Rafael Lightwood-bane Novels & Stories

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

A voice said beating me to the words. I turned as the door opened watching as Rafael walked inside. He was dressed in an expensive suit and his shoes were glossing. From his outfit, I could tell he had just rushed over from a formal event. He was the last person I wanted to see. Not after he had served my sister with divorce papers and abadoned her for the sake of power and another w**re. However he was the only one who could leave here with Lauren and keep her safe. “What are you doing here, you b***ard child?” Barbara asked as Rafael's men entered the room behind him surrounding the place.

“What do I have that I should be the Bane of the Dragons?” Gaea turned to her with the same smile. ‘My dear Sophia… you are the only one who can kill Elijah Trueblade.’ “Winner! Zain Anderson!” Sophia stood rigid as she stared at the empty air. Leon cheered and yelled at Zain while Major Dylan told her teammate to shut up. Major Dylan turned to check on Sophia when she didn’t join them and saw her facing to the side, completely not focusing on the fight below them. “Sophia?” he called out to his female student.

The heavy wood creaked open, and a small figure stepped inside. It's Rafael. He was dressed in a miniature version of the Royal Guard ceremonial uniform, complete with a small gold sash. He looked incredibly handsome and incredibly serious. He had taken his role as my escort very seriously. "Wow," he breathed, his eyes widening as he looked up at me. "You look like a fairy queen." I knelt down, ignoring the stylists' gasps of protest as the expensive fabric pooled on the floor. I took Rafael’s small hands in mine. "And you look like a prince, Raf. Are you ready to walk me?"

His smirk irritated me; I wanted to wipe it off his face. “You must be the new owner.” “What is he talking about?” he asked calmly. I swallowed, my throat dry. I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out. The idiot laughed, happy to ruin my life. “Your little pet never told you? His name isn’t Avery. That's just a name he stole. His real name is…” Bang. Rafa shot him again, this time in his other shoulder. “Call him that again,” Rafa said in a steady voice. “And I'll slit your tongue.”

No one did. He wasn't done. He turned on his heel, stalking toward Shaun's trembling form. His movements were slow, deliberate, the kind that made your stomach knot with dread because you knew the worst was coming. "Don't you fucking dare." His voice was quiet. Lethal. Shaun flinched. Rafael crouched in front of him, tilting his head slightly. "You like putting your hands on what's mine?" My stomach twisted. Shaun didn't answer. He was too busy gasping for air, his body shaking from the raw power that had just crushed him.

Lorenzo warned her sharply without looking back. Rafael smirked at Fiona. “You are a very stupid little thing. And you should start counting your days.” “Oh please,” she scoffed, waving her gun lazily. “Says the man with a bullet in his knee. I could blow your brains out before you even blink.” “I’m not here to shoot,” Rafael said, eyes burning as he turned back to Lorenzo. “I came here to beat the hell out of you.” “With your wounded knee?” Lorenzo chuckled.