Rafe Khatchadorian Novels & Stories

he growled. The rouge in the black cloak laughs sardonically. “Oh, you can’t kill me, alpha. I’m the key to your heir’s life…” the rouge smiled wickedly, and a small bottle appeared in front of him at some point. “Does it ring a bell, alpha?” Drake and Beta Dillon look disappointed. “How dare you!” Drake growled.

he said, “I’m glad you put a bullet in Mother’s brain. If anyone was going to do that, it should have been you.” Aria made a pleased noise in Lys’s head. “Kael Petrov,” Rafe went on, “is a stubborn son of a bitch. I didn’t think he’d… bend. For you. I underestimated him. I underestimated you more. That’s on me.” His mouth pulled sideways. “If you’re watching this,” he said, “I’m probably already dead. She doesn’t forgive deviation. You know that better than anyone.” He leaned forward slightly. “Listen to me,” he said. “This part matters.”

Darius roared, and the ground underneath our feet vibrated, l causing my eyes to widen. ‘What the hell?’ Khan whispered. The strength and power he had was nothing close to what I had ever seen. Though I had heard so much about it, it was my first time seeing it. Yes, I’m an Alpha, but he was way… different. Like he had more going on than just being an Alpha. But one thing I am never going to do is back down. Summoning more courage, thanks to Khan, I stood upright, moving closer to where Darius stood. His man charged at me but he stopped them by raising his hand.

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?

——————Kaduna State, Nigeria ————————11:00pm, Gwamna Road. I got along more with his Father than any of his family members. They were quite a model family, rich, beautiful and happy. MashaAllah. Khalifa's Father, Muhammad Kassim Danesi, was from Edo state, Nigeria. He was from, and I quote "Etsako West" part of the state. He also told me how popular his family was. They were a royal family. He also told us the story behind him and Mama Arafah's marriage. It was chaotic.

“Alexandro was the only one left standing. He fought back, led his people, and ended the war with one strike. He killed Valerian’s father in battle—ended the nightmare. Everyone thought that would be the end. That peace would finally come.” “But it didn’t,” Nivera whispered. “No,” Martha said. “Because Valerian vowed to avenge his father’s death. He’s never forgiven Alexandro. Even though it was his father who started the bloodshed. Even though Alexandro was defending his home. The hatred runs too deep. Valerian doesn’t care about peace. He only cares about revenge.”

“I can replace anyone. Just as I pushed you into his arms once. Just as I guided you into becoming what you did, I think that I would be able to do the same thing with anyone else. And they would be a lot more efficient.” Silence stretched, thick and tense. He finished buttoning his shirt, his reflection caught in the mirror, perfect, composed, untouchable. Had it been another woman in my place, I knew that she would have been in awe at the way he looked, she might have been mesmerized. But not me. I knew what hid under that perfect shirt, the glamorous smile, and whatever it was that he thought he could hide. Just as much as he knew me. Then, without turning, he said, “You wanted power, Mir

But I was in no mood for the game he was pitching to play. “Get straight to the point, Rafe, I'm tired of having pointless conversations today.” “People are dying, Darius, all the scouts we've sent to sort out the problem all come back dead and we're yet to find a solution. The people are beginning to lose trust in their king and Seraphine is not helping matters either.” Rafe only called me by my name when he wanted to pull the “friend” card. Rafe and I were really close, we grew up together. He was one of the reasons why I didn't bother choosing a delta. He was able to do both jobs without having a hitch.

I feel like I want to pinch his cute, chubby cheeks. “You are Raphael?” I asked with doubt and he answered, “Yes” In a cute voice but showed me his true form. He is all white and shining. White long hair, white eyes with white wings, and there’s blue and green energy coming from his palms. Then he turned to a cute little six years old boy again and smiled at me. I am convinced now. “Is he a falling angel too?” I asked Michael while pointing at Raphael. Michael smiled and shook her head, “No” She answered. “He is our healer,” She added.

He says eventually, noises behind him reveal the blonde girl that Flame was arguing with earlier. “Oh please be Darius’ friend.” She grins, pushing the boy out of the way and extending her hand. “I’m Gale. Gale Winters.” “Cain Harden.” I shake her hand quickly before dropping it and turning to the boy again, attempting to be pleasant when I just want him to get the fuck out of my way. “Darius told me we were going Tree Surfing.”