Rafael Lightwood-bane Novels & Stories

Rafael cleared his throat then, gently unlinking his arms from those of his best friend, Vince's sister, he inched closer to Crystal, touching a devoted palm against the small exposed skin of her back, her sharp intake of breath he didn't miss, her gaze was still locked on him as he straightened down to press his lips against her forehead. Her breath hitched tightly in her throat, there was no doubt in her mind that this caring and gentle was all for show, but still, she couldn't control the way her heart rate piqued twice its beat. His gaze still possessed the same loving gentleness as he clasped his warm fingers around hers. "This is my lovely fiancee, Crystal Goldie." he introduc

"Lorenzo." The man—the real Lorenzo Bianchi—paused at the door and looked back. "Be careful," Rafe said, his gaze intense. Lorenzo's smile was a flash of white teeth, a promise of charming chaos. "Don't worry, Rafael," he said, his tone dripping with playful arrogance. "Leave it to me." He slipped out, closing the door softly behind him, leaving Rafe alone in the silent room. The game had just become infinitely more complicated, and for the first time, Rafe wondered if he had just unleashed a storm he couldn't control.

He paused half way and then turned to face me fully, the red in his eyes were on fire now, “Careful, Blaine.” I regarded him with an unfazed look, “Pale skin, blonde hair? Isn’t that not exactly what your luna looks like? Or am I misremembering?” Rafael gripped the side of the door and I heard the metal creak and yield under the pressure of his grip, “What are you implying?”

Adrian rose with me instantly, steadying me with a hand on my arm. Luca straightened like I’d just returned to life. I faced the man. “Whoever you are,” I said quietly, “you dropped a bomb here. You don’t get to vanish again without telling me your name.” He hesitated. Not dramatically. Just… heavily. Then... “Rafael.” The name settled wrong. Too soft for someone like him. Too human for someone who’d orchestrated fear with a single step into a clearing. But it was real. True.

The kind of internal aging that doesn’t carve the features but erodes the light. I feel Lucas tense to my left. He doesn’t like him. Even though he has never met him. — Who is he? Why is he looking at you like that? Lucas whispers, keeping his eyes on his plate. — It's my ex, the one I told you about. Rafael approaches, taking small, cautious steps. Neither sure nor defeated. Just… unbalanced. I straighten up. Subtly. My neck straighter. My jaw calm. — Lyra… he says, as if my name burns him.

I did not enjoy letting it be bent into fear. “Yes exactly. But Rafaele can. He can walk under the sun” Huh? His words hit like an unexpected stone in the road. My mind tripped over the meaning for a moment. Rafaele. The name made the sound of things sliding under carpets. He was notorious for the way he moved in the dark, for the control he kept like a second skin. To suggest he could walk in the sunlight felt like a challenge to everything I thought I knew. I had watched him from a distance and felt like an insect in a jar, fascinated, terrified, and hungry for the thrill of it all. The assertion that he could do something forbidden made a new kind of fear grow inside me—one that had a sha

With their respective weapons, swords, sticks and bows and arrows. Rafael who took aim, Uriel who prepared with his sword and then Rail used his wand which was already emitting white light. **** To Be Continued.

" I grumbled. Rafael had risen up and gone outside, but he was paying attention to what I was saying. He returned with a knife in his hand, which perplexed me, and sat in front of me once more. "There's no need right now," he responded, opening the letter. "Why?" I frowned. "Did you already find out who he is?" I asked. He sliced his palm unexpectedly. "No, we don't need to find him because 'I am Azael,'" Rafael stated, splattering his blood over the letter, causing it to glimmer in the faint light of our bedroom.

She remember what he said tonight in the party and she is no longer going to believe him again, Few hours back, "Alexander Wood". Eva looks at him, and he stares at her. He walks toward them and extends his hand to shake with Rafael. "Let me introduce myself. I'm Alexander Wood, son of Austin Wood and brother of Andrew Wood. Nice to meet you." Rafael shakes hands with him, but his face remains cold, as he knows what he has done with Eva, and he hates him most. Rafael's grip on Alexander's hand was firm, but his expression remained icy. his voice devoid of warmth. "Nice to meet you too, Alexander. Meet my wife, Evelyn King."

Luke said from the doorway. “Fine, let them in.” Bane watched the men as they entered. First in was a man about Banes age, blond, skinny and with a smile that would have been right at home on a jackal. He was followed by an older man in his fifties, his hair had started to grey and he had a scar running along his left cheek, the smile was the same as that of the first man. Mr Walker, Bane thought. closely behind him came a woman. She was thin, looked jumpy, and her dark hair was put into a braid. Her skimpy outfit hung on her body in a way that told Bane she wasn’t eating enough. Still, she was beautiful. Nothing compared to his angel, but he could see why Walker had chosen this woman. Lastl