Sir Guy Robin Hood 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?"

Honestly nobody knows. How was he captured? My Prince you see, Sir Justice Maclean was the choice of the people. He was action man; he does everything for the people and they loved him. He knows the problem of the people because he is always with them. He could go out easily even without his security because the masses were his security. Our studies have shown that Sir Justice went out in a couch with his twins into the forest to play with some wild animals and he was captured. His twins were female and male.

Gesturing to Robard, he watched the young man stand up and come to stand in front of the crowd. Standing and facing the crowd, the man began to speak. "My name is Robard Goodheart and I am Lord Richard's cousin, his closest confidant and an occasional spy, when the situation called for. It seems in this situation, it was called for. A local innkeeper has sent word that there were a couple of men at his establishment that were up to no good and throwing around the name of some wealthy villagers from several towns over. Names that were very prominent in our area, due to their generosity and giving nature. I came upon them and asked about seeking employment as a soldier. I was told that I would

"My God, madam, you are truly a Sir among Sirs. Benjamin has been dealing with it for half an hour without any progress, but you solved it in ten minutes." Robin was surprised and shocked. Only now did he realize that none of the people around Madam were simple, they were all Sirs of their respective skills. For example, Riley and Tara. For example, Claire, all of them were mysterious and beautiful. Benjamin gave Robin a cold look. Robin trembled. What did he just say? Was he saying that Sir was not as good as Madam? Ouch! With so many bloody lessons right in front of him, why did his mouth always get him into trouble?

he gave Nyx an approving nod— “you made the perfect choice. Finally becoming a man, huh?” I smirked, shaking his hand. “You talk too much for someone who’s supposed to be resting.” He chuckled, then turned to Nyx. “And you, young lady, are even prettier in person.” Nyx smiled softly. “Thank you, Mr. Rob. It’s nice to finally meet you.” “Please,” he waved a hand, “just Rob. ‘Mr.’ makes me sound old.” I couldn’t help the small smile tugging at my lips. That’s Rob—the oldest of my men. Fierce. Ruthless. Loyal to the bone. Sometimes too damn stubborn for a man without legs.

The dressed young man said. “Are you OK?" He looked at Maha who was squinting and trying to cover herself. ‘I'm fine. Thank you.” "My name is Robin. A business person.” He introduced himself to her. "Myself Maha. A club dancer." She introduced herself while sneaking a glance. Robin is a business person so it was even more pertinent for her to be careful. Money greed and the dream of a better life dragged Maha into this swamp. Counting the heavy pile of notes, a faint smile appeared on her face.

with his closest friends and their girlfriends, Sandy packs her bags, ready for a romantic milestone. But when she arrives at the secluded lodge, the girlfriends are nowhere to be found. Instead, she is greeted by five massive, intimidating men: Roy, the authoritative chief of security; the silent and muscular Sebastian; the rugged Ryan; and Bobi, a towering black hunk who makes her heart race with fear and desire.

It laughed, dodging the projectile. “What the heck are you?” I demanded, balling my hands into fists. The shadow rose, stretching its limbs as it emerged into the sunlight. I gasped as it- he- extended his hand with flourish and grinned devilishly. “Merry,” he winked, voice like a fiddle. “Be I knave or sprite, my nature is holy, and wholly mischievous. I am but a good fellow, come to fetch a girl of fair age and sullen disposition.” The creature bowed rakishly low. “And, by the bend of thy brow, I suspect that girl is you. Very well, I say. If you'll allow me to hasten introductions, I am Robin, a common puck.”

This time I escape Greyson's hold and run to the first Sir Hulk who help me. I tug Sir Hulk sleeves and said "Thank you Sir Hulk!" He nodded at me. Nope. Not enough. I tug his sleeves again and he bent down. I hugged him which made him stiffen. He just tap my back 3 times. I high five the rest of the Sir Hulks outside. As I return to Greyson's side I saw him looking at Sir Hulk number 1. Greyson's a little bit taller than him. How tall is he? Sir Hulk keeps shooking his head. It's weird because Greyson's not even talking.

"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."