Robin Hood Hero Novels & Stories

She spoke up, and I bit back a little smile, this lady and hot guys. Yeah, I met about 2 today, Duello and Damian. Wow, double D, how lucky of you. She said and I giggled. So, you got their numbers right? She asked in excitement. Well, Duello is Vincent’s right hand man, and I can’t have any thing to do with him, then there is Damian, my bosses best friend, who is so freaking hot. I told her through giggles. So your boss is? Vincent Blackwood. I replied shortly and she gasped.

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.

"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."

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.

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?

“Open up! Sonia screamed, banging the door. He looked at Rose as she was fidgeting. “Undress, you bitch! Don’t let me tear this dress,” he said coldly. Robin was huge, compared to the other bodyguards. He had the physique of a monster, having a lot of scars on his face. He watched Rose undress, tears rolling down her cheeks. “Take this shit!” he said, throwing the cleaner’s robe at her. “The only reason I’m not tapping that ass of yours is because I only follow instructions from my boss,” Robin hissed and walked out.

For a second everything’s a blur; I see the stars swimming in and out of focus between the swaying tree branches above me. A shadow moves into my vision, blocking out the starlight. I need to move. Now. But before I can spring into action, strong arms are around me, wrapping me up, lifting me onto my feet. “Are you ok?” A familiar voice asks. It takes a moment for my vision to clear. I step back, ready to bolt. The face I see before me is the last one I expected to see right now. It’s Robin Hood.

“Very classy.” I fished out the man’s wallet with a smirk and slipped it into the inside pocket of my tattered jacket. “It’s not stealing if they’re crooks too. I am just redistributing wealth, one greedy bastard at a time.” Victor chuckled, his breath clouding in the cold night air. “Robin Hood with dirty sneakers. Your brand is so consistent.”

Under the comfort of the cabin, the three heroes of Hiscoun Village are gathered around the world map and are discussing where they're off to next. Initially, Clyde planned to go with his comrades but given the situation, he has no other choice but to tag the two females with him. They're both credible, but one is dodgy and the other is naïve of the world beyond the forest. And although he's confident in his own skills, he can't execute this mission alone. He'll need an accomplice or two. Which is why he has no other choice.

It would take too long for anyone to come now. 'In and out, don't be a hero.' Hardin's worrying voice doesn't comfort me. Six may not seem like a lot, but rogues are not like pack wolves. They have absolutely no mercy, no sense of guilt, they don't back down until their hearts are dead.