Robin Hood Human Novels & Stories

Steve hurled the big stick like a spear and it punctured the hooded man deep in his chest. The hooded man fell to his side as he gasped in pain. Vines began to grow from the forest grounds and began to coil around the dead.

He added as Higgins showed no sign of willingness to give him an equal reply. "I am known the Vicar of Mavion. At least that was my alias until I got to know that this town is one of the reason the tale of Robin hood had a vital reason to come into play. It's just that I'm one of the rich and no one dares steal from me." He said. "So what's this about your entire self Higgins. Anymore signs and I would think you were a..." "Werewolf! Yes, that's what he is." Rayla butted in.

Derek, his vampire speed unmatched, danced through the battlefield like a shadow, his hands a blur as he incapacitated the rogue hunters. He dispatched them swiftly and silently, utilizing his supernatural gifts to his advantage, rendering his enemies helpless before delivering the final blow. Edna, the embodiment of focus and accuracy, continued to rain arrows upon the rogue hunters with unrivaled skill. Her arrows found their mark with deadly accuracy, piercing through vital points, leaving her adversaries writhing in agony. Her presence alone was enough to strike fear into the hearts of those who dared to stand against her. The clash between the four friends and the rogue forces grew fier

Another man assisted the person who attacked Robin earlier, attempting to free him from the bodyguard. Robin now realizes that everyone who looks at him is angry, disgusted, or looks down on him as if he is not a human, but no one dares approach him with so many bodyguards. Only the first man appeared to be extremely angry, as if he wanted to kill Robin with his own hands. Robin hugged his wife more tightly, not wanting to see the scene. “Let him go!” Robin gave his order. Following the man's release, the bodyguards immediately went on alert.

I guess this few things are enough proof that a man is not a devil in human skin, like Jaxton who would eat me alive of he sees a way to do that. "I’m Robbin, and I work for Zain, if that's what you want to hear.” He said and motioned to one of the sofas in his room. Maybe he is not a random proletariat like I thought. Maybe he is one of them, the mafia. His response was unkind, and that's how mafia do. They put the answer they wish right in your face and watch you drool over their words the way people drool over a parcel of money. “Umm. Nice to meet you, Robbin.” I mumbled.

At least fifteen. Two of them were in human form as they stayed a bit away from the feasting rogues and were looking around in disinterest. One of the rogues had shoulder length raven hair and grey eyes that looked quite empty and devoid of anything aside from mayhem and madness. She was petite and short but I knew not to be deceived as she sure packed a punch from what I observed. I was surprised they were congregating, and especially doing so in human form. That was weird. Rogues preferred to be alone, and usually spent their days in wolf form, losing themselves to their animal half instead of achieving balance between human and wolf.

By the time Raven and Aaron caught up—both in their massive wolf forms, both carrying the casual competence of warriors who'd seen real battle—Ash was close enough to understand that something was very wrong. The fire was recent. The campsite was crude. And in the center of it all, a single person, a human, was fighting for their life against three rogues. The Fight The hooded figure moved like nothing Ash had ever seen. He or she was smaller than the rogues—significantly smaller—but they fought with a speed and precision that made the larger males look slow. One of the rogues was already down, bleeding heavily from wounds that had been dealt with surgical efficiency. A second was limping, c

Especially not when he was stood with a rogue himself. "You can't exactly judge," I replied as I pointed to the guy. "He was part of Moon Shadow prior to their downfall. He just hasn't been fully accepted into the pack," Luca said. I could see his fists clenched at his side and I could hear the way in which he was controlling his breathing which only served to make me smile to myself.

"Nothing. The snow doesn't help us at all. When I found his body, he was half-buried under an inch of snow. But I'm willing to bet that this was done by them." By them, Scott meant the rogues and he wasn't wrong. A normal werewolf didn't do this. And while we had it in us to kill humans and devour their bodies, we no longer lived like that. We came a long way for us to be a bel to exist in civilization. We ate normal food and depended on animal hunts. The rogues, however, have been on a killing spree these last few months. And it's not for food. They're killing just for the thrill of it. It doesn't matter if it's humans or werewolves, rogues didn't care about that. There were good ones, yes,

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.