Novel & Cerita Robin X

" Robin defended with a scowl. Robin was eighteen when he got his powers for the first time. Most Faeries get their powers at the age of twelve. Due to being away from Faeries for years, he had no experience or knowledge of how to use his powers. When he finally got them, he was so excited to show them to his two best friends. He tried making a ball of light from the river next to their cabin but all that came out was sparkles. When he finally perfected luminescence, Diana and Rudolph finally got the heart to laugh at his failed tries.

I ask, amused. "I don't know, man. I think she's having issues with professor Houston. She is in danger of flunking," Robin spoke sharply, evenly sharing his attention between explaining and the coffee mugs he was rinsing out quickly. “Wow! Houston is no joke man, always with the hardheadedness" I burst out and Robin concurs with a brief nod, as his attention was fixed on making coffee a customer had ordered. "How do you know so much about her Robin? “you mean you've never seen her here before?" Robin questioned looking distracted.

He is a ten in my books. Surprising this was more shocking than the mate finding. "A ten?, Robin said. "You gave a six and a quarter." "When you find your mate, she will give you a ten. Don't stress me." Robin looked at me sulking. I think he had a slight crush on Anabelle. He never said anything though. Caroline and Stephen come downstairs. "He had slipped into a deep, seeming peaceful sleep. Thank you so much Mira. How much do we owe you?"

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

Spotting him standing near the fireplace, engaged in conversation, Robin stumbled forward, his voice quivering with fear. "Alpha Leori! Help me! There's something...something attacking me!" he managed to blurt out, his words rushed and breathless. The room fell silent as all eyes turned towards Robin, the urgency and terror in his voice catching their attention. Alpha Leori's gaze locked onto Robin, concern etching deep lines on his face. Without a word, he swiftly approached Robin, his authoritative presence radiating a sense of calm amidst the chaos.

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.

No one sees him move, but with a flick of his wrist, the representative of the Blackthorn family is thrown several meters into the air, slamming into the wall, and the scythe embeds itself in the wall, just above him as though to say, you could have lost your neck just now. I gulp, goosebumps rising on my skin. Why is he standing up for me? More importantly, what could he want from me? "Does anyone else have an objection?" He asks casually. Alpha Xander steps back, his eyes wary. "What the hell are you?" The stranger grins, the angle of the sunset lighting a part of his face, making his grin look sinister. "I go by many names. But you can call me Ragnar Thorne." Alpha Xander stiffens, his fa

"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."

xoxo, Ronnie