Raphael Archangel Supernatural Novels & Stories

She began gathering clothes as the Angel towered over Xavier, sniffing him. “Stop!” She screamed causing Xavier to look confused. “I’m not doing anything.” He protested. “Just get out so I can get dressed.” Xavier held his hands up while walking out of the room. She sighed looking deadly at the Angel. “Who are you?” She asked in a much lower tone. “I’m Gabriel, God’s warrior, one of the many carriers of souls.” “Well Gabriel, whatever,” His eyebrows rose at her clear disrespect. “I have a job to do so just go away and let me focus.”

Raphael was banished by his parents and raised as an angel after sixteen years brought to heaven by the King of the Hereafter. Rafael was given strength by the King of the Hereafter because of the mark on his forehead that symbolized healing. However, Rafael's strength is very fragile even though he has become an angel though, therefore the King of the Hereafter gives a golden arrow for urgency and when needed. With one condition, it cannot be used if it is not in a state of urgency and also more than one. However, Rafael using the golden arrows had already crossed the limit that had been determined by the King of the Hereafter. Michael looked exhausted from holding Orthus out of control.

Strangely, she looked neither proud or triumphant – two things I would have expected from her in this moment – instead, a tinge of fear laced her expression, her eyes wide, her mouth open, as she stared at Ethan. 'Raphael,' Michael instructed the boyish Archangel. 'Read him. Tell us if he is speaking the truth and means to relinquish his power in trade for the girl's life.' Raphael stepped forward, his movements slow and wary, crossing the bleak battlefield, his bare feet crunching against toughened, white grass and bleached-out dirt. He stopped, still some distance away from Ethan and cocked his head to one side, his dark lustrous curls falling foppishly down the side of his beautiful golde

“Or is it love turning you a tad soft and sloppy? Funny, I didn’t know fallen archangels could love,” She mockingly commented, her brightly shining azure eyes landing on me as she uttered that last word, my gaze warily travelling all over her olympian attire, only now noticing the translucent silvery arrow shyly peeking from her messenger bag. Hermes’ arrows. Without even wasting another moment, I fully turned and pressed my back against Raphael’s chest in a rather protective manner, knowing the arrow would be harmless to me since I had god blood running through my veins...Can’t say the same for an archangel though.

I was so confused, “Who?” Ard’al walked over to me, “Addie you are a half angel. Your father was Raphael. He was one of the highest-ranking angels, an archangel. That’s where you got your healing abilities from.” “You are kidding me right, an angel.” My breaths started coming fast and I felt another attack coming on. Rainn pulled my face into his neck. I breathed in.

Yawayer utilized this power to its fullest so he could tear into the fabric of reality, escape to another existence, and become immortal. Archangel Azrael and Archangel Chamuel exited Heaven and reappeared near the park where Azrael and Maia battled. Well, not battled per se, but had powerful words with one another. Azrael made a calculated retreat when he faced Maia, an eight-winged person. Now that she had broken through into the Tenth wings, what were his plans for destroying Blake Elon, who she protects?

“Sweetheart, the Brethren vanquish evil. That is our main goal. Some of us protect against it, some of us heal those who have suffered from it, and some of us send it back to the depths of Hell, where it came from. This is who we are and what we were created for.” “I know you spoke of this before, on our trip here. But I hadn’t given it much thought since. It’s a lot to take in Raphael, you must admit. My mind wants to keep on denying the reality that you are an angel and immortal, that there are others like you, and that you fight against evil.” She blew out a resigned breath. “I’d prefer to just think of you as Raphael, some hunky dude that has the hots for me.” “You think I’m hunky?”

I said as I recall the times I’ve seen Laura before. “L-Laura?” he stuttered. “Yes, the one and only Laura Ballentine. But a werewolf murdered her five years ago and her soul already dissipated into dust.” I said. He gasped and froze. I understand his reaction because once an angel dies, his/her soul will dissipate forever into dust. That’s the punishment of living in the mortal realm without the consent from the Gods and Goddesses and running away from obligation and duties as an Archangel. Laura Ballentine is an Archangel and the eldest sister of Elaine. So Azrael is Elaine’s nephew? This is interesting. What would be Azrael’s reaction if he found out? Should I tell him or I’ll let him dis

I open the Team Rankings and lock onto my targets for tonight: [Rank 1: Elite Squad 1]. An hour later, I lock the door to Arlo's dorm. He's already turned his desk into a glowing, state-of-the-art hacking terminal. "Show me the nightmare list," I order, leaning over his shoulder. Arlo brings up the high-res patrol files. We scroll past the ridiculously handsome Archangel and Vampire. Then, I freeze. I stare at the third target for a solid minute. "Arlo...did you accidentally d******d a picture of a UFO?" "That's Raziel," Arlo shivers. "He doesn't use his human form. He's a biblically accurate Throne Angel."

Raphael half-joked. "I know what you mean," I said plainly. "Auzzy," Raphael announced, "how nice of you to come back so soon." Archangel Azrael, the collector of souls for Father— God's helper, appeared onto us. "This could have been precluded." He lifted his red shroud, letting soul particles escape into Raphael's mortar. He then gave Raphael his palm to incise, quickly and painlessly letting his blood drop into the mortar. "I won't do this again," he stated. "No matter how much Father loves us. There has to be some order, brother."