Robin Hood Novels Novels & Stories

I had just pulled some distance from Ruth when Michael continued, crying, "Taylor, I finally see your true colors! You're jealous of my family and of my relationship with Jade, so you wanted me dead to have everything for yourself! "I was blind to treat you so well! I still became friends with you although you're poor. You're an ungrateful friend!" I was completely at a loss for words. Who was the ungrateful one there? Jade instantly went with the flow and chimed in, reprimanding me, "I knew it was you! I was wondering why you kept urging him to drink. It turns out you were trying to poison him!" Before I could say anything, the police arrived.

He was a rogue too. Casimir is a rogue. He's not so bad. There must be a difference. How else am I supposed to stay sane? He must have only snapped that one time in his whole life. Just like me. It was my first time. That wasn't who I was when I fought to save my mother. I did it all for her. I thought it was chivalry. Was it something else? Is it my bloodline? Are Cromwell Rogues just what they say we are?

The scenery couldn’t be worst, the gold diggers transform themselves and two others drew knives, coming to us, enraged, by listening Geffrey say: “They are looters, they came to steal your gold, attack them.” Uncle Ronan turns his head back his appearance distorted and howls, transforming himself in a gray scary mortal wolf, going after Geffrey who was running down the road. The bullets whirred everywhere and the gold diggers grouped themselves to attack us. Far away, uncle Quinn enters a knife fight with two gold diggers, hitting them not giving a chance to escape, but the other is able to sink a knife in his thigh. When getting ready for a second blow on uncle Quinn’s ribs, Adam hits him w

Is Robin that terrifying in their eyes? Robin squinted his eyes. "Scram! Count your lucky stars today, for I have more important things to do than dealing with you filthy bastard!" Robin waved her hand, and the hooligans scrambled away in a flash as if they had never been there before. Is he still the Robin Golden I know? He was being merciless? This isn't like him. Robin looks at me and our gaze meets. We just stood there silently, sizing each other up. I just noticed his dark hair grow longer, and it suits him very much. Like me, he changed so much in just eight months. I subconsciously stepped back when he attempted to step forward.

Forcing herself to relax, she glanced at the line of straight white birches, forming the boundary of the woods she was about to enter. Her obsidian eyes were fixated on that deer’s corpse, the pale red settling into the white resembling the same shade as her cloak. A wolf had come this way…ventured too near the village it seemed. They had been quite bold for the past couple of days…especially since the last full moon…could the legends be true? No! She wouldn’t let ominous thoughts plague her mind…not when there was a daring journey to undertake. She wrapped herself tightly in her cloak, closing the gap from where a chill penetrated. The long-braided hair was settled behind her back, some of

I turned my head to find the rogue from last night that had called me cool. "Pardon her, Lady. She always does. She insists on telling and coopting others into telling horror stories that no one could care less about." Beatrice huffed. "They're really interesting prospects in my opinion. It's far better than hearing about boring things like a mate bond and romance." Facing the other ladies, she complained, "'cause that's all you girls talk about!" "And this is why females shouldn't read books," the rogue moved closer to Beatrice. I stepped in between them, giving the rogue a hard stare. Despite the fact that I didn't know Beatrice, I felt offended by what he had just said. "What's your name?

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.

The best Werehunter known to exist. "He was the man who trained me." "That must explain why you are very skillful in handling your guns. Robyn Hood was a great tactician. He has a sharp eye comparable to an eagle's. Once you are in the line of his sight, he will never let go of you." "But you're quite different from him. In so many ways." "I am?" I raised a brow while eating. "Robyn heavily relied on marksmanship. You, on the other hand, relied more upon blades. Are you sure that Robyn was the one who taught you that?"

Consisting of a quick but loving kiss and a hug. I heard them all start their bikes and I watched on the camera as they all pulled away and left. I just smiled as I finished my drink and started wondering... What the heck was I going to do today!? _________________________________________________________ (for some reason my previous note has been deleted) So, As you can see from the new title, this book is now called ''book one'' in ''The Outlaw Chronicles''. I have planned out a further two books. I can't release the titles yet as it might give away some idea of what is going to happen in the books before it (such as book two can give away what happens in book one and book three can tell yo

He was Rosalind's brother and quite welcome here. "Well then, come sit by this fire. I just finished my novel and was planning to retire soon. I'd be happy to lend it to youif you enjoy novels, that is." She returned to her chair and picked up her book, then came back and placed it in his hands. "It's one of my favorites." He stared at the title. "Lady Jade's Wild Lord? Thank you." It was an L. R. Gloucester novel, a torrid Gothic novel, and he was staring at it with a reverent expression that tugged at her heart. Like a man who hadn't held a book in his hands in years.