Robin Hood 2 Disney Novels & Stories

“What happened?” Robin Hood frowned, his brows drawing together. “I don’t know,” he said. “It’s like something stopped me halfway and threw me back.” Damien’s gaze sharpened. “Try again.” Robin Hood nodded and focused once more. He disappeared again, but this time he returned even faster, his frustration more visible now. “Still?” Damien asked. Robin Hood shook his head, exhaling sharply. “Still.” “Again,” Damien said. Robin Hood tried a third time, forcing more effort into it. For a split second, the space beside Damien felt like it might hold—but then he was back again, this time with a clear edge of irritation in his expression.

Robin looked for a while then said,'' Your little Robinhood is here to save the day for you. Just as she heard that her eyes went wide. She puts on her glasses and grabs hold of him by the shoulder. '' Are you my Robinhood?'' she asked with tearful eyes. He smiled. '' Yes I am, I am back Madam Lily.'' '' Oh my,'' she hugged him tightly. '' You are back after so many years. I can't believe that, Welcome back everyone missed you here,'' she said while sobbing. '' I am glad to see you well too, Madam Lily. You haven't changed at all,'' he comments.

"Who are you?" Footsteps approach me, and a chuckle sounds right next to me. Someone clears their throat and speaks up: "You can call me Leader Dirk." No, it can't be. This isn't my father-he wouldn't give me to the wolves. He trained me, he created everything I have become, and he'd never give up, especially since he knows I'm the only one who can make his dreams come true. A hand grabs the hood over my head and rips it off. Then, he takes off the blindfold I didn't notice before, grabs me by the hair, and forces me to face the man I tried to escape. "And now, let me introduce you to the one you have all been dying to meet. I proudly present to you the Red Riding Hood, or as you know her, m

Slapping Nick on the back with gusto, “Now let's have a drink to celebrate” Chairs scraped along the floor as they were pushed backwards, whispers lingered in the air as wolves out of earshot began to discuss what they had heard in disbelief. Nick lined up the shot glasses across the bar, grabbing a bottle of whiskey, he started pouring, the amber liquid splashing down the side of the glasses. “Rogues, grab a shot” he yelled, raising his glass to the air “To the Alpha of the Red Crescent Rogues”. “HERE HERE” voices sang on in unison. And at that moment, I knew that the voices may have been in unison but the pack was anything but.

He's faster than I thought. I was about to fly into the air, but I forgot I couldn't do that here, or I'd risk being exposed. Ah, am I cornered now? Should I face him? Gulp. This is sooner than I expected. "R-Robin Golden!" The hooligans look terrified. "We... we didn't touch her! Please have mercy!" They were trembling and sweating bullets as they backed away. I raise an eyebrow. Is Robin that terrifying in their eyes?

“Robin Spencer’s expecting you. He’s gonna gun you down. Then he’s gonna take Ariadne.” “Just give us the blueprints and shut up,” Lisa hisses from the front seat. Dustin fishes a neatly folded paper from inside his hoodie and lays it on his lap. “I’ll come with you then.” “And why would you want to do that,” Ariadne spits. “Because Robin Spencer is a monster, and I still owe you,” Dustin whispers. “I will always owe you.” Both of those things are true, especially the previous one. Robin particularly enjoyed hurting Ariadne and Edward more than the rest of them. He said it himself once. He liked to hear them cry.

Just as Robin was about to succeed, Dustin clamped down on the knife’s edge with two fingers. Robin was not able to push the knife forward anymore, even if he used his full strength to do so. He turned pale and was terrified. Finally, he understood that the rumors about the King of Hades were not untrue. He was indeed far stronger than most sovereign grade fighters! Clang! The knife shattered with a snap from Dustin’s fingers. With a flick of his wrist, shards pierced into Robin’s neck and killed him. With regret and fear reflected on his face, Robin collapsed and did not move again.