Rafe Khatchadorian Novels & Stories

He had always been with someone, the position he occupied, between Rose and whatever threat existed, meant he was never unsupervised in the buried room, never alone in the old quarter, never given the specific kind of unwitnessed access the watcher would have required. Rafe was eliminated on the second night, for a different reason. His nineteen days in the Southern Highlands had been documented extensively by his own territorial council, every meeting logged, every movement accounted for by people who had known him since before the Selection and had no reason to falsify a record on his behalf. A person secretly serving as a centuries-patient watcher would not have spent nineteen days establ

She rolled her eyes, but there was something deeply satisfying about the way he held her, like she belonged nowhere else but by his side. Just then, a familiar voice called out, “Kieran.” They turned to see Rafe approaching from a hallway that branched off toward what looked like offices. He was dressed casually, but there was always a grounded intensity to him that made Aria feel like he was always planning something in the background. “Do you have a minute later?” Rafe asked. “I want to go over the route to the Ashfall territory before we head out.” “Yeah,” Kieran nodded. “Give me twenty minutes, I’m just heading back to shower, and I’ll be right back.”

The Scytan warriors braced themselves, raising the spears they had earlier put down. "You see, things like this also make up some of the reasons why I decided to tag along. Commander Rafe, are you going to let this insolent, overgrown puppy tick you off? " Decker asked, dropping his palm on Rafe's shoulder. Rafe turned and looked him in the eyes. He was almost in his iota form.

The Prince only have the two most trusting men beside him, they could die for him and swore their whole faith to the empire. "Right, welcome everyone, I'm Roman Hers and my colleague Ashton Welsh should be here but I think he's running late." He chuckled to light up the tension, he was hot not handsome like Rhyker and Ashton but not my style. I think he will suit Faine's style pretty much. Blond gold hair, grey piercing eyes, his nose crooked making it look like a fighter.

Dara asked, her voice much stronger as she straightened her back and dug deep inside for the hidden well of strength she knew was there. "What other explanation can there be?" Rafe answered, gesturing to the journal. "From what I've read, Kothari has walked a very fine balance for so many years. It's a wonder it's taken him this long to finally break. Clearly Gard and Rayne have been buffering him for a long time, though who this angel is he refers to, I don't know."

Set her apart. Adelaide gets to Lyros the moment he takes the final step down the set of stairs and I let my eyes take me to Rafie and his Queen. King Rafie looks resplendent in white and gold. He has that young six-foot-tall boyish look to him. He’s not strikingly handsome, but he is and he has the face of someone you can’t forget. Which is why when his golden eyes meet mine and the inlays of his embroidered wolf gleam under the yellow flamelight, I keep mine steady before moving to his Queen.

I see Damian clenching his fist together, tapping his foot impatiently, and making agitated movements in the back seat. “Damian. Did they say anything to you when you were captured?” He doesn’t answer me. “Damian, I need you to speak to me. What did they say to you?” “I have nothing to say, Arthur. My mother was killed right before my eyes. All I want to do now is to kill those motherfuckers.” He tells me in a cold, hard tone. This is the kind of anger that I need from him. He will do anything to support and take down our enemy and his mother’s killer, Dr Reyes.

Maybe that's what I deserve. ******** Rachel I entered the inside not thinking much about this mere conversation with Daniel, yeah it's true that he once was my best friend, someone who was older than me yet someone with whom felt deeply connected, he was someone who always protected me when someone at school bullied me, because of silence and introverted nature, even without knowing the fact that we are someone connected we were connected, he was my protector, someone with I shared all my secret, because I know he will hurt me even unintentionally. But things change drastically when my mom died when I was fifteen. I don't know from where my father, whom I never knew came in taking in his ho

“Thompson! I’ll get you! “ I heard him say outside my apartment as he banged the door. My heart was racing as I waited for him to go. Only when I heard his footsteps retreating did I relax. I could have talked to him and asked him to give me more time. However, the chances of him doing that were thinner than a Jimmy Choo heel. I threw my bag across the room in frustration and paced my room. The only way I could pay off the rent was if I asked my manager at the bar I worked at night to pay me early. I blinked back the tears threatening to fall down my face, refusing to be weak. Crying wouldn’t solve anything. Needing to take my mind off things, I made myself coffee and sat down with my lapto

"Who is your fated mate?" I heard Ragnar's voice burn through the mind link, 'Celia', but I shook him off. His taste for Celia must have ridden him of his senses, there's no way a wolfless omega could even be my mate. The goddess had chosen Leah as my mate. She could never be wrong about that. I held the fifth elder's gaze, Leah's father, and the first on my list for reparations. "Leah Moren is my mate."