Sir Guy Robin Hood Novels & Stories

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."

"Cammie! My name is Cammie." Everyone was quiet for a moment and then the older gentleman says, “nice to meet you Cammie, I am Sheriff of these parts and this is my wife Willow she is a doctor as I expect she has mentioned to you already. Everyone calls me Sheriff but please feel free to call me Henry or Mr Penser. This young man here who seems to have lost his tongue is Robin, this is his here bedroom we’re all standing in at the moment”. I look to the good looking, manly, bearded man, wondering to myself if his name seems a little feminine? I mean, he is possibly the manliest man I have ever seen, “Robin, not what I was expecting”.

He thought for a second and replied “She must be smart of course. She must also be kind-hearted and friendly with everyone.” “These are general qualities Mr.Stone. Say some different and specific ones.” He looked directly at the camera and said, “She must be so stubborn to not be able to please her even by me.” Immediately Rani cleared her throat from beside me. “That is totally different. Anything else?” the reporter asked. He nodded and replied “She makes the finest coffee. I mean she must make the finest coffee.” This time I heard all my friends along with Maam clearing their throats. I didn’t even turn to look at them because the shock was written all over my face.

The man’s shots were extremely accurate. Anyone from Mordu’s upper social circle would’ve immediately recognized him as Terry Smith, one of Mordu’s famed Six Princes.

“AAARRMMPPPHH!!” Sirius put the piece of Ronald's penis into his mouth and forced the piece of meat down to his throat. Until he choked on his own dick. “Nnghhh! Nngghh!” Ronald groaned with his mouth and throat clogged. "That's for my girl." Sirius said casually, he seemed to be enjoying his work. He retrieved his dagger again, stabbing Ronald near his heart. With tremendous force he pry the man's heart out of his chest and plunged it into Ronald's throat as well.

Then, with measured elegance, he placed his hand over his chest and bowed his head slightly. “I apologize for startling you, Miss Melissa.” His voice was deep, smooth, and laced with authority. “My name is Robin.” My entire body went rigid at the name. Robin. He wasn’t just anyone. He was Prince Lenox’s right-hand man. The rumors about him were as infamous as they were terrifying. Some said he was the shadow behind the throne, the man who cleaned up messes in ways that no one dared to speak of. Others claimed he was just as ruthless and cunning as the one he served.

A buffy man, the tallest of the three, grumbled in frustration. He was Sir Brooder, general of combat and skills. He was twenty years older than Cain, almost like a father, but treated him as his younger brother. The man apparently was Lord Midas’ right hand, but never slew a man without reason. In times of battle, he only stayed on campgrounds receiving fallen comrades for medical assistance.

I'm telling you if you don't want to regret your life, you better put me down this instant. "Woah... the cat knows how to act fierce????" [Trust me, young lad. If not because I don't want to bully the weak, you would have been down on the ground now searching for your own teeth... ] "Hahaha! You really know how to humor me. Hahaha!" The young man put the cat down as he stared at it with eyes full of humor. "My name is Robin. I don't originally belong here, but that useless system accidentally sends me here instead. My job is to save crazy villainess of the world."