogues, Jason and the Rogue King are nothing,” I explained. Robin did not answ

"I sent you his details just before I came in. His name is Omar Rivers. Twenty-seven and was assigned to guard duty. Looks like he might have been a packless wolf or a rogue up until about a year ago when he ended up here. He has had a few run-ins with local human law enforcement here and in a few other states. I suspect Nathaniel lured in quite a few characters like this Omar guy with the promise of money, booze and women." "So, Nathaniel isolated and imprisoned his own people and then brought in potential criminals and outsiders to be their jailors?" Lucas' upper lip lifted in a snarl that was from both disgust and rage. "That's fucked up." Johnny shrugged. "Greed is a powerful drug." "It

He gained a friend for the first time. Someone he could trust. But because of him also, Amari lost her eye. He had always thought that, deep down. Though no one was really blaming him, deep inside Alkhun was guilty. Alkhun avoided his gaze. Even he wasn't certain, he saw CYan walks out of the house and he smiled. "Probably because Elites wasn't just the strongest in the continent. Sometimes the most precious gems are hidden at the unexpected places." It makes Rogh smile.

He took a chair from the corner of the room and placed it in front of me, before sitting down. "You're finally awake," he said. "Who are you?" I asked. "Why did you bring me here?" "We heard of a Luna that was pregnant and stories of your complications," he said. "I'm Damien." "I don't know what you're talking about." My voice shook slightly. "The pack you're with doesn't know what you have inside of you," Damien said. "Have you ever wondered about your true origins?" "What are you talking about?" A sick feeling entered my gut.

Everything a sanguis had is bloody red eyes, fur, and two long tails slowly swaying, following the air. I thought that I may have seen a sanguis before, in the middle of the forest when I was a kid when my father knocked on an unfamiliar door and - “She’s shifting back!” Alarick hurriedly approached the prisoner and covered her with the suit he was wearing. I looked at Alarick, who was now lifting the unconscious prisoner. I nodded when I got what he was thinking. “We cannot let her stay here.”

The hungry looking rogues circled us, smacking their lips together and growling. Rachel pulled me into her and let out a kick to one of the rogues. She was a great fighter while I just stood their like a useless idiot. Picking up a long stick beside me I poked one of the rogues in the eye making him yell out in pain. Buying myself a few more minutes to think, I found myself wishing I could reach Ben by mindlink. "We're coming. Don't worry." His voice filled my mind and I squeaked in response. How the hell did that happen?

Madison's POV I feel tears coming to my eyes, seeing all these people who are willing to forgive me for a sin that I think is unforgivable. I do not know what I have done to deserve all this forgiveness from people I have met over the years. Robin and I met in Europe long ago, and I helped him and his men escape many predicaments. Robin is a very hard-headed young man who will endanger his life to save others. He only does that because he wants to get to Darius and Iona. They have killed his family. I know it hurts him a lot, thinking about his family that died at the hands of the originals. I know there is no original vampire, but Iona does. Robin told me everything he knew about the origin

But it forgot that the Origin didn't start with a blueprint—it started with a Dirty, Bloody, Un-Optimized Choice to exist even when the world says you’re a Bug. I didn't reach for the sunset-gold fire. I reached for the Original Glitch. I took the Sovereign-Fang—the weapon that had grown from the Hunt, the Soul, and the Design—and I didn't strike the Ziggurat. I Struck the Source-Code. I drove the blade of red-gold sinew into the "Perfect Narrative" on the glass floor. I didn't try to save my history; I Invalidated the OS. "I AM THE ANOMALY YOU CANNOT REPAIR!" I roared, the White Light of the Origin erupting from my spirit not as a sun, but as a Tidal Wave of Raw, Un-Rendered Anarchy.

The soul-satisfying rumble of the motor made me smile as I clicked it into gear and took off down the street. Riding my bike as if I stole it, I zipped in and out of traffic until I reached the open road. The Rogues clubhouse came into view as I rounded the corner. An old abandoned bar had been converted into a clubhouse, the neon sign hung from the roof blinking off and on intermittently, buzzing as it swung in the wind. A veranda wrapped around the front, with tables and mismatched chairs placed haphazardly was a dumping place for bottles and ashtrays.