Rafael Lightwood-bane Novels & Stories

Liam shook his head and walked toward the big guy nursing a beer at his kitchen table. "Hey man. You remember my little brother, Ethan, right?" Liam stopped beside the guy as he glanced over his shoulder and nodded at me. "Your brother is the next James Bond, idiot. Of course I know him. Everyone does." He stood and extended his hand to me. The thin bony kid that looked like he was always scrapping for a meal was long gone. The dude in front of me looked like something out of a special ops group. Dark brown hair cut close to the scalp, tanned skin and a mean ass look on his face that warned anyone that came around, this fucker wasn't buying anything, including Girl Scout cookies.

Pulled the lighter from his pocket and clicked it once. The small flame bloomed in the darkness. Rafael’s POV: “Dream,” she once said to me. “If you ever want to see me again, all you have to do is close your eyes and dream.” I stepped to the wall on my left and flipped the light switch. Nothing happened. When I realized she wanted me in the dark… I’ve had this illusion over and over. It is my reality now. I walked to the candle stands in the corners. No energy to summon the staff. I lit them myself and sat in the golden pool of light they cast.

Crean lounges with his back to the window, rolling a length of shadow-rope between finger and thumb, eyes crawling over us like grease. “Hello again, Annabel,” Bane purrs, as if the name isn’t a grave we already pissed on. “I see obedience still isn’t in your vocabulary.” I smile without teeth. “It’s Allison, rotting brain. And you’re talking to me.” Crean’s eyebrows tip up. “Oh?” “Dawn,” I say, and let my eyes go silver. Bane flinches. He recovers. “You always were a bitch. It was better when you were not there and Annabel was all alone.”

I doubt the city is going to need fires or lamps when these are out. “These balls of light..” I turn my attention to Cain immediately “Is powered solely by Rafie. Would you believe that?” I nod. It’s common knowledge that all Lycans are gifted, one way or the other they exert control over some form of the elements, so if Rafie’s gift is light, there’s no surprise that he’s using it to light up his city. More lights come up and I turn to find them extending out of the castle too. Rafie’s castle sits on a slightly raised platform so I can see the city we just came from, but that still hasn’t explained anything.

I said while bowing. Elijah didn't look at me but his eyes were fixed on Rafi. They seemed to be measuring each other's gaze and I felt a sudden build-up of tension. "Elijah Rafael El Valerian," Rafi promised firmly. I was surprised because there was not even the slightest tone of respect coming from him. It's like he's just talking to someone his age. "Rafi Xantheus del Waldorf," Elijah said and I saw how his jaws clenched. del Waldorf? I looked at Rafi and just now noticed his great resemblance to Rostov. Is he related to Rostov?

Hawk’s business was his business—until he made it my business. Motherfucker. “Who did you steal from?” “Bane Rivera.” At my questioning look, he added, “He owns that gentleman’s club, The Dollhouse, over in West Hollywood.” I had heard of The Dollhouse, I’d also heard about the reputation of its owner. Bane Rivera had been voted the most eligible bachelor for three years running. I was not ashamed to say that I’d picked up those copies of the magazines and stared at him, taking in his dark hair, dark eyes, and scruffy jaw. He looked like pure sex on the pages, but a man like that didn’t rise to the top without getting his hands dirty somewhere along the way.

“Peaceful passing. Sudden cardiac event. Confirmed as natural. Private medical review. Details confidential.” Rafael’s expression didn’t change much, but something deepened behind his eyes. “You don’t like that wording,” he said. Dianne kept her tone even. “It’s very… polished.” “Polished like a lie,” he murmured. She looked at him. “Or polished like an institution trying to protect itself.” Rafael held her gaze for a long moment. Then, quietly, “Who was he.” She looked down at the name again. Alejandro V. Salcedo.

Veronica asked to break off the lengthy silence, and mainly to distract herself from making up more terrifying scenarios in her head. "Getting treatment." Rafa kept staring blankly at the floor with his quite bulging arms loosely crossed below his chest. His dark button-down shirt and hiked up sleeves weren't doing much to conceal his impressive physique. "Do you know anyone named Alodia?" Alodia? She frowned at his question. "No. Why?" Without answering her, Rafa took out his phone and scrolled through some images. She inched closer to him, actually growing curious. "Who's Alodia?" she muttered.

*REMEMBER THAT THIS GETS DARKER AS YOU READ AND THE FIRST STORY IS A SLOW-BURN.* JAYDEN’s POV Rafael, son of Alpha Zane, isn’t just some glorified titleholder designed to make the females swoon and the Betas bark in submission. He is young, sinfully handsome, and tall with a broad chest that begged for tongues to slide over. The first time I heard his voice on TV, every word from his mouth curled like claws around my throat.

Nearly as large as Knox’s Phantom form, and the implications of that crash through me alongside the fear, what Rafael really is, what bloodline he carries, what he’s been hiding under that charming smile and those Buenos Aires dinner reservations. “Oh my God.” Queenie, barely breathing. “He’s a Lycan.” “Not exactly.” Nathaniel’s knuckles are white on the wheel. “But close enough to kill us.” Rafael doesn’t charge immediately. He runs alongside the car, matching our speed with an ease that makes Nathaniel’s foot on the accelerator irrelevant, and his golden eyes find me through the window with an expression that is somehow still tender, still devoted, still utterly convinced that what he’s do