Novel & Cerita Prince Raphael

Something cold started covering her heart's warmth and that was because of her elder brother Raphael. He was standing there, his eyes fixed on her while his ponytail elegantly laid on his left shoulder. Anyone who will see him will say he's definition of perfection and class. Her step brother Raphael who holds the handsome man status in the empire and many affairs of his with noble ladies is always on top headlines . Yes, he's sexist and obsessive guy but what makes him perfect to be crown prince is he's top swordsman and mana user with four circles of aura. " Welcome my lovely sister," he smiled more like sarcastic threatening.

Even though one of them was the prince, their future king, she couldn't just move her feet to call Robert and ask him to make peace. Raphael said, " Get him out of here. I want to talk with you." Selene's jar dropped. She could not believe how uppish he was. But at the end of the day, he was a royal. Even if it was a real pain in the ass. She tried to control herself as much as possible, her voice, and not jump at him like a mad cat. " You are not in your palace, Sir. You can't order here. And I have nothing to say to you. Everything that needed to be said was."

Drake growls, looking around quickly to make sure we’re alone before he goes to the desk and begins rifling through the drawers. “Whose scent do I smell in here with your father’s?” I ask him. “King Raphael and his second. He tried to kill me and Prince Reyes.” “When?” Kella snarls and Drake’s face snaps up her ours. “I’m safe, my love. He underestimated how strong I am being not only a Prince, but also your mate.” “You will be even stronger once you mark me,” Kella tells him. He stops what he’s doing and walks over to us.

With that, the man finally took a few steps back, defensively raising his palms right in front of his chest though his eyes were still glinting with mischievousness. Tugging me along with him, Raphael then advanced further in the crowd, but not before giving the man one last hard stare. “Who was that?” I asked as we made our way through the crowd towards another, much larger room, hosting even more supernatural population. “Arias, the eldest vampire prince,” He casually answered, my eyes widening as I ultimately realized I’ve just encountered one of the worlds’ deadliest predators, instinctually moving my body even closer against his for a some kind of protection.

And why was he alone? "Well met, Lord Jarrah," I said slowly, deciding on courtesy. "I greet you." "The little princess has manners and all. Would you look at that?" Jarrah's grin was truly nasty, full of squirming sadism. Then it hit me: 'princess.' He'd been watching us too. Damn him. "I am in search of your prince," I said, not cracking. I narrowed my eyes, hoping to disguise the fear there. "I know he's here."

someone called. I turned to face him, I didn’t know who he was. “Forgive me, I am Sebastian, Prince,” he said kissing my hand. “You are Delilah’s mother I am told?” the boy looked good for being a Prince. Hell if I could convince myself to go young I would go after him.

Alex jumped in quickly, saying, "Ms. Emerson, don't bother looking. He's not even half as handsome as a regular dude. No cool scars, just plain ugly. You won't give him a second glance." Her hand hovered in the air for a moment before she pulled it back. 20 minutes were up. In the last moments before everything went dark, I mustered all my willpower and said, "Mom, I swear off chocolate forever..." Fiona's eyes narrowed, panic-stricken as she pushed the hair from my face. The second she saw my features, she let out a gut-wrenching yell. "Cole! Cole!" Alex was stunned. So was everyone else. "Ms. Emerson... his name isn't Cole, is it? The guy who brought him said his name's Chester..."

Yeah she was seventeen and stubborn on so many levels but she also was a lot more mature than most girls her age. Raphael got up from his throne and cleared his throat to get everyone's attention in the room. The talking stopped at once and everyone’s attention was on him. He was almost as old as the King. He was around 930 years old and he was sired by the King. Raphael had wavy brown hair that was shoulder length. He had striking deep sea green eyes. Belle heard her little sister suck in her breath, she was studying him. Her sister talked to her through their mental link. "You can keep the King I will take him. He is built like a god."

His dark eyes fixed on mine as he stepped forward, slow and deliberate, until he was right in front of me. "Princess," he called softly. I should have felt the warmth I always did when he called me that. But all I felt was cold worry—pure anxiety for the reputation of my family. "Listen," Raphael said, voice steady and commanding, "the internet is not real life. I hope you know that." I blinked back tears, trying to understand where he was headed. Mom was still holding onto me tightly, like she feared I might disappear if she let go. "The only reason I rushed down here," Raphael continued, "is because I knew you’d be this way. But listen to me—you are not granting any interviews. Not a singl

Too many risks. After a quick shower, I sat at the desk and fired up my laptop, loading the tracking software I’d set up. Mauros. So that’s where he’d gone. Of course. The Priory. Queen Catherine’s brother, Thefros once a low level noble, now a monk. What did the prince hope to find there? Answers? Sanctuary? More importantly... what would drive him to leave the girl behind? I smirked. Whatever it was, it told me one thing, it was time to send the prince a message.