Robin Bone Nude Novels & Stories

​Lyra froze, every muscle locking as a woman emerged from the gloom beneath the dead torches. One pale hand rested against the weeping wall, steadying herself. ​Upon her brow sat the Bone Crown—not the pristine relic Lyra had hauled across the continent, but an older, heavier iteration. The bone was darkened like aged ivory, worn smooth, with one side jaggedly sheared away above the temple. ​Yet it was the face beneath the mutilated artifact that stole Lyra's breath.

a rasped, melodic voice vibrated from the dark center of the room. Sitting over a bubbling stone brazier filled with black oil was Morana. She didn't look like a standard mortal woman; her skin was pale, with translucent wrinkles that showed dark, greasy shadow lines pulsing beneath her cheeks. Her eyes were solid, milky-white pits devoid of pupils, and in her skeletal right hand, she clutched a long, jagged bone-needle that was actively dripping with a crimson fluid.

They all seemed curious about what Rodgie had done to Tbone. There is no mercy for a man who has abused Nicko’s wife. He picked up the razor, and Rodgie started scratching Tbone’s gun with a razor that still looked shiny. Scratching was not only done once but continuously up and down until fresh blood came out of the peeling skin. “Aaaah Rodgie, stop it!” “Hmm, isn’t this what you were proud of? Look now, can you still boast about this thing?” Rodge said as he continued to shave Tbone’s skin and savored every drop of blood until satisfied.

And in front of Michael as well which just made it all the worse in my eyes. "Uncle Link will give you piggy back. I'm faster than Uncle Blake anyway," Link smirked as he knelt down in front of Daniel and pulled his arms away from his chest so he could hold his small hands in his own. "Pfft. You wish," Blake mocked. He rocked Nicole from side to side as she made whimpering noises from her blanket. I had dressed her up as Sleeping Beauty because, when she wasn't crying for attention, she loved her sleep and I am sure the only way she was going to come out of her room when she was older was when she found her mate; that would be a reason for her not stay in her room because Blake wouldn't allo

************************************************ Chris POV The news is on at the bar I'm currently sitting at drawing fellow patrons in as the news of what the police has discovered flashes on the screen along with a picture of her, her beautiful smile as bright as ever calls me in like a sirens song followed by the news that they found her in a shallow grave just outside of Benson Lake a few miles from Multnomah Falls by a couple with a dog that had smelt her decomposing body as they let him out to use the bathroom.

Nationality: British. Parents: Jane Stevens And Harvey Stevens. Sibling(s): Jack Stevens. Hair Colour: Ginger red. Eye Color: Aquamarine. Height: 5ft 10 inches. Sexuality: Straight. Religion: Christian. Birth Date: Wednesday 22nd Of May, 2001. Disability: None. Education: Currently In Her First Year Of Studying Graphic Designing. "Well, well, well, so her name is Robin, huh?" he said to himself and laughed.

Beads of jewels glinted from the fur and caught the red-rimmed baby blue of his eyes that had turned almost luminescent. My blood ran cold when he stroked one of the nude women’s hair by his side, before his iron claws pierced into her temple. The woman’s eyes went wide, rolling back into her head as I struggled to keep my face devoid of expression. What the actual fuck? Kiernan Bones was a sick bastard, there was no doubt about it. I watched one of his footguards rush forward with a goblet, collecting the bright red blood and brain matter that shot from both sides of her pierced head like a fountain.

Even in a world as dangerous as ours, moments like this were worth holding on to. The bonfire crackled in the center of the clearing, throwing flickering light over the faces of my team. Laughter echoed through the night, mixing with the scent of roasted meat and the earthy aroma of the forest. I leaned against a tree at the edge of the gathering, observing the rare sight of my rogues letting their guard down. Darius appeared beside me, his movements quiet but purposeful as always. “You’re not joining them?” he asked, his tone teasing.

"Come meet the dead." "Charming," one of the strangers said, grinning crookedly. Nova gestured to them. "This is Wren and Milo. Wren's the one who looks like she could kill a man with her pinky. Milo's the one who'd help bury the body." Wren waved with two fingers, her nails black and sharp-looking. "Don’t believe everything she says. I’d use my whole hand." Milo, a boy with a mess of dark curls and a permanent half-smile, nodded. "I only help with bodies if snacks are involved."

"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."