All Chapters of The Reaver Chronicles: Raphael (Book 2): Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

~(Ramses)After my brother left, I went back to my room to find my date. The evening had taken an...interesting turn, to say the least. My brother's dramatic entrance, guns blazing, had certainly put a damper on my romantic endeavors. I chuckled to myself, recalling the look of shock on my date's face. She was a lovely lass, but a bit too straight-laced for my taste. I, on the other hand, had found the whole ordeal hilarious. My little brother, always getting into scrapes and requiring his big brother to bail him out. This time, it seemed, he'd managed to entangle himself with those dubious Necromancers. I shook my head, grinning. "That's our boy," I muttered to myself. I strolled over to the bar, where I spotted Raphael's unfinished drink, still gleaming with its silver liquid. "Perhaps," I mused aloud, "if he drank a bit more, he'd learn to laugh at himself." Titan, my trusty Wolf, let out a derisive snort. I laughed, shaking my head. "Nah, probably not. He's a bit too..

A simple lock of hair was all that was required to complete the task. I materialized just outside the entrance to the tunnel, my eyes scanning the area to ensure that all was as it should be. The ice shards covering the entrance were a reassuring sign, indicating that Marina was still being held captive beneath the frozen barrier. I felt a sense of satisfaction at this confirmation, knowing that my mission was still on track. With a deep breath, I steeled myself for what was to come, preparing to face Marina and obtain the lock of hair that would ultimately seal her fate. Given the tense history between Marina and me, I doubted she'd be receptive to a polite conversation. So, I opted for a more...assertive approach, inspired by my brother Raziel's bold tactics. I steeled myself, ready to burst into the tunnel and take control of the situation, rather than attempting to negotiate or reason with Marina. This approach might not win me any friends, but it would likely get the j

Katrina's voice cut through the tension, her eyes locked on Raphael as she asked, "Do you have the hair?" Raphael nodded, producing a strand of hair from his pocket and handing it to her. As their fingers touched, a spark of electricity seemed to pass between them, and Katrina's breath caught in her throat. Raphael, however, remained oblivious, his expression unreadable. But I noticed, and my mind began to wander. I had been wondering who Raphael's chosen mate might be, and now, watching the subtle exchange between him and Katrina, I couldn't help but think they would actually make a perfect pair. Titan's sarcastic comment echoed in my mind, "Knowing your brother, it's probably some dirty Necromancer." I couldn't help but laugh inwardly at his witty retort. And, honestly, he wasn't entirely off the mark. I could almost picture Raphael with a Necromancer, it was a peculiar yet intriguing match. Likely though, he had just marked someone and never actually planned to make the m

~(Ramses)As I wrapped my arms around Kiera, I couldn't help but feel a spark of excitement. I had been preoccupied with my brother's drama, but now it was time to focus on more pleasant things. I gazed into Kiera's eyes, and my bronze grin faltered for a moment as I took in her beauty. Her smile was radiant, and I felt my chest tighten with affection. I whispered sweet nothings in her ear, and her squirming response only added fuel to the fire. I chuckled, a low, husky sound, and pulled her closer, savoring the warmth of her body against mine. Our eyes met, and I could see the spark of attraction as Kiera gazed at me. "Let me know when you're ready," she said, her voice husky. I flashed her a quick wink, and she smiled, turning to follow her sister Kember into the pub. Titan's booming voice interrupted the moment, "We are always ready!" he howled, making me chuckle and grin. Katrina lingered, pulling me into a close embrace before she followed the others inside. "Don'

~(Roxy)As I slowly regained consciousness, a wave of dizziness washed over me, leaving me feeling lightheaded and disoriented. I struggled to recall the time of day, but my mind was a jumble of confusion. More pressing, however, was the question of my whereabouts. Where was I? I thought, my eyes scanning the unfamiliar surroundings. I found myself lying on the floor behind a bar, surrounded by an array of liquor bottles and glasses that sparkled in the dim light. The ceiling above seemed to stretch up to the heavens, its dreary appearance only adding to my sense of unease. I held my breath, fearful of making any noise that might alert whoever had brought me to this place. It was a relief to discover that I wasn't bound in any way, but this only added to my confusion. Had I been kidnapped, or was this some cruel prank? I sat up slowly, my mind racing as I endeavored to recall the events leading up to my current predicament. But my memories seemed shrouded in a thick fog, refusing