Robin Hood Hero Novels & Stories

“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

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.

They didn't hide the guns they had; I never saw a gun until that day. Mama backed away slowly and stared at them filing in. The man in the middle didn't step forward until the door was closed. He wore a tunic and loafers, and his jewelry looked expensive. I stared at his face and knew who he was—the man I saw on the TV at fútbol games that even the gringos were looking for. Everyone on the street called him "Robin Hood paisa." The poor liked him because he was a hero who had a lot of money. The gringos? Los Tombos? They didn't like him.

It laughed, dodging the projectile. “What the heck are you?” I demanded, balling my hands into fists. The shadow rose, stretching its limbs as it emerged into the sunlight. I gasped as it- he- extended his hand with flourish and grinned devilishly. “Merry,” he winked, voice like a fiddle. “Be I knave or sprite, my nature is holy, and wholly mischievous. I am but a good fellow, come to fetch a girl of fair age and sullen disposition.” The creature bowed rakishly low. “And, by the bend of thy brow, I suspect that girl is you. Very well, I say. If you'll allow me to hasten introductions, I am Robin, a common puck.”

Robin endured the pain of his soul injury, and he bowed with guilt. He was traumatized by the terrifyingly powerful spirit energy of his opponent. He never expected someone to possess that level of spirit energy. He could not believe that spirit energy was used with a fireball spell. Michelle sipped her drink and frowned. She did not speak for a long while. She gently beckoned after a long while. Two figures appeared behind her. There was a muscular guy with thick eyebrows and a hunchbacked elder. They stood by her side. Robin looked up slowly. He asked with a shocked expression, "Are you two here to kill me?"

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.