Robin Dies Novels & Stories

The Wood Domain burned fiercely. Robin was overwhelmed with shock, and blood began to trickle from his mouth. His body was staggering. The crystal glass that Michelle held fell to the floor with a loud crash. It shattered into pieces. She was in a daze. One minute later, all the effects of the Dragon's Safehaven faded. Wilbur landed on the floor slowly. He sneered coldly and said, "You want to fight me? You're not even close to my level." Robin spewed a mouthful of blood. His body was revealed in a corner, and he collapsed with a pale face, unable to get up.

Not when Robin could be with him. “Robin’s not dead,” Damon muttered suddenly, stepping forward, and my eyes snapped to him immediately. “If this was really done by Manuel, then I’m certain Robin isn’t dead yet,” he added, firmer now. “They would have no need to take the body if he was. Leaving him dead and on display for us to grieve over is more of Manuel’s style,” he finished, squatting over where the trail of blood lay. He reached out and touched it lightly before bringing the bloody hand to his nose.

Fane frowned and then raised his right hand, and a gray-black light instantly stabbed Robin again. “Ahh!” screamed Robin in pain. This time his screams were even more violent than before. His soul was already riddled with holes after being hit by Fane’s Destroying the Void move and now his soul was rendered even more precarious with the latest attack. This time he felt that his soul had been completely torn apart, and his consciousness gradually blurred. An injury of this degree could not be saved. He had at most another two to four hours to live. His shrill screams reverberated in Dudley’s and Damian’s eardrums. Beads of cold sweat soaked their temples and neck. Both of them were breathing

“Jessica told him the day she quit. He gave me a deadline to tell everyone else the truth, and if I didn’t, he would quit too. He didn’t want to participate in a lie.” At least one wolf in this situation had some integrity. “And the other nurses you ran off? Did they know too?” “No. I was just mean to them. I was so angry after Jessica left.” “Why? It was your choice.” “Because…. because R-R-obin died that day.” I heard the agony in her voice. Robin had died. The realization settled heavy in my chest. Our wolves didn’t just die. Not easily. Not without extreme pressure.

I breathed with a huff. That name bears power, but I feel that’s not right. Just look at the picture he’s painted for the men. Robin’s death is definitely going to spark a mixed reaction. They'll feel like they’re just pet assets that we use and dump when we’re done with them. Well, I'm sorry to say, but that's exactly what they are.

“You have no idea how much I’ve been looking forward to this moment.” Robin chuckled, taking a leisurely sip of his wine. “Oh, I can imagine. How’s dear Sierra, by the way? Oh wait— she’s dead, isn’t she?” The goblet shattered as Edward lunged, but Daniel grabbed his arm, holding him back. “Not yet,” Daniel hissed. “We need answers first.” Robin’s smile widened as he set the goblet aside. “Answers? What’s there to ask? She was in my way, and I took care of her. Simple as that.”

When he got up and checked who was the victim in the area, Harry got word from Robin. 'Beta, Beta Harry… my brother… my brother is dead! Rodin is dead!' Rodin said from telepathy to Harry. Harry's body froze, Rodin? Die? 'Where is he? How's the east side?' Harry replied telepathically. He ordered the officers who were in his current place to clean up and care for the people who were Injured from their pack and threw the bodies of the rouge on the outer side of the border. 'Eastside, under control. I accidentally helped… Rodin died saving me, Beta.' Robin sounded sobbing, it seemed that the child was on the side of her brother's body. Crying away.

A tumor explains many things, but it seems I'm the only one with forgiveness in my heart because Robin abruptly gets up from his seat. It shocks me, especially when I look at him and find him glaring daggers at his mother. "A tumor?" he shakes his head, snorting. "I don't believe you. You've been a bitch ever since Lucas died—the tumor seems a little too convenient of an excuse." Ebba opens her mouth. "Robin, I'm—"

In that moment, the entire hall fell silent. "The Falcone family," his voice carried clearly across the room, "recognizes Donna Isabella Moretti as our equal." I met his intense gaze. "From this day forward," I said, my voice quiet but heard by all, "the old rules are dead." Marco stood behind me, a proud smile on his face. He knew this was what his father would have wanted to see. Three months later. The body of Robin was found in the Hudson River. Or rather, parts of it was The fish had done most of the work.

Everything was truly gone. The realization hit her like a physical blow. She sank back against the tree, sliding down until she sat on the forest floor again. The crumpled note fell from her fingers. Roberto was dead. Truly dead. No more chances in the Harbor. No more stolen mornings wrapped in each other’s arms. The man she loved had been taken away, buried by a father who had waited lifetimes to hold him, only to say goodbye.