Sir Guy Robin Hood Novels & Stories

Taking his hand when he reached for mine, we started determinedly toward the building. “All right,” I said, popping my neck one way, then the other, as if I was getting ready to rumble. “Let’s Bonnie and Clyde this joint.” Except Hayden shook his head and winced. “Bonnie and Clyde robbed banks and gas stations and killed people. We’re just seeing justice done, which makes us more like—I don’t know—Robin Hood and Maid Marian maybe.” “Okay, fine.” I nodded. “I can dig that, too.” Then I slapped him on the butt and added, “I’ll be Robin Hood,” before racing ahead.

Ava turned. Sir Gabriel Blackwood ,the faire’s star knight ,stood in the entrance of the tavern tent. He was still in full costume: a fitted black tunic that hugged his broad chest and muscular arms, leather breeches, and tall boots. His dark hair was tousled from the day’s jousting, and a light stubble shadowed his strong jaw. At 34, he looked every inch the handsome, dangerous knight the crowds adored. He had removed his helmet, revealing piercing blue eyes that were fixed on her with unmistakable hunger.

Strong. My smile grows. "Thank you for saving me from facing Lars." "You're welcome," Robin's chocolate eyes briefly soften before hardening again. "Wait here." "Roger." I stand up from the couch and have to crane my neck to offer Robin a smile. It's a reminder that the guy is well over six feet tall with massive muscles—he is a force to be reckoned with. I watch him walk into the hallway. He is about to open the door when a terrible scene of him getting shot in the head plays in my mind. It makes me stand up from the couch.

Gosh. I stepped into the second floor of this fast-food restaurant to meet this kind of alpha guy where he’s the one who always perky enough about this program. I really thought he will offer himself as the leader though. For the very first time of this meeting, I already dislike one of the members and I wonder is there any chance I dislike anyone else in the club. My eyes were catching each corner of this room, well, I don’t know his looks yet so I need to make sure I don’t greet the wrong person. My sight stopped to the guy wearing a denim jacket, he looks tubby and his eyes never leave his cellphone. “Excuse me, I’m looking for someone from group 5 of the community service program. Are yo

“Open up! Sonia screamed, banging the door. He looked at Rose as she was fidgeting. “Undress, you bitch! Don’t let me tear this dress,” he said coldly. Robin was huge, compared to the other bodyguards. He had the physique of a monster, having a lot of scars on his face. He watched Rose undress, tears rolling down her cheeks. “Take this shit!” he said, throwing the cleaner’s robe at her. “The only reason I’m not tapping that ass of yours is because I only follow instructions from my boss,” Robin hissed and walked out.

I don't remember seeing him around much often when I was a kid, but on the times he was around, he had been my rock and had always kept me steady. While my father believed a true leader never breaks, my uncle had taught me that it was okay to care about others, even if it means they don't care for you. I believe uncle Jeremy is one of the few reasons I was able to keep my soul intact with my body. Or else, father would have sucked it out of me. The last person on the council is Sir Hunder Bowman, a great knight, otherwise known as the Night Sword. He had been one of the four horsemen of the war and his reputation earned him a great deal of respect and a seat on the council as the ultimate kn

"Hand over the Red Blood Stone, and make it quick!" It was none other than the Grand Hart Lord himself. "This belongs to me! Back off," Robin snarled, his voice laced with madness. Boom! The Grand Hart Lord, a man known for his deadly brevity, released a surge of energy that obliterated Robin in an instant. "What's this nonsense? Who said you could talk to me?" roared the Grand Hart Lord. "Someone's been killed!" The crowd erupted into chaos, their voices a cacophony of fear as they scrambled for the exits.

Not that he’s a saint. Uncle Rhys is just corrupted in a different sense. I watch as he pulls a cigar out from his pocket and lights it. “You keep those in your bathrobe?” I ask with a slight chuckle. “Never know when you need one.” He replies, taking a puff. “He’s not here.” “Who?” “Come on. I’m the smartest guy you know. You don’t think I know why you’re here?” I sigh in agreement, my ploy rumbled quicker than I was expecting. “But he was here?”

I didn’t get the reference, so it must have been something they say in the Earth Realm. Jake exhaled in surrender, while Beta Darren turned around and faced me with an excited glint in his eyes. “You don’t know who Robin Hood is?” He asked, his demeanor changed to that of a happy schoolboy and I shook my head to let him continue the story he was probably dying to tell me. "Robin Hood was a character from tales in our childhood. He was known for stealing from the rich to give to the poor. He wore a similar outfit to the one you wear. Everyone wanted to be him, we all loved hearing the story!” Darren explained.

“Yes, Mom—Mom, I missed you so much. Please never leave again.” She pulled me into another crushing hug. “Never, sweetheart. Never.” *** It was quite some time before I was aware of the rest of the room—of the man sitting beside Arrio on the bed. Sirhan was broad-shouldered and weathered, his dark hair streaked silver at the temples, a beard trimmed close but threaded with gray. His eyes were sharp and calculating, a wolf’s hunger glinting beneath the warmth of his grin. He wore no formal Alpha’s finery as a rogue leader, just a black shirt rolled to the elbows, scars crawling up his forearms like forgotten no stories.