Rafe Sadler Novels & Stories

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.

My breath left me slowly. "Rafael Belmont, Alpha of the North Crescent Pack, has stepped back into the public eye after five years of complete silence. Upon his return six months ago, he founded the Belmont Companies, growing its stock by three hundred and sixty percent. He is set to take the position of Alpha Chairman this month and will launch a new company this week." The anchor's voice faded into background noise. I hadn't thought about Rafael Belmont in years. I'd tried very hard not to. And yet here he was, filling the screen like he'd never left, like five years was nothing, like I hadn't spent the better part of my teenage years completely undone by the thought of him.

She said it would ruin her progress in training. She even met a new guy today, Robby. He works at the bakery and also teaches music at the primary school. He was handsome…not as handsome as Azraiel of course, but handsome in a cute chocolate boy kind of way. He has dark sandy blonde hair and swoon worthy blue eyes...and most importantly, he didn’t make a face when he spotted her drooling over the chocolate truffle pastries.

We still haven’t figured out Cora’s gift yet, though we’ve all be thinking. “Rafe’s will probably be shooting lasers from his eyes,” Roger murmurs, leaning forward to study my son. I shoot a little glare at Roger and he grins at me. “No, he’s going to be a healer, like mommy,” I say, kissing Rafe’s head and making him look up at me with a little baby smile. I smile back at him, unable to help it. “Nah, Rafe’s got a warrior’s soul,” Sinclair says at my side, leaning back in his chair and proudly considering son. “It will be something to do with that.”

Rafe held my hands tenderly, his tenderness broke something in me and I began to cry. "Shhhh.... don't cry baby" he said wiping the tears from my eyes with his hands, " Ivana will be found soon , and you will be reunited with her". I nodded like a child sniffing and scrunching my nose to stop more tears from coming. "He wants to meet us tomorrow at his hotel for a quick briefing. Will you call Zed and tell him about it or would you prefer I do that?" , I asked Rafe as he stood up ready to go back to work at the bar. Rafe was good at bartending, he made the best cocktails and could create magic with the bottles and a shaker; the management of the club just recently promoted him to supervise t

He blurted, not wanting to let her go, " What can I do to make you come with me?" Seraya froze in her track. As if she heard something wrong, she peered back at his face, questioning. Rafe appeared eager to have her as his companion. When he realized that he acted too obviously in front of her, he added to cover up his lies, " Well..There will be other kings too..I just want a suitable person to take the place of my female companion.. You can ask me anything in return." Seraya's face looked troubled, considering his offer deeply. Rafe Sullivan was finally willing to give her anything in her imprisoned life as a slave in this Red Darkling Castle. As she fell silent, Rafe kept thinking that Se

"My apologies, Alpha, Luna. Rafe doesn't always know how to behave. So naughty." "It's quite all right." I crouched in front of the boy. "How old are you, Rafe?" "Four," he announced proudly. "Oh, a big boy now. You have to protect your mother and listen to her." He nodded and puffed out his chest. "Yes, Yuna. I'm the strongest in my whole nursery class." I laughed softly. "I can tell. You'll grow into a strong warrior." Rafe beamed. "Yuna, you're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen..." Then his eyes went wide. "After Mommy, of course. Mommy's the most beautiful."

Hellborn Kings jackets glinted in the beams. But these weren’t my brothers. These were the ones who’d turned. Blade spat on the ground. “Traitors.” My grip tightened on the throttle, rage boiling hotter than blood. “No. Dead men.” The laugh slithered through the clearing, circling, feeding on the silence that followed. And then—out of the shadows behind the line of bikes—he stepped forward. Rafe. Grinning. Calm. Hands spread wide like a king welcoming home his heir.

I sigh dramatically, collapsing back onto my pillow. “That breaks the pact,” he says, shoving me lightly on the shoulder. “You die, mom kills me – then dad’s only got Markie and Juniper left, their two worst kids. You know we can’t do that to them.” I smirk, laughing a little, but then I flinch when laughing hurts. “Hey,” I say, suddenly remembering that I missed the big event. “Did you win?” Rafe just gives a casual shrug but Jesse pops up behind him. “Of course he won!” Jesse says, looping a proud arm around Rafe’s shoulders. “You should have seen the brute he had to take out though, Ari,” he continues, his eyes wide and thrilled.

All of them are dangerous. “King Dartmouth always says you should make a splash if you’re going to be introducing yourself in his name,” the half wolf-shifter continues while I watch a vein I didn’t know Rafe had pulse in his forehead. My Rafe is angry. I see his hands forming into stone fists at his sides. “I’d say you’ve done that,” Rafe says evenly, indicating the bloodsoaked body.