Robin Weapons Novels & Stories

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?"

But then I remembered the mascara stained tears on my face which must have given me away and I aggressively began to wipe them off even though I knew my face was only becoming more of a mess. “I asked a question and I hate repeating myself so give me an answer before I blow your brains out” he said, his voice still calm while he drilled holes through them with blazing eyes and I saw one guard swallowing in fear. It was satisfying to see them scared and I wondered just how ruthless this Mr Rover was to make them look this terrified. They still didn't say a word and obviously losing his patience, he shot straight into the knees of two of them and I screamed as their blood splattered all over t

Dawn has arrived as they prepare for some weapons to take, they dressed up like a warrior. Niffa in her braided tail hair matched her white sweatshirt and black pants as she put on her long dark boots then she grabbed her bow and arrow. “Still stick to that bow and arrow huh,” Rico said as he put on his long dark boots, he had the same outfit as Niffa but he put on his dark cape looking mysterious like before. He pulls the huge toolbox under the desk.

After I was done, Robin suggested we throw knives and walk to a table at the far end of the ground, and I followed behind him. He took out the small piece of velvet cloth that was placed upon it. I looked at the table and saw a small tray that had a variety of knives on it. Curiosity got the better of me so I reached for the tray to examine the weapons. Some were long, others short, some had a double-edged while a few had a small bent on the tip like a loop. His fingers traced the edge of the tray as he muttered, “Every knife is sharp and can kill but you need to know the right one to use in a fight.”

"What use do I have for a child? I have enough women, Drew." "Mm, but you see, my sweet Robin is special. Just like her mother, she's a saintess--a harbinger of the Goddess herself. Any child she bears can be made into a weapon, who knows, perhaps she can change a nation. Are you still only interested in partial participation?" My father waved the idea out like a tempting buffet. The other man looked famished. It was completely and utterly insane. Dad was...selling off Robin for allies. And none of us...had any idea.

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.

Robb said as he adjusted the rim of his glasses on his nose. "Sure, how many bags of qeros do you require?" Dove inquired, and Robb replied, "Just one will do." Robb took one of the purses, and Ammon took the remaining three. Robb led them to a medium-sized room with various types of weapons arranged accordingly. Elex examined the blade of his sword to ensure that it was still sharp, " Everything is still fine. I don't need a new sword; new armour will suffice." "Come with me, I'll show you where I keep all of my armour," Robb said to Elex and led him out of the room .

"Don't worry. I won't kill you. As long as you serve me well and be my woman, you will get wealth and power in the future." Lukas untied the rope around Robin's hands and feet when he finished the last word. He thought she was weak and posed no threat to him. Robin said expressionlessly, "General, you're thinking too much. Since I'm an assassin, I won't marry anyone, let alone serve men." When she said that, her eyes were as cold as ice. She did not even look at Lukas. 'Damn it, pretending to be a pure and innocent girl now?'

"And he's only making things worse." Then, I glanced at Justine. Good thing he did not show any signs of worries and fears on his face at that moment when he was completely preoccupied with the food and drinks on our table. So, I simply let him focus on that matter. "And if I don't? Are you gonna shoot me with that useless bullets?" Robin said back. There has no doubt he could smile from ear to ear to the police officer that way because he knew he can beat him in a matter of seconds. "So, if I were you, better get those hands away from me and join your family in the meal."

Robbin looked at the gun beside her. Determined not to let these men get away with killing her family, she aimed at the head of the man who shot her uncle. Fueled by anger and adrenaline, she waited as they walked towards the body of the man with the large bag, then pulled the trigger, hitting the side of his head. Her uncle's gun lessons paid off. The recoil knocked her a little off balance, but she took aim again. Startled by the sudden gunshot and shocked to see the body of his friend, the man who shot her aunt looked around frantically, trying to figure out where the shot came from. She shot again but missed her target, hitting him instead at the back of his leg. Following the sound, he