Rafael Lightwood-bane Novels & Stories

She was reluctant to allow him but, Lolita said that it was the best time to show him how the resort is being run, and maybe later she can take him around to see the nearby islands. When they finished he asked her questions about the several small island that added the interest of some of the tourist to visit the place.since she also making assessment on the place obliged to take him for a tour while Rafa return to the house to attend to another errands . "He is just a very likable young man." Lukas told her she smiled. " That's Raphael. He Is name after guardian angel Raphael the healer. As a boy he helped me heal by the lost of my parents. My sister Demi gave birth to Rafa after my parents

Rafael exhaled a soft chuckle, tapping his finger against the screen. Pathetic. This was exactly what Lucas needed—a reminder of his place. Rafael hadn’t needed to lift a finger. Someone else had done it for him. Someone who had already made their move. A smirk curled at the edge of his lips. So, this mysterious biker wasn’t just a ghost in the dark. He was real. A slow, deep satisfaction coiled in Rafael’s chest. Good. Let him think he’s won. Let him think he has the upper hand.

"So who's been with you lately? Rafe told me his alterego was getting stronger. He's worried that his alterego will hurt you while you're here, whereas he himself might be deactivated by his alterego. So Rafe asked me to watch over you. But I've got reports that Rafe is out of the country and you're doing well at home. I feel safe not to watch you too much when I'm busy with seminars." “I didn't know Rafe was worried about me like that. All this time I was with Xena. He does have a dark and evil personality. At first it was like that. But lately Xena's attitude has changed. I tried to love him and treat him more gently. You know that Rafe's dark side emerged because he experienced various ki

the heir asked, stepping closer. “Barely,” one of the riders answered. “Found him wedged under the cages when the fire took hold. Could be a prisoner. Could be worse.” The man gave a dry, rasping laugh. “If I wanted you dead,” he said, voice low but steady, “I wouldn’t have let you burn the beasts.” Eolan’s hand went to his sword. “Name.” “Rafa,” he said, as if that explained anything. “Once a scholar in the Creed’s service. Now… someone they’d rather see buried under snow.”

Liam stood there, panting, his hands still glowing faintly, his expression a mix of shock and triumph. I exhaled sharply through my nose, my fingers flexing. “If only I could use my magic properly,” I muttered, my voice rough. “Instead of it using me.” Caroline didn’t answer. She didn’t need to. The tension in her body said it all. The next names flashed above the ring. Rafael (Werewolf) vs. Torin (Werewolf). No magic here. No spells. Just teeth and claws and the kind of brutality that made my stomach twist.

He said nothing until he had to, and then he said it like a man reading a grocery list. Rafa, tall, dark, in his mid forties, Spanish former Legion. He had a face like weathered leather, and carried it his calm and mean like a loaded weapon. He never asked why. He asked where and when. Katerina, who drove better than any guy I’d ever paid for driving. She had a long scar on her forearm and a small crucifix tattooed behind her cute ear. She was the only one in the room who could look at me like I wasn’t a mythical creature.

His brown eyes gleaming behind his glasses. “Melody is Rafa and Selene’s daughter.” We chorus.

For once, it was nice having someone who actually cared about me. Bane landed a few moments later outside of a small inn that sat in a field just outside of the city of Lucia. The inn looked tiny with its worn, mossy stone exterior, but the soft yellow light spilling through the windows cast a warm glow across the long grass of the swaying field as the sun slowly dipped below the horizon. I couldn't help but to smile as we climbed down and Xavier took my hand, pulling me inside just as Bane and Nova took their rightful places on our shoulders.

Marks of *pleasure*. Rafael stood a few feet away, shirtless, his body glistening with morning dew and the aftermath of war. He lit a cigarette, his jaw tight with thought. “Will there be retaliation?” Sophia asked, her voice still hoarse from moans and gunfire. “Yes.” Rafael didn’t sugarcoat it. “They’ll come harder next time. They’ve seen what you are now.” Sophia raised a brow. “What am I?” He turned to her, his gaze burning hotter than the rising sun. “My weapon. My weakness. My queen.”