Nightwatcher Raphael Novels & Stories

Because of this, he was losing a bit of his muscle mass and one could see from his face that he was tired. "You need to take a break. I'll watch over her tonight." Corentin walked over to him and put a palm on his shoulder, these two enemies had to compromise and acted as friends for her sake, but Raphael did not listen of course. How could he possibly let another man watch over his Clara It was not that he did not trust Corentin, but he wanted to be by her side when she woke up, he wanted to be the first one she saw when she got to open her eyes again.

she whispered, more to herself than to him. --- Raphael – The Watcher Raphael lingered at the window, his tall frame outlined against the pale morning light. He had spent the last two nights in a hospital chair, sleeping in fits, always half awake, always listening. The nurses came and went. Doctors checked vitals, charted progress. The world moved on in clinical routine, but Raphael’s mind was elsewhere. Each time the door opened, his shoulders tensed. Each stranger’s face, each nurse in scrubs, each orderly pushing a cart — for a fraction of a second, he saw the possibility of threat.

She was protected in ways that went beyond wards and weapons. Raphael settled deeper into the chair and extended his awareness outward....not aggressively, but perceptively. Monitoring the room's energy, the hallway beyond, the estate's wards for any fluctuation that might indicate threat. He would sit here until she woke or until the brothers returned. Whichever came first. On the bed, Eve stirred slightly....not waking, just shifting position, one hand moving unconsciously to rest over the mark on her chest. Even in sleep, she was reaching for it. For the physical proof of what she now was.

“You can come sit and join us for dinner and introduce yourself. I've never heard of you from Sapphire and I can't wait to get to know you.” Good thing her mother didn't know him so she wouldn't approve of him then. “I'm sorry, but I can't sit. I only came to see Sapphire and make sure she was okay”. Who was he? 911? “I'm fine, Raphael. Thanks for the ride, you really know when to show up and save me, don't you?”. Save you from what? Am I a fucking monster to you? "Of course, I do. You know I'll always be watching out for you to make sure you're okay,”.

Our eyes remained trained on each other. "Ask." He dared me again but I shook my head, yielding the fight. Raphael worked his jaw as he stared at me. A few more seconds of silence was followed by gentle splashes of water as Beta Silver made his way out. Raphael looked at the bets before be glanced at me one more time and stood up. I watched his figure retreat until he disappeared in to the darkness.

He pulls up and climbs on top of me his member searching for my opening this felt so good it was like a long, hot wet tentacle pushing inside me and swelling as it thrashed about, I loved his cock, then his other member found my clit. The day of Raphael's arrival finally arrived, and his shuttle touched down gently on our rooftop. Dad, David, and Rage were already there to extend a warm welcome. I opted to wait in my room, allowing my mates to get to know him first. I wanted them to have a chance to form a connection before I made my grand entrance just like I had done with Niklaus.

Luca sat across from me, silent like always, cleaning the barrel of his hk-416 with the devotion of a priest blessing a cross. Raphael tapped away on a burner phone like he was texting a lover. In a way, I guess he was, except her name was Code, and she always said yes. “Security feed?” I asked. Raphael didn’t look up, “Dead, we're ghost.” I smiled, “Let’s haunt.”

I followed it like a compass I wasn’t supposed to have. Raphael stood in the middle of a living room that looked like it had been designed by someone who hated clutter and loved power. Floor-to-ceiling windows framed the city like it was his personal snow globe. He wore a charcoal button-down with the sleeves rolled once, forearms bare, a thin scar running along the left one like a signature. His hair was still mostly black, but silver had started winning battles at the temples. He looked exactly like the man my mother had warned me about and nothing like the uncle who used to slip me twenty-dollar bills at family barbecues when I was twelve.

I feel like I want to pinch his cute, chubby cheeks. “You are Raphael?” I asked with doubt and he answered, “Yes” In a cute voice but showed me his true form. He is all white and shining. White long hair, white eyes with white wings, and there’s blue and green energy coming from his palms. Then he turned to a cute little six years old boy again and smiled at me. I am convinced now. “Is he a falling angel too?” I asked Michael while pointing at Raphael. Michael smiled and shook her head, “No” She answered. “He is our healer,” She added.

MARCELLUS’ POV. I woke up to the faint rustling of someone shifting nearby. My eyelids felt heavy, like they were weighted with stone, but I forced them open. The room was dim, the curtains drawn, and the only light came from a small lamp on the bedside table. As my vision cleared, I saw Raphael sitting beside me. His face was drawn with worry, his brows furrowed deeply as he leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees. His hands were clasped together, and for a moment, I thought he might be praying.