Semua Bab The Reaver Chronicles: Raphael (Book 2): Bab 31 - Bab 40

Raziel's voice was a thunderous roar, echoing off the walls as he commanded the Shadows to drink. With a swift, savage motion, he raked his Wolf claw across the palm of his hand, opening up a deep gash. The blood welled up, a dark, crimson flow that seemed to pulse with a life of its own. The Shadows, those dark, ethereal tendrils, responded to Raziel's call, slithering out of the darkness like living, breathing serpents. The tendrils of darkness converged on Raziel's palm, lapping up the blood with an unnatural hunger, as if they were feeding on his very life force. The tendrils on the ground, meanwhile, soaked up the spilled blood, their dark, misty forms seeming to grow stronger and more substantial with each passing moment. Raziel's voice rang out, a command that was both fierce and imperative. "Restrain her!" he bellowed, and the tendrils responded with a speed and ferocity that was almost terrifying to behold. They swarmed Haven, wrapping around her like living chains

I remained on my knees, my mind reeling as the floodgates of my memories burst open. The Shadows' dark energy coursed through me, restoring the fragments of my past, and I was bombarded with visions of a life I had long forgotten. I saw myself as a fragile, vulnerable child, growing up in a home torn apart by conflict and violence. My parents' faces, etched with anger and resentment, flashed before my eyes, their arguments and fights seared into my memory like scars. I recalled the sound of shattering glass, the splintering of wooden furniture, and the stinging pain of the belt that my father wielded with such frequency. The memories came rushing back, a torrent of pain and fear, and I felt the weight of my troubled childhood bearing down upon me once more. The memories poured in, a deluge of anguish and terror, as I relived the darkest moments of my childhood. I felt the sting of tears on my cheeks as I recalled the countless nights I cried myself to sleep, my small body s

~(Raphael)As I struggled to sit up, my head throbbing with a dull, persistent ache, I took stock of my surroundings. The familiar opulence of Blaze's room slowly came into focus, but something felt off. The air was heavy with an unsettling chill, and strangely opulent Shadows seemed to writhe and twist along the walls. I shivered, despite myself, as I gazed up at the black chandelier, its crystals glinting like cold, dead eyes in the dim light. A shiver ran down my spine as I wondered what had happened while I was out. Why was the room so dark, so cold? I scrambled to my feet, surveying the room with a growing sense of unease. That's when I saw them: The Shadows, still lingering, their dark presence seeming to seep from the very walls themselves. My gaze snapped to Raziel, lying motionless on the floor, surrounded by tendrils of Shadow that twisted and curled around him like living vines. My heart racing, I sprinted to his side, shouting his name: "Raziel!" The Shado

"Raphael?" Roxy's voice was tinged with a hint of trepidation, as if she feared my response to her next question. "This might sound crazy, but... can I stay here tonight?" I couldn't help but grin at her, my smirk conveying my amusement and pleasure at her request. "Of course you can, darling," I replied, my voice low and smooth. "You can stay here as long as you like." Roxy's face relaxed, and she exhaled a breath she'd been holding, a soft sigh of relief that spoke volumes about her state of mind. "I'm sorry to intrude," Roxy said, her voice barely above a whisper, "but I just don't feel like going home yet. I'm still really shaken up, and the thought of being alone right now is just too much." She spoke with her eyes cast downward, her gaze fixed on her feet, and I couldn't help but wonder what was behind her hesitant demeanor. Was she embarrassed to be admitting her vulnerability to me, or was she still harboring fears about my intentions? The uncertainty sparked a pang

As I slowly regained consciousness, I found myself in a damp, dimly lit dungeon, the air thick with the musty scent of wet earth. The cold, damp floor beneath me was rough and unfinished, indicating that I was deep underground, far from the world above. My hands were bound above my head, forcing me to sit upright on the hard ground. A wave of pain washed over me as I became aware of the throbbing ache in my neck. “What the fuck hapopened to me?” I groaned, trying to piece together the events that had led me to this place. But my memories were hazy, and my head was pounding with a vicious headache. I reached out with my mind, desperate to establish a connection with Titan, but he was eerily silent, leaving me with only my own disjointed thoughts for company. A growing sense of unease crept over me as I realized Titan's unsettling silence. But before I could dwell on it further, a searing sensation began to course through my veins, like liquid fire burning its way through my b