Rafe Khatchadorian Novels & Stories

"I was. I was terrified but thinking about what could have been happening to my family had me more terrified." "Who was the guard that was with you?" Shane asks drawing my attention to him. He looks stiff and uncomfortable and I'm pretty sure all of the men in the room feel the same. None of us likes to hear these kinds of stories from girls or women, it just doesn't sit right. "He was one of the top guards. He was 23 and worked closely with my dad. He wasn't mated and didn't have any family so I think that may be why Dad asked him to take me."

“Secondly, we discovered an injury was stopping one of the council of alphas from reaching his full potential. With the help of Landry Doyle, he’s been healed. So now, I present, Rafe Hadrian, the Khari of the panthers and his panther Caliban.” Rafe stepped forward in his half panther form. The cats shrieked and roared their approval. Even if he wasn’t their species, it was probably nice to have a feline representative. He put his hands up for silence. “I have found my Khali. Landry is my mate.” She stepped forward as he shifted to his human form and they showed their marks. Another cheer, with the witches and demons leading for loudness. Which made the cats try to get even louder.

Callie raised a brow, “Sounds like there’s more to it.” The man sighed. “I’m Rafq(Raif), fire is my main domain but I’ve had restrictions placed on me based on previous events that I can’t tell you about.” “Then why help me? What do you gain?” Callie’s asked confused. “The universe as we know it doesn’t end and I survive and so do the people I protect.” The voice said, his voice carrying the seriousness of the situation. Callie was still confused and wanted to ask a question but she noticed the glow from the painting dimming and decided against it.

I told him. He lifted a brow, the closest he ever came to confrontation. “I wouldn’t expect anything less.” That earned half a smirk from me. Then I brushed past him without saying another word. The hallway outside was quieter, and the air felt lighter.But I wasn’t done. Not even close. Before stepping out the front door, I pulled my phone from my pocket and typed a short message. Nothing fancy. Rafe didn’t need full paragraphs; he needed a target. He was somewhat of a private investigator for the cartel and I told him to continue digging but to do it discreetly, that someone tried to set Savannah up.

He looked old and sullen. The man to the right of Argus was a young man, about 20 at most with slick backed brown hair and a smattering of stubble along his face. He had a few scars and tattoos on his arms. He was the rapist father to one of the breeder's children. He was forced to work as a lowly warrior rather than the higher up one he was meant to become.

Killian took out his phone from his pocket. "Killian," I murmured his name as a warning not to try to piss Rafe off. "Is there something you want, my love?" Killian shifted his focus to me. "No, not at all, go ahead." "Miserable huh?" Rafe asked with a raising eyebrow. "Anyways, you're right after all. My email is RafeOrton99 at g***l.com. Send it straight to my P****l." Some minutes later with Killian on his phone tapping and clicking, a notification sound was heard from...that should be Rafe's phone.

“Either way, it looks like you’ll be staying with us for a while longer yet.” “That man... The one with dark hair who was sitting at the end of the table. He knows who I am.” Ethan runs a hand over his full lips, then leans back in his chair. “Aye. I think so too.” “Who is he?” His expression darkens. “His name is Blake. He’s the most dangerous male in the Kingdom of Wolves, and he has the power to either help us, or destroy us. There’s a feast tonight. I’ll speak with him then. And I need you to come with me.”

Rafe laughed heartily, his demeanor so different from before. He seemed much more alive and approachable now, almost like a new person. "Did you hear about Faghri? He's going to run for president," Rafe announced, taking me completely by surprise. Faghri, once notorious for his ruthless ways, had transformed himself into a respectable figure, and now he was eyeing the presidency. "Rafe, you're serious, aren't you?" I asked, looking for confirmation in his expression. He nodded solemnly, confirming the surprising news.

Xavier: Rowan… the rogue who was not only kicked and shunned out but was also a traitor of a crime beyond comparison. It was a name that should have stayed buried in the past and yet, he was now walking free inside my territory, poisoning Valerie’s mind with half-truths and shadowed warnings. Hunter had already gone through every database we had, border records, rogue movements, financial trails. Rowan didn’t match any movements in the last year. I knew that he wasn’t around. I would have caught his scent if he was.

Silence pressed heavy between them until Rafa’s voice dropped into a quieter, more personal tone. “I wasn’t always this man you see,” he began, eyes distant as if recalling a past too painful to hold close. “Once, I believed in the Creed’s cause—believed their vision of order and strength. But the deeper I dug, the more I saw. The cruelty masked by rituals, the sacrifices hidden from the world. When I tried to expose them… they hunted me. Branded me a heretic. I lost everything. Now, I chase knowledge to undo what they’ve done. Or at least, to survive.” Eolan felt the shadow pulse at his feet, responding to Rafa’s confession as if it recognized a kindred darkness.