Nightwatcher Raphael Novels & Stories

I ask, trying to keep firm eye contact as I wait for him to answer. He closes his eyes but doesn't let go. He nuzzles my neck, breathing a soft sigh before the words pour out of his mouth. "It was not Zack who sent me to watch over you, it was the Seraph Council," he admits, "I have known you longer than you realize and have been your Watchman since before you began fencing with your grandfather." He swallows and keeps going. "He knew even back then that the Seraphian battles were inevitable-he just did not know when they would happen or even if anyone would be chosen." The corners of his eyes bunch up and for the first time, I actually see his face brighten up into a slight smile. "Me?" I

He pulled out his cigarette case, took one out, and slipped it between his lips. Then just as the case shut with a sharp clink, the elevator dinged behind him. Raphael didn’t blink. Didn’t move. Didn’t need to turn around to know who was interrupting his peaceful scenery. Then, there came grunting, shuffling feet and then— “Get down.” Thud. Raphael’s eyes slowly fluttered shut, the cigarette remaining between his lips as silence settled over the rooftop once more. Save for the faint whimpering behind him. His head slowly tilted back, then he opened his eyes, staring at the clouds above before looking back down at the building across from the one he was standing on.

Even in his wolf form, he’s a Prince, and there are others around us. Raphael leans close, sniffing slowly around my ear. Then he circles me, his eyes never leaving mine. Behind him, the others watch in silence, their gazes heavy, waiting. I stay perfectly still, every muscle tight, until he’s finished. Suddenly, his form shifts to human, and he turns to his men. “Go. I’ll catch up.” I lower my head and look down. When they’re out of sight, Raphael speaks. “Stand.” I grunt, knowing it’s going to hurt. And it does. I curse under my breath, looking down, staying on my knees.

Raphael asked as the wheels of the car geared to life. Leila watched Raphael speak and swallowed the bile forming her throat. "Nicole you were really lucky today. But next time you won't be I promise you. You have no idea of what I'm capable of doing Raphael. You have not a single clue of what is coming for your dear wife. You truly have no idea" * * * * * * * Raphael walked through the maze of guards paroling the vicinity till he got to the entry doors. Each guard looked stunned as well as rigid the moment they spotted Raphael.

"Get Rachel out, the equilibrium called Vlad might not be here any more, but I'm there to take Vlad's place" Raphael laughed "You silly child! You think Rachel will just go soft at the sight of you? The last thing she remembers is being stabbed by Vlad! She will be furious!" "Let me worry about that, and show me where she sleeps!" Raphael looked back at Saffira and Roman, then before he walked contemplated it one last time, he held the jar of ashes up, Lilith, he was never really there for her, after he discovered technology and money, all else just fell out the back door.

Every fiber of his being seemed to radiate power, a sense of unyielding resolve that was both captivating and intimidating. "I am Raphael. High Priest of the Underworld here in Canada, as I’m sure you know." With deliberate slowness, I inclined my head and torso, executing a deep, formal bow that conveyed respect and deference. My movements were precise and calculated, intended to demonstrate my acknowledgment of the Necromancer leader's authority and power. "Blaze." He said, but he didn't bow. Instead, he stood still and kept his eyes focused on me as if I were about to pounce at any moment.

Raphael is still there when I step out onto the balcony. He hasn't moved. Wings folded, silver hair undisturbed by the wind, looking like a statue. The moonlight does genuinely unfair things to his face. I pull out a card and hold it toward him. "In case you ever need anything, senpai." He doesn't take it. "Could you pass it to the Throne Angel for me, then?" Not even a blink. I start to pocket it, already writing him off, when he says, "I'm Raphael Sterling. Cherubim awakening."

So I made my way and as expected Raphael was already waiting for me there. "If Caspian asks where I am, you don't know, are we clear, Raphael?" I said, getting a small bag. "But Princess this..." trailed Raphael. "Enough," I ordered. Raphael is my right hand and my general. Assassins trained him from a young age and were my mother's bodyguard. After my mother's death, he pledged his loyalty to me when I became their leader. Raphael is a bulky person; he's very tall, has muscles, and is always serious. He has pale skin and brown hair, and his eyes are green.

'I swear on everything holy that if something happens to her, i will destroy everyone who is responsible for it' he thought with anger. 'Yes, we should' Hydra agreed. Raphael descended on the cliff with barely restrained anger. He doesn't have to look far, he spotted Valerie tied to a tree, and she is facing away from him. Four men whom he recognised as the people who work for the Raven crown as spies are sitting in a group. When they noticed his presence, all the four men stood up with respect.

Raphael shook his head, saying 'No' as he clarified further, " We don't want to be too obvious now. Give yourself time and also, remember that King Nicolas is trusting you on this matter. Don't backstab us." My heart shook in fear of his words. I had no intention to backstab but doing harm to others without any reason wasn't my cup of tea. I gave him a short bow, replied to pressing my lips together, " I am forever loyal to king Nicolas." Raphael nodded with satisfaction. In their eyes, I was a little omega with a little brain. Raphael was in disguise, dressed as a castle guard with a beard. Before taking his leave, he paused to say something, " Next time, it won't be me but King Nicolas! He