Robin Hood: Mischief In Sherwood Novels & Stories

"Not the best encounter ever, but can be worse I think." I answer calmly while I change myself into my clothes. I had an old black suit that had a few blood patterns on it because of the accident. I let the bow I had around my shoulders, and we open the room door sustained by Seth to walk faster from that place. But my luck disappears when I see Crystal coming to us with a big smile on her face. That smile was not meant for me, no. It was for Seth.

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 step up onto the trailer, pouncing off of it and landing squarely on top of the other wolf, ramming my sword down through the base of its skull. “NOOOO!” an ear-shattering scream comes from behind me and I spin to see a wolf fighting for its life under a much larger rogue that tears at it going for its throat. Robin sprints and jumps in between them, landing herself over the bottom wolf's throat with her body. The wolf above her bites into her side as she releases an agonizing scream. My body moves before I even have a moment to comprehend I am moving.

"We better hurry if we're going to storm this place by tomorrow morning." "Tonight. We're attacking Mistwood Creek tonight,” I said coldly. “Sounds more fun," He replied and signaled his men to retreat. "Don't be missing sweetheart,” he said to Lily. With that, Shadowvale turned on his heel and walked away, his men following close behind. “Who will pay for these damages?!" The lodge owner demanded. I nodded at Martin and he hurriedly threw the pouch filled with gold coins at me and I threw it to the lodge owner. “For the damages,"

As Robin left the scene, he crossed paths with Leroi, who bowed respectfully. "What happened there?" Leroi inquired, his curiosity piqued. "Just a little problem, nothing to worry about," Robin assured him, not wanting to burden his pack leader with unnecessary details. Leroi seized the opportunity to inform Robin about an upcoming event at the mansion they had been invited to that night. Intrigued, Robin agreed, and they gathered a few pack members before embarking on their journey. The pack members arrived at the grand mansion, each one silently sneaking inside to avoid drawing attention. Leroi and Robin made their way to the opulent sitting room, where they were greeted by Mr. Thompson, a

I whispered, hot tears pooling rapidly along my cheeks. The sharp click of the doorknob turning instantly paralyzed me with fear. Hearing the heavy, distinct footsteps of the monster approaching the bed, I renewed my frantic struggles against the ropes. "I wouldn't even bother trying that if I were you, my love," Archie murmured smoothly. When I snapped my head in his direction, I was met with a sickening, triumphant grin. He looked genuinely amused by the sight of me lying there completely defenseless.

"Rosalind was robbed by a highwayman on the way to Lennox House. She thought at first that this man was me. Admit the truth to me now and I will decide how to deal with your foolishness another time." "I" Ash pressed harder on the shoulder when he hesitated too long. Rafe sent a venomous glare toward Rosalind. "Hell of a shot it was too, through the dark and rain. I don't know how she managed to hit me." Ashton groaned. His fool of a brother was really playing the part of a highwayman? What was next? Would levelheaded Joanna run off to Gretna Green with a stranger? "Do you want to end up on the gallows, you fool?"

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

"Right! If she joins us, we could learn a thing or two!" Robin looked at me, and his lips twitched. "You're good," he uttered and smiled. Hiding the joy of hearing his compliment, I smiled and said, "Your turn." He smirked and also pulled ten arrows. My eyes narrowed as soon as he released the arrows. They flew at fast speed with great accuracy, and with the strength he used, I'm afraid I'll lose. This scumbag has talent, I see. With a loud bang, all ten arrows hit the target board's bullseye and even made a hole in the board as all the arrows struck deeply. Robin's ten arrows even destroyed the one I used.

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.”