Slade X Robin Novels & Stories

Kael’s concern after the injury was just a friend’s concern. Atlas’s gaze grew darker, with a hint of surprise. “Did Robin say anything after he was caught?” Shadow Reaper shook his head. That guy had a hard mouth—no matter what they did, he refused to speak. And they couldn’t go too far, or kill him, which made it tricky. Naomi frowned at the mention of Robin, and her eyes cooled as she looked at Shadow Blade. “Was Robin the one who injured Atlas that day?” Shadow Blade was shocked by Naomi’s sudden aura and instinctively nodded.

His eyes locked onto Robin's figure, now standing atop a pile of shattered stone, his expression mocking and unbothered. Robin merely smirked, his stance relaxed. "Regret? Oh, Edward, you're far too predictable. You think brute strength will win this time?" His voice was cold, teasing, as though he had all the time in the world to taunt them. With a growl, Alpha Daniel charged forward, his claws extending like blades. The force of his rush was meant to break through Robin's smugness, to make him pay for Sierra's death. However, Robin was ready. He sidestepped fluidly, and Daniel collided with a broken pillar, sending a cloud of dust into the air.

Instead, he curled his hand into a fist and drove it into Bryan's face. “You bastard! How dare you speak about Harriet to me? How dare you mention her to me after torturing her to death? You animal! Where's your conscience? She loved you!” Bryan's eyes hardened. His fist connected with Slade's cheek before the latter could recover. The force of the blow snapped Slade's head sideways. With a sharp movement, Bryan swapped their positions, pinning Slade to the floor. Now, there was none of the lazy smugness to be seen on his face.

“Young Master Baker, this Islander was sent to kill us. One of my bodyguards misfired and shot him dead. My bodyguards were the ones that crossed the line. It has nothing to do with CEO York.” “Take me away instead.” Slap! Robin suddenly marched forward and slapped Yvonne in the face. He snarled, “Ms. Xavier from the Smith family, right?” “Are you trying to teach me how to do things?” There were no indications that he would move his hand, yet his slap was extremely powerful. With just a single slap, a glaringly red palm print had made its way on Yvonne’s face.

When we passed by Robin, he suddenly grabbed my arm tightly and warned through gritted teeth, "You better not do something outrageous with Rowan or else..." My face darkened, and I looked at him sharply. "Young Master Robin, I'm not that thick-skinned, and I know my place," I said sarcastically. He was about to react when Ericka grabbed his hand and said, "Robin, don't mind her. She's just a slave. Rowan would not be so stupid to hook up with a slave." I pulled my arms away from Robin's tight hold and turned around while rubbing the stung part. Robin was giving Rowan a threatening glare, but the latter was secretly pleased.

The duo soon left the office and started a journey into the unknown. “You can tell me now, Robin.” I connected to Robin’s mind, expecting him to tell me how he can help me save Zadie. He answered immediately, “We have to wait for the poison to kick him very well before anything can be done.” “What? She will suffer and she might die—” I exclaimed. However, Robin etched, “Trust me, My King, and trust in your mate for she is a special one.”

“I agree on that front. I erased Caitlyn’s Faulin’s name and paired her with one of the free Omegas, leaving her sister with Shaw. I don’t think everybody is going to like this rotation.” “The more they complain, the harder they train.” Slade shrugged with a smile. “It’s fun to train with wolves that have a lot of pent up anger, they almost always pick up something new when you’re sparring or on the dimmer side, they get floored and learn the harder way.”

After him, I greet Slade and Aria, Sloane’s brother and sister, then Theo, Jessica, and Royal, Roman and Samara’s three children. At fifteen, Slade already looks and acts like the Alpha heir he is. I know from Sloane that a lot of his stoicism comes from the bullying he got at school, although my understanding is that no one bothers him now that Sloane got her white wolf. He will take over his Uncle Dylan’s pack when he turns eighteen. “Hey, Slade!” Bethany says, walking out. “Hey, Bethany!” he says, finally smiling. “I was hoping you would be here.”

The Alter had never been out when Nora was there; she had always retreated before they could meet. "Liam is no longer a variable," Robbin said. Her voice was flatter, more resonant. "The fragments are destroyed. The past is secure." Nora set her glass down, her eyes widening. "Robbin... your hand. It’s not shaking." Robbin looked down at her hand. It was as still as stone. A small, dark smile played on her lips—a smile that never reached her eyes. She felt no guilt for Kade, no remorse for Liam. She felt only the cold satisfaction of a perimeter secured.

“… is try to cheer her up.” “What do you have in mind?” Kyra asked looking at him pleasure shining through her eyes. Rachel had always wondered if there was something more special than friendship between the two of them. Slade had always had a mischievous streak ever since childhood and although he could not match Ashton’s maverick nature, he had a fair share of mischiefs and had pulled out several stunts during his childhood. “Watch me,” he winked conspiratorially to both of them and signaled the waitress, a pretty blonde who was new around.