Robin Hood: Mischief In Sherwood Novels & Stories

Robin narrowed his eyes as he sized up Fane and the others, seemingly trying to spot some great secrets from them. Robin laughed coldly, shrugging as he said, “We can’t let them escape. I’ve never heard about anybody coming out of the legend under the Cliff of Sorrow, but these people had actually made it out. They probably know something very important.” Robin suddenly turned around and looked to those three people behind him. Those three looked alike and were obviously brothers. “Derek Roffe, you’ll go to the left, and Dudley Roffe to the right. Damian Roffe, you’ll remain in the center with me.”

Jackson's malicious grin met my gaze. "Enough. I'm trying to figure out a way to do this without getting caught," I told them both, pacing back and forth in the old cabin where we were in hiding. I paused in front of the fireplace, looking at the roaring fire. “What if we ask her to get her hands dirty? Do you think that she will go for that?” I turned to look at Maurice.

Blood sprayed across the stone. He released the body and before it had even finished falling, he rotated to meet the second attacker, catching its foreleg and snapping it with one brutal twist before slamming it into the ground and finishing it. The third and fourth rogues hesitated. That hesitation cost them. Robin didn’t wait for them to recover. He was already moving, his jaws locking around the neck of one of them—he slammed it repeatedly against the ground until it stopped moving entirely. The fourth turned to run. It didn’t make it three steps.

“Ruby Vermillion is a nineteen-year-old woman raised in the Northerneast mountains. She is believed to be working for the King of Hezel to neutralize us with our plans to expand our territory.” I smirk. Interesting. “And? Ah, yes, by the way. Is she somehow involved by a man named Robyn?” “Yes, correct. She seems to be affiliated with Robyn Winchester. The Hooded Archer in Green of Hezel.” Now, that makes her even more interesting. Robyn Winchester. A sharpshooter. Tenacious with his bow and arrow. One-shot, one kill. A man who formulated a quick poison to immobilize us, Weres. I still remember the day when I crossed paths with him. So that’s why Ruby’s attacks seemed familiar.

This rogue is not my target, not today. But a wave of loud cheers breaks through the forest, and the sudden noise startles the rogue. He leaps at me and knocks me off my feet. I am on my back with a massive wolf on top of me, desperately trying to rip my throat out. I press my fingers into his eyes and smirk at the pained whimper that escapes the animal. He steps back so I can stand up, but he tries to attack me again without a second's hesitation. I manage to jump to the side and dodge a few of the rogue's attacks until I hear someone calling my name in the distance. At that moment, I lose my damn focus and the rogue drills a claw into my thigh. I grit my teeth and refuse to make a sound. W

a voice rallied the crowd, which swarmed toward Alexander, ready to trample him. However, before they could even reach him, Alexander called out, "Stop, it's over!" Just like that? It had barely begun. The crowd turned to see Robin on the ground, twitching, unable to stand. This was the Lord of War—swift and decisive. "How can this be? Who's responsible? Show yourself!" "Who the hell hit Mister Lorrel?" The fans were livid, scanning for the assailant, but no one stepped forward. Little did they know, Red Rose had stayed out of sight. Her well-aimed pebble to Robin's gut was all it took to bring him down.

She met Dylan’s gaze; he offered a brief, steady nod. The doors slammed shut. --- #### Shadows Strike The first arrow thunked into the beam above Ophelia’s head, scattering splinters. Hooded figures burst from the loft: half a dozen bowmen wearing black hawk emblems crudely sewn on winter leathers. Griff shouted, drawing steel. Rurik launched upward, yanking a raider to the floorboards. Chaos geysered—steel clanged, wolves shouted, the brazier spilled coals that rolled like burning marbles.

“Answers? What’s there to ask? She was in my way, and I took care of her. Simple as that.” “You’re lying!” Edward roared, shaking off Daniel’s grip. “You didn’t just ‘take care’ of her. You slaughtered her like a coward!” Robin’s expression darkened, and he stepped closer, his voice dropping to a deadly tone. “Careful, Edward. You’re in my domain now. And trust me, I’ve been waiting for this, too.” Edward and Daniel instinctively shifted into defensive stances as Robin snapped his fingers. From the shadows, two more rogues emerged, their snarls echoing through the hall.

Trios were allowed to exist again. But right on the heels of that, a group of witches showed up—called the Riding Hoods. Yeah, as in Little Red Riding Hood. Turns out the old story was true. The original Red was killed by a rogue werewolf. Her sister got revenge, then decided her new life mission was killing every werewolf on Earth. She built a cult of twisted followers, and now we’ve got a bunch of mummified witches coming for our throats. We beat them back in America, sent them crawling back to Europe. But they didn’t stay quiet.

This felt too easy. I approached Hood cautiously. "Hood," I whispered. His head snapped up. "Kael? Is that you?" Relief flooded his voice, and I quickly removed his blindfold and began untying him. Suddenly, the forest erupted with movement. Rogues emerged from the shadows, their eyes gleaming with malice. "Ambush!" I shouted, drawing my sword. My warriors sprang into action, clashing with the rogues in a cacophony of steel and snarls. Hood, now free, grabbed a fallen weapon and joined the fray.