Robyn #wolfwalkers Novels & Stories

He is large and has long dark hair and a dark beard. "My name is Robb. I was the former alpha's beta but held the title gamma when your dad was alpha." he say and bowed slightly towards my dad. I looked up at dad and his wolf nodded at me in confirmation. "Okey, Robb, can you take these wolves away from here after I have removed the chaines?" I ask of him and he nods in confusion but doesn't say anything. I feel for my magic and even after this battle, I still have energy left in me and crush the chains that held the wolves in place.

"Her charms can deceive you." I chuckled daintily and resumed my meal, hoping that the topic about me would soon go away. But unfortunately, it didn't. "So, Miss Vermillion. How long have you been hunting us, werewolves?" "Ever since when I was twelve." "How old are you now?" "It is none of your business, Sir Dreyar." He smirked. "I've heard that you are Robynn's apprentice. Is that true?" I took a deep breath. Everyone who has heard my name would know that I am involved with the one and only Robyn Hood. The best Werehunter known to exist.

“Wish for what remains of the Chernoye Nebo Pack to perish within the next hour.” Sasha’s hands shook violently as the stone’s energy seeped into his skin. His face twisted, his lips parted, horror dawned on his face. But he still choked the words out as commanded. The stone glowed red. And before he could react, before he could even begin to beg for his life, I shifted into my wolf form and drove my claws into his chest, curling them around his still-beating heart. His body jerked. A choked gasp escaped him. Then I ripped.

Raven places a beautiful bow that is hand carved out of yew and heavily decorated in Viking knot work into my hands. “Thank you, Alpha Raven this is stunning. Thank you, Alpha King Osric,” I nod my head to Osric, when I turn to my people who are all clapping and cheering. “Luna Liliana!” Ryder leads the pack into cheering for me, before they kneel in submission for Ryder and I. Ryder quickly shifts and begins to howl making every one of age, and those who aren’t with child, shift and howl in response. I can’t help standing, holding my belly, watching my beautiful mate as a large black wolf with a white patch on his chest and just below his jaw, howling before me.

My Lycan strength, my power—it’s missing, and the man before me has rendered me vulnerable. “Now let us not get too off topic. We can make this quick,” Elijah says to me. Out of nowhere, a woman appears in a black cloak with a hood, the inside coating like a crimson red. She goes to hand me a drink, and I'm hesitant. "The drink won't kill you," she says, as if I’m just supposed to trust her. "Well, since you appeared out of nowhere, I’m assuming I can’t trust the drink and you’re a witch," I retort, snapping my head back toward Elijah . "You’re the last royal wolf working with a witch," I spat at him discussed.

Either way though, I know I'm going to enjoy myself. I chuckled, as I began getting dressed for the meeting. 'For your sake, I hope I enjoy this, Robyn. The first two encounters weren't as fun as possible, and I find myself really dreading today's meeting.' Robyn blinked. 'Now I'm getting worried. If those wolves couldn't make us feel good, how sure are we a human can? I mean, both wolves we were intimate with were ranked wolves, not even omegas like me.' Oh, Robyn. She's truly invested in this, and for her sake like I said, I wish this turns out well. After all, we are going back home tomorrow.

I closed my eyes as the blonde tightened his grip on my throat. I could do nothing to stop them. The werewolf law was brutal and unwavering. I was going to die. I hoped it would be quick. Suddenly, the brunette spoke up. “Wait! Let her go, Robyn.” The blonde growled in response, “She is a rogue, chief!” The brunette replied with authority, “I know, but she appears scared and harmless, let her go.” Robyn reluctantly let me go, and the wind rushed into my throat.

Then she saw herself growing older, her body maturing through each passing moon. And then… beside her appeared a large, gray wolf, silent, steadfast, always protecting her. His gaze was tender and profound, filled with an overwhelming love. Lyra opened her eyes and turned to meet Raven’s gaze. “Gray Wolf…” she murmured. Raven’s heart surged. He couldn’t contain his joy and exclaimed, “Yes! That’s me! Gray Wolf… you always called me that!” His eyes lit up with hope, as if a thick fog had finally parted to reveal a glimmer of light. But Lyra only looked at him in silence, then gently shook her head.

[Rosalynd] “I’m not a wolf,” I argue. “My wolf, Conner, disagrees,” Axel counters. “He says he’s seen her, your wolf. He also says she is beautiful, by the way.” He blushes. “I think we are both eager to meet her.” “Don’t you think if I had a wolf all this time I would have known about it?” I suggest. “I mean, your wolf has a whole personality of his own. I would have noticed if a part of me was arguing with me as much as Conner argues with you.”

Today, the topic she raised about the disappearance of her mother made it clear that she could not delay any longer. Warbler Onyx's mercenaries found Leah two months ago, but while the girl is on the territory of the Amber pack, they can't do anything. Should the werewolves poke their nose into our territory, they will give a reason for the confrontation of the packs. Therefore, all this time they are forced to simply watch and wait. It remains only to understand, to find out: what Onyx wants.