Leo X Raph Novels & Stories

“So what should I call this? Don’t cover up for him just because you love him.” “You don’t understand, he was just rough and hasty… he is remorseful.” “C‘mon Mason, we know these things. That is how it starts, from being too rough, it may escalate into something else if you’re not careful.” “No Raph, try to understand me, Leo was different. He felt like a totally different person. The way he spoke to me when we were doing it was different. Then again, I saw him talking to someone, to another familiar voice but he denied that he even opened his mouth. I think it all in my head but my body says something different.”

They were outblown by its figure–maybe because it was their first time setting their eyes on the Eclipse Demon. Luna Chloe, who was closer to Kael and Marcus, introduced Raphael to them after the completion of summoning the Eclipse Demon. Raphael revealed to them that he was once a worker under the Talons. He told them how he controlled his dark magic and how he was a grade D sorcerer and also a gamma. “We want wolves like you to work with us,” Kael commented, they all burst into cooperating laughter, including Luna Chloe, who was attentively listening to every bit of the conversation.

X is winning, but with every punch he throws, my heart is thumping violently. ‘Babe, aren’t his moves familiar?’ I say, glancing at Royce. All the amusement is gone from me, but I feel nervous for some odd reason. It’s like I know X… Royce glances at me and smiles behind his mask. ‘I recognised him from the moment he stepped into that ring…’ X spins around. His frame is less bulky than Panther, but every move he makes is calculated. Someone who has analysed Panther… ‘Fuck no.’ I sit there dumbstruck as X or should I say Leo Fucking Rossi beats the shit out of Panther as if he’s a fucking pansy, not a damn brutal killer.

Raphaël and Zahir. Raphaël — or Rapha, as only I called him — was leaning against a table, his fingers flying over a laptop. His face, with angular features inherited from his French father and sharp, narrow eyes from his Chinese mother, was focused. His short, impeccable hair and small goatee gave him the air of a cool young executive, but I knew the lethal beast behind the facade. He was the brain of the machine, my brother-in-arms who had saved me from myself more times than I could count.

Raphael howled desperately. "Uh, wouldn't it be less traumatic if your friend is treated here?" Sensing that he had her attention, Xavier barreled on, "We have a very talented pack doctor whose mate is a dragon healer," his eyes flew to Jaxon, "Beta Vasquez, have someone wake Neville and Titan, please. Tell them we'll be arriving momentarily."

He watches as the rogues seem to work together and actually manage to separate them. Unfortunately, with his eyes on his Alpha and Luna, he didn’t see the rogue come up next to him. Raphael moves just as the rogue swipes his claws slashing them down his side. However, made the rogue real close and allowed Raphael to follow his movements and then wraps and rips out the rogue's throat.

They were immediate and physical, the impact of bodies, the snap of jaws and the low continuous snarling that seemed to come from everywhere at once and settle into the chest like something alive. I found Xavier without looking for him. His wolf form was unmistakably larger than the others. He was bleeding from somewhere along his side but was still fighting. Leo was down on one knee near the eastern treeline. I took a step towards him but halted when I saw a rogue's jaws find his shoulder. My knees went weak. I was shaking like a leaf. He was shifting back to human and then trying to shift again but his body was not cooperating. There were so many. I pressed myself against a tree and tried

" Before long, Raphael and Leah were led into the living room. Ethan and the others frowned when they saw the stark handprint on Raphael's face, as well as how pale Leah was. Her breathing was uneven. "My name is Raphael from Demongate. Greetings to the three top swordsmen and to Mr. Whitehall." Raphael straightened his robes and bowed deeply to them. "Demongate isn't a martial arts sect. Why would you come to the Gladius Sect for help?" Trafford asked, pointing at the seat opposite him. He gestured for Raphael to sit down and speak slowly.

I keep my eyes on the road ahead, fingers loosely folded in my lap, while Xavier drives like he always does—controlled, precise, and annoyingly calm. “So,” I say after a while, just to break the silence. “Do all your family dinners end in physical combat, or was that just a special performance for me?” His lips twitch slightly. “That was unusually dramatic,” he says. “Unusually?” I glance at him. “That’s concerning.” “It’s Kendrick,” he replies. “He tends to… escalate.” “That’s one way to put it,” I mutter. Silence settles again, lighter this time. Then suddenly—

To witness me. I stood at the front, beside Alexandro, beneath a giant silver arch twined with white roses and moon blossoms. My hand trembled in his, but he held it firmly—reassuring, unshaken, calm. He looked every bit a king in his white ceremonial robe embroidered with gold and pearl threads. His hair was neatly tied back, his wound hidden beneath layers of fabric and power. He didn't flinch once. Even now, after being stabbed, he stood like nothing could touch him. Miraculously, his wound stopped bleeding and he got a fast healing. 0