Lord Ramiel Novels & Stories

the priest asked Raphael. Raphael didn't hesitate to reply. "I am willing " he gave his consent, which satisfied the priest. "Let's start the ceremony" the priest started chanting some spells in an ancient tongue. Every guest who is in attendance stood up concerning the ritual. A black color mist began to surround Raphael as the spells started to pick up pace. Slowly the crown which is sitting on one side suddenly rose in the air and traveled towards Raphael before sitting on his head. The moment the crown sat on Raphael's head, the mist evaporated, and the crown that Cadmus is wearing disappeared.

I asked interested in hearing from them. "My Luna, she just got turned, she was already pregnant for Jack before she was bitten-" Elias began "Who's Jack?" I asked interrupting him "Pardon my manners, that's Jack a werewolf, this is Rihanna a wolf too, Ayesha a vampire and I am Elias a wolf too," he introduced before he continued "we are still very confused and inexperienced and the sun is about coming up if we can find shelter for Ayesha before she burns we'll be glad" he pleaded looking around

"That is Beulah. She is our ancestor. She has been the only human to rebel against vampires in history. You are her blood; that's why you were chosen." Everything was not making sense yet to me. "So, what are you suggesting?" "Lord Ralph is the ruler of the vampires and the most brutal vampire in history. Here, take this book." He slid a book towards me. "Beulah researched enough about vampires. She wrote down everything she found out. Their weaknesses, their strengths, everything you need to know about them." "Are you saying I will have to go to this Lord Ralph's castle in the capital and start fighting him or what?"

There was a pause — the artificial voice seemed to glitch for half a second before replying, more cautiously this time. “One moment, please.” The console flickered with faint blue light, scanning my ID signature. But before the system could finish its authentication, a voice echoed from down the corridor — human this time, laced with surprise. “Who’s asking to fund my project?” We turned. Dr. Elias Ren stepped out from a frosted-glass office at the end of the hall — tall, sharp-eyed, his sleeves rolled to the elbow, the soft glow of holographic schematics still hovering behind him. He walked toward us, curious, cautious.

She was all smiles and looked up happily as she stretched out her hands as though trying to reach out and catch the fairies and butterflies. I decided to swallow my pride and went back to speak with Gabriel. He was lying down on the couch and staring at the ceiling, deep in thought. I went over and attempted to lighten the mood, I sat on his legs and told him if he didn’t move over and give me some space to sit, I was going to break them. He looked at me affectionately and smiled, then said to me, “My love, you do know that you are as light as a feather” and then I pretended to put my whole weight on him attempting to crush his legs. He laughed at my silliness and pulled me over to lie on to

“What else would I be? They don’t exactly let vampires feed on each other, you know.” I stayed standing, arms crossed tightly. “So it’s just the pure-bloods who keep feeders?” “Oh no,” she said quickly, shaking her head. “Most vampires do. Even the sired ones. Master Ramez, for example—he was sired by Master Perth. He’s not a pure-blood, but he has feeders too. That’s why I’m here.” She tapped her chest proudly. “I’m his.” I blinked at her, my mind struggling to keep up. “So basically… almost every vampire has a feeder?”

Another man would wear his crown. If there was something the pack members have prayed so fervently for, over the past few days, it would be a miracle; although they had all attended Oliver's funeral, and they were so sure that he was dead, they still hoped for a miracle of some sort, even if his spirit would come back to rule them from the other side, they'd be elated. anything was better than Cole. ... Inside the largest royal chamber, Ria stood before an enormous mirror, half a dozen maids surrounded her.

As Arles lifts the hood up to reveal his face, the time seems to have stopped. “The real heir of that throne,” He growls pointing to the throne Aurelio is sitting one. A loud scream pierces the whole scene before Aurelio calls for the guards. But it’s too late. His hungry eyes will be only satisfied when he tastes their blood. Everything is in chaos as he starts to change, his black wolf coming to the surface to change everything and write the past of the Lonely God.

said Liam with a serious expression . ' That stubborn kid ! He has lost so much blood lately ! His face has gone a bit pale too....His love for that girl really is no joke...Haaaa....Liam , your identity is special even though you are a devil . You can't allow yourself to be emotional . Emotions are the most dangerous weapon ! Those can control the mind , will , power and decisions of a person . Others may be allowed to make mistakes while experiencing these but you...are different from the others . You can't make any mistakes at all . You are the son of the devil king and the sole remaining heir to the Lamassac clan....A ruler always thinks about his people before thinking about himself and

Ryan looks down at Lester's broken body, before frowning back over at us. "Wasn't you locked away, how did you get out?" Max asks Ryan with a frown. "We broke him out and we're talking about the lycan king," I say answering both of their questions. "The what?" Ryan asks as a look of confusion cross face. "The Lycan king, the son of the first lycan," I say. "What's a Lycan?" Ryan asks, still looking confused. I look at him for a moment seeing that he really doesn't know who I'm talking about.