Robin Hood Hero Novels & Stories

My body moves before I even have a moment to comprehend I am moving. Not Robin. She is smart, kind, and innocent. She has no strength, but she has bravery beyond many of the wolf warriors in this pack. Tears swim in my eyes as I stealthily sprint to defend her. The wolf under Robin shifts his weight, spinning her to the side as he tries to defend her by placing himself above her. The large rogue lifts his head, howling loud to signify his kill as he bares his teeth down.

A massive ice-blue dragon roared from my staff, surging into the sky. Absolute zero. All four enemies–frozen solid in place. "Now. Kill." My voice was calm. Cold. Matthew's ADC unleashed a storm of arrows from the backline, shredding their front line in seconds. Shadow emerged from the darkness like a phantom. A flash of steel–two strikes, and their unprotected carry was gone. Under Miracle Hands's perfectly timed shields, Cedric's swordsman descended like a war god. Blade flashing–cutting through the frozen, low-health enemies one after another.

He teased. "Why should I?" Leroi replied sternly. Robin stared at him but he was no longer shocked. He was 26 years old but he still had fenced his heart it couldn't be denied that he was a ruthless and brutal man, but no one knew him more than his best friend probably only friend Robin. He seemed proud and ruthless but only he knew how soft and tender-hearted he was, his hatred for the rogues was more than anyone could imagine, just thinking of that made him shiver slightly.