Robin Hush Novels & Stories

"Hi, sunny. Good to see you back." "It's good to be back, sir," I say and continue on my way. I sigh, seeing how big the aisles are and how commercial it has become. I was glad they kept things in their usual aisles, though with more variety than before. I grabbed a jar of raw honey, eyeing the label. "I don't get it...What does she have that I don't have?" I hear Roxanne's voice, making me turn. Her daughter sat on the shopping cart, playing with Roxanne's keys. Does she not know how much bacteria are on those damn things? I closed my eyes, sighing but grunting inwardly. "Hello to you too, Rox."

“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.

"I need to wash the thought of that girl out of my head." The door opened again, and Robin walked in. He was a presence that demanded silence. Tall, dark, and broad-shouldered, he filled the space effortlessly. He wore a brown shirt that looked ready to burst against his chest. As a wolf-human hybrid, he was more formidable than most. He had a way of using his primal side that made even us stay on our toes. Robin’s dark eyes fell on the body on the floor. He didn't look angry, just inconvenienced. He looked at Rory. "You hit your limit for the month. No more casualties until the books reset next week."

He arrived at the villa's door through the mountain trail. The door was wide open like they were waiting for his arrival. Wilbur did not hesitate to walk in. Hugh and Silas stood there in the living room, but Robin was nowhere to be seen. Wilbur saw them and frowned. Robin was lurking in the dark. He used his remaining spiritual energy to activate his Dark Domain. His Dark Domain was only targeted on Wilbur alone. He had to hide somewhere in a dark corner to keep it that way, so he was not able to move.

I raised my brows, waiting for a response as the three of them turned to look at me. “You see the leader of the BHDS group,” Lukas pointed. “He was Robin’s friend in the States.” I furrowed my brows Just how many people does Robin Hiesten know? First was Hinn Carlos and now BHDS group leader. “Robin told him to host his concert here that there were a lot of people who would love to see him perform and since he also graduated from our school,” Nicholas added. “I heard he helped convince their agent, Robin has potential, I must say.”

I was on cloud nine, riding in comple ecstasy and I didn't want it to end anytime. Who would have thought, that after everything, one day, it would be Michael himself, my Mr Rover, who would want me?

Once the guests were gone, Henry turned grim. "What on earth is going on? Robin, find the person who changed Summer's birthday video at once. I don't care what the mastermind's goal is. I'll make whoever it is pay for ruining my precious Summer's 18th birthday party!" "Yes, Mr. Hartford Senior!" Robin Cohen, a hulking man with a fearsome expression, replied. Henry had brought Robin back from a human trafficking ring over two decades ago. Apparently, Robin had been trained since childhood to be an assassin, but Henry took him in as a godson.

The crystals in a five-foot radius around him went completely dark, their inner light extinguished. Ronan threw his crystal spear. It was a perfect throw, fast and straight, aimed at the Hush's chest. The spear flew into the sphere of silence. And it slowed. It was as if it was moving through thick, invisible mud. It lost its momentum, its force just… draining away. It dropped to the crystal floor with a dull clatter, a dozen feet short of its target, its light gone out. The Hush did not even glance at it. His empty eyes were still fixed on Lyra. He was the antidote to her song.

Then they just stared at each other, as if their ability to converse had just disappeared. "Well." Robin cleared her throat. "I guess we should introduce ourselves. "Robin Hanna." She held out her hand across the table. She had one moment of panic, wondering if she should have told him her name. Then she gave a mental shrug. She'd just have to believe Jonas when he assured her the Russians had no idea where she was. "Trey DeMarcus." He took her hand and enveloped it in his warm one. "Nice to meet you, Robin Hanna. Is that Robin with an i or a y?"

Robin could not bear to watch this. “Sir, Madam, I’m Robin Turner of the Lotus Sect, and I apologize to you on her behalf.” He bowed to Dustin. “Miss Elisa is… a frail young woman. She can’t possibly go through all forty-eight slaps. Please be merciful and forgive her this once.” Dustin gave him an indifferent look. “You said you’re Robin Turner of the Lotus Sect?” he asked. “I am,” Robin said. “Who do you think you are? You have no place to talk here,” Dustin said coldly.