Novel & Cerita Rwby Robyn

“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.

They had comforted his heart and body gently. She was such a nice woman. She was gentle and didn't pick fights with anyone, but now this scumbag had broken her precious fingers. Bryce suppressed his anger. He put one hand in his pocket and said evenly, "It would be too degrading for me to touch her. You can take care of it." Tobin replied quickly, "Yes, Mr. Gabelman." After he had left, Tobin grabbed Robyn's hand… Snap! There was a cold flash in her eyes, and then Robyn let out a bloodcurdling scream that sounded inhuman.

“I will turn Troy over to you and if you must take Robin, then I will surrender him too.” “Robin is a sweet boy, why would he not stop his other mate?” I ask. “Why would he let his mate violate my sweet sixteen year old brother?” “Robin returned home in tears, carried by the son of my beta. His mate Troy had a cocky smirk and kept telling him it was for the best and that Robin was wise not to interfere. It took a lot of convincing for any of them to talk and I finally got their friend to tell me what happened and how all Robin could do was whimper and cry while Troy did the unthinkable to their beautiful little mate.”

But I should tell Raven. In a way, I was glad she had rejected Damon. At least she wasn’t stringing him along. He deserved better than to be treated like that. ‘Raven?’ I called through the link. ‘Hey, Robyn!’ She sure had energy… I was aching after training and wouldn’t mind going to sleep again… a nap sounded good right about now. ‘I had another theory, about the curse. I'm sorry I’ve not been of much help, but-’

"Ms. Eastwood, this is all a big misunderstanding. You're Kayla's sister, right? I just wanted to throw her a grand engagement party." Bryson was the first to recover, scrambling to sound in control as he stepped toward Robin. His voice barely registered. I shook my head, panicked. "No... no..." Robin turned away and pulled me into a hug. "It's okay. I got you. Don't be scared." Just her being there steadied me. She took one look at me and didn't even flinch. "Bring the car around," she told her assistant. Didn't spare Bryson a glance—dude was invisible.

Four matches passed in a blur of footwork, sparks, and strained breaths. A few impressive. Most forgettable. The crowd, still buzzing from Nyomei’s performance, was hungry for the next highlight. They didn’t have to wait long. “Next match—Lotanni Ryel versus Bryon Aros.” A hush settled. The name Bryon alone drew tension. Petrusia’s second-in-command. Royal werewolf. Born with both privilege and power, and trained like a weapon since childhood.

“This is Damon, my cousin. He's Robyn's elder brother” Robyn was Roman's cousin and she also attended Rixton High. She wasn't a bad person but I didn’t know her personally as we had never spoken to each other before. She was the type of girl who wore pointy four-inches heels to school paired with designer Chanel or Hermes bags. It was a daring and careless fashion style -for how easily the expensive thousands of dollars bags could get stolen- but I admired her confidence, from afar.

“I love you, and you are utterly exquisite and now you have been marred because of me. I have stayed too long.” Bryony kissed Syrina’s cheek and turned to the door. It was blocked by Rikki-Tikki. “Excuse me,” she said to Rikki-Tikki. He just shook his head and crossed his arms over his chest. “What a silly girl,” Syrina said. She hopped off the table and stood beside Rikki-Tikki. She looked angry, amused, frustrated and frighteningly fierce. She was a radiant warrior, a delicate guillotine. Bryony very nearly wanted to step away from her, but then she remembered it was Syrina, and she felt brave again.

the demon mumbled. "20? How'd you get so fast up within one minute? You're cheating on me." Dyrroth asked skeptically. "Darling I'm a crowd control hero." Ruby answered, spinning her scythe to block out the arrows shot to her by goblins. Bullets fired from the end of her scythe killing her assailants effortlessly. "There's your proof." she pointed to the porch where a mass of dead bodies piles up moving her scythe back a little to stab a goblin charging at her with the end of her weapon.

"And get the car ready. I'm heading over to Raven's place first." If they really couldn't find Sabrina, Raven would definitely throw a tantrum. He needed to buy some time first. A short while later, he arrived at Raven's house. From inside came the nearly maniacal laughter of a middle-aged woman. "Mom, don't get too excited. Watch your blood pressure." Through the crack in the door, he saw Raven slipping into a wedding dress as she laughed. Next to her stood a bloated-looking older woman—Robyn. "How can I not be excited? That bitch is finally going to die today."