Robin Hood Hero Novels & Stories

Hearing his final gurgles as he died I realized I was now the only one alive, I just hoped- “Are you okay?” He asks me. For the first moment, I feel overcome with relief. He wasn’t there to kill me. Looking up at him I can see that his clothing resembled other hunters I would write about in my stories at home. A typical Robin Hood appearance with light green and brown clothing, a tunic with a hooded jacket, and pants with many straps for holding a variety of items. Tucked in next to the sheath for his sword was a slingshot, a very basic one. Almost amused, I stand up, coming face to face with him. His dark eyes look at me curiously, his skin, though not sun-kissed, was full of life, and his

“…they have far more power. Despite their limited number.” Danny met my gaze and tiled his head at me. “Do you know the story of Robin Hood?” I furrowed my brow in puzzlement. “Er…yeah?” “Well, the wolves act like Robin Hood. The dragons are like the sheriff of Nottingham. The wolves take from the rich, the dragons, and give to the poor. That’s why my work isn’t always legal.” I inhaled. “Okay. I think I understand. Are you saying the dragons are the bad guys?”

I just massacred all these rogues in one sitting. Suddenly, I saw two rogues that were hiding running towards me with a bow and arrow. The arrowhead is silver. I can see it. But I don’t have the strength to move. Kent sees what’s about to happen and runs over to me to shield me. The arrow hits him in the shoulder and the two rogues are about to pounce on us when from the corner of my eye, I see a warrior shift and pull the first rogue away while kicking the other in the balls. He literally twists off the head of the first rogue and then another warrior rips out the heart of the second rogue. When they shift back, I see Tobias is the one that twisted off the head of the first rogue, while Ton

“He’s lying to you. Ronan 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 Nadia was close to an antidote before I was kidnapped. She has probably completed it now. Without the mad rogues, Ronan and the Rogue King are nothing,” I explained. Robin did not answe

Freya’s POV Robin set Annie down against the tunnel wall. He put his finger over his mouth to tell me not to speak before he stepped past me to face the dark. The first rogue appeared, and Robin attacked before he even knew what was happening. The rogue fell with Robin’s blade in his throat. I never knew Robin could fight like that, but it sent a shock through me, and it made sense why my father always kept him so close. “Take his armor,” Robin said, wiping the rogue’s blood on his leg.

Strong enough to tie against Rogart? Veron continued to say, "By the way, in this month alone, I spied on the Heavenly Alliance, and I also did plenty of Robin Hood stuff. When I was in the World Universe, I subdued many pirates who oppressed the poor. Under my hand, each one of them—" Immediately after that, Rophe chuckled. "That's right! During that time, Miss dealt quite a lot of justice." "Is that so?" Agatha smiled and nodded her head in approval. "You have really grown up, Veron."

"And we have the truth. That's more dangerous than an army." We dragged the bikes to the edge of the hangar’s loading ramp. Below us, the Arctic sea was a graveyard of broken ice and dark water. The mainland was a purple smudge on the horizon, miles away. I climbed onto the back of the largest bike, a massive beast of a machine that smelled of Lucian’s pine-scented oil. He climbed on in front of me, his back a solid wall of protection. "Hold on, little bird," he whispered. I wrapped my arms around his waist, pressing my face into his shoulder. As the engines roared to life, I felt the Blood Vow hum. We weren't just a bride and a rogue anymore. We were the storm that was coming for the man wh

Most Rogues lived off the grid and liked it that way, favoring intense privacy over modern amenities. The houses were funded by a collective run by an anonymous benefactor, a wolf as infamous among Rogues as Maverick Grey was among the Grey Wolves. They called him the Rogue. Not a Rogue, but the Rogue. If there was a leader among the packless, the unwanted, the underdogs and scoundrels of shifter society, it was him. Though few had met him and lived to tell the tale, rumors painted him as a dark Robin Hood, fighting for the better treatment of her kind. He was as much myth and legend as he was a hero.

It was the thin thread that separated criminals from monsters. Giuseppe, his older brother, had once joked that Giovanni was like a modern Robin Hood—if Robin Hood wore Armani suits and carried a .45 caliber moral compass. They robbed, scammed, and extorted the rich and the corrupt, taking from those who had gained their wealth through others' misery, only to funnel much of it back into the hands of those who needed it most. Orphanages, women's shelters, soup kitchens—all received anonymous donations that kept them running when government funding fell short.

“And now he’s lucky to have you around. He talks about you constantly, you know. He thinks you’re some kind of hero.” Robin chuckled, though there was a trace of sadness in his laugh. “I’m no hero,” he said. As the days turned into weeks, Robin’s connection to Dana deepened. They spent hours talking about the past, the village, and their hopes for the future. Dana told him stories of Joe’s childhood, her voice filled with both laughter and nostalgia. Robin listened intently, finding himself drawn to her warmth and her resilience. In return, Robin shared bits and pieces of his own story, though he was careful not to reveal too much. He spoke of his mistakes, his regrets, and the life he had l