Robin X Beastboy Novels & Stories

Roddy looked up quickly from the report he was running. "Hey, Beast," he said politely. Christopher looked at him. "I want to punch something." Roddy looked away quickly. "I'll leave you alone then…"

It was hard to believe Robin was the younger one. “Hello, did…. did you bring my little sister yet? Is she alive?” The boy, who I could only assume was only a year or so younger than me, looked distraught again today. The Beast’s organs clung tight to his eyes in a garish fashion while he crawled about the cage. Yet, like every other day, he called out to me. He’d take his food and drink with thanks, but no matter how much he spoke, I wouldn’t return his chatty nature.

(You can save her ease… we can't lose our mate, that would be another pain for me. Then my beast stirred, furious and restless. (Don’t do it! If your wolf leaves I will take over… after all, he has been useless) My beast argued back. Girl the first time I wasn't ready to listen to my beast. “I have no choice,” I said through my teeth. (It will cost us everything. You pull the Lupin soul out, you won’t be the same. You will be weaker..) My beast growled. “I don’t care!” I roared, slamming my claws into my own chest.

Robin endured the pain of his soul injury, and he bowed with guilt. He was traumatized by the terrifyingly powerful spirit energy of his opponent. He never expected someone to possess that level of spirit energy. He could not believe that spirit energy was used with a fireball spell. Michelle sipped her drink and frowned. She did not speak for a long while. She gently beckoned after a long while. Two figures appeared behind her. There was a muscular guy with thick eyebrows and a hunchbacked elder. They stood by her side. Robin looked up slowly. He asked with a shocked expression, "Are you two here to kill me?"

My spaced out brain idly concludes I’m racking up quite the body count these days, and not the sexy, fun kind. The tattooed stump reminds me of Strike. The guitar toting, Robyn-touching bastard. The fucker tracked her to the silver exiles hideout the morning of the grain heist. Holding her by the throat just like the green bruises she used to sport. I had to intervene. I rushed out of my hiding spot, jumping from my brown horse, Ares. Robyn was against a tree, stammering, her delicate skin even paler, searching for someone to help her.

“Open up! Sonia screamed, banging the door. He looked at Rose as she was fidgeting. “Undress, you bitch! Don’t let me tear this dress,” he said coldly. Robin was huge, compared to the other bodyguards. He had the physique of a monster, having a lot of scars on his face. He watched Rose undress, tears rolling down her cheeks. “Take this shit!” he said, throwing the cleaner’s robe at her. “The only reason I’m not tapping that ass of yours is because I only follow instructions from my boss,” Robin hissed and walked out.

“You’re just a measly pre-celestial fighter, yet you’re such a big talker. How dare you shamelessly boast about kicking me out of this body!” Kayson pulled out the Lightning Charmboard instantly and said nonchalantly, “You can try to see if you can withstand the Lightning Charmboard’s power.” Beckham’s gaze turned slightly solemn as he stared at Kayson’s Lightning Charmboard with a dreadful expression. His soul possessed Beckham’s body, so the powerful Lightning Charmboard would not only destroy Beckham’s body but it would also harm his soul. “What do you want, boy?” Beckham’s gaze was grim. He had managed to hide well enough that not even Eden Joy’s owner noticed his change, yet an unknown

I paused, “…you will stop me immediately even if physical restraint becomes necessary. No matter what it takes.” “Understood.” Silence returned again, but it did not last long. The clock suddenly chimed once, a sharp sound echoing through the study, then again, then again. A massive wave of dark energy exploded violently through my veins, and my entire body locked in place as pain erupted everywhere at once. Every muscle convulsed beneath my skin, and another growl escaped my throat, except this time it no longer sounded part human. It sounded fully monstrous. My vision flashed amber, then darker, then brighter again as my beast roared.

She had parted ways with Corbin who went the other way. Following the whimpers, her eyes widened at who she saw. There under the tree was Axion in his beast form, crying and hiding his face. His body and hands were stained with blood, probably the blood of all the men he had ripped apart while wanting to run and stay away from Phoenix. Happiness ran down Phoenix and her tears multiplied. " Axion " Hearing her voice, Axion's beasty ears twitched and he immediately looked up. Seeing who was standing before him, his teary, vicious eyes beamed and a snarl left his lips.

Phobos cries out my name in warning he is against this and he shall fight the one who is anticipating my call. "Pojď. Pojď ke mně, mé zvíře." I scream out and Phobos crumples to his knees upon the soil grunting in agony clutching onto his head for the inner war has begun between man and beast to my call. I swallow nervously keeping my calm despite the worry I feel seeing my male undergo physical suffering because of me. (Come. Come to me, my beast) I witness my male battle the beast with everything he has within him, a struggle between glowing gold and striking ocean blues take part within his globes. Phobos holds equal power and strength, he will not permit the beast to surge forward. He re