Raphael Archangel Supernatural Mga Nobela at Kwento

Yes. It was obvious that everyone would think so, after all... what could one think of an angel who even before falling, dragged his brothers and treated them like nothing more than lab rats? That was really a shocking picture for Zaniel and for many of God’s angels. Samael stopped, a syringe in his hands and blood for his coat. There were mutilated bodies on all sides, wings, feathers and fragments of divine energy; and there, on the table completely doped - was Raphael.

How about just killing him now? "You're back." He grinned. I tilted my head. The Ralph I knew was always full of devilry and full of light since he was a half angel, half demon, but this Ralph in front of me looked drained and insipid; those hazel eyes of his looked like they were dwindling; even his skin was pale, and then I realized he didn't have half his powers or half his heart. I destroyed his heart, so where had his powers gone? My face remained blank, and I kept my sword on his neck, torn between cutting him open and kissing him and restoring color to that skin, but the latter would never happen again, and what about the first?

“All angels are blood thirsty. Look at Iraziel. How many people has he killed, trying to get to me?” “More than you think.” Noah replied, closing the book in his hands. Where Thorne was dark, brooding and the muscle of the trio; Noah was paler, louder and the brains. Well... as brainy as you could get, when you were a demon. “Archon is a thousand times worse. He is one of God’s highest generals, only just under the feet of the Arc-Angels. And let me tell you one thing… you don’t want those fuckers anywhere near you. If you think Archon has plans for you… The Arc’s are worse. They won't want to keep you alive, they will want to skin you and make an example out of you.”

His eyes suddenly opened to the now dark ceiling above them. Mouth gasped for oxygen. His brain fired a flare. Sanity coming back. “Stop.” And to his shock—the bastard did. The air stilled. Heavy. Wet. Flammable. Then— “J-just… don't leave any marks on my neck please,” Angel begged, voice was hoarse. ‘Nope. Sanity has not returned yet, you idiot,’ he scolded himself. Another beat passed. “Really?” the devil-like bastard asked with a sigh of relief.

Angel "Angel?" Rachel calls with her voice croaking a bit. Ally and I run to her. I wrap my arms around her and let her cry. "Why are you crying, Chel?" Ally asks while soothingly rubbing Rachel's arm. Rachel pulls away and wipes her tears. "Angel?" Ace calls behind. Rachel nods to tell me that they can come. "Here," I call and turn to wipe Rachel's tears as I can hear the guys footsteps' approaching. "Tell me," I plead. She nods again before hugging me.

"I wa-want to see h-him just even a glimpse o-of him." Pika inhaled and blew it out, sitting beside the soul he almost killed. He understand why this stupid soul want it so bad. Being an Archangel, he has a soft heart to stuffs like this. Someone trying their best just to see someone else. Even if it kills them. "You are pretty strong," he commented. "While we wait for your friends, why don't we chat quietly."

Aaron began as he stared at each of the angels face to mark his point. "We will do all we can my King." One of the Angels told Aaron. "Good." Aaron said with a smirk and turn his back to them immediately. "I want you to hunt for Micheal, my brother, and kill him." He said. "My king, killing Michael will be so hard, you know he is the strongest after Raphael, the Creator messenger who has not been seen for so many years now." One of the angels said. "No one can even recognize him even if they want, because Raphael always wear a mask to conceal his identity." He added slowly.

Ru mumbled. “Ru, please. This is serious.” With a loud humph, she said, “I’m sorry. Who is Raphael?” “An Archangel. We use our names to trace our lineage. So you are also a descendant of Raphael’s—not the cartoon character, or the artist, but the Archangel.” Ru licked her bottom lip, trying to imagine what it would be like if she could believe him, but since she couldn’t, she said nothing, only stared into his blue eyes and waited.

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.

I’ve been staring at the ceiling for the past couple of hours since I haven’t been able to sleep at all after all those crazy events, thinking over and over again about the same three, mind-blowing facts. One; I am currently living under the same roof with three freaking Archangels, Two; freaking Raphael the Healer himself actually brought me back to life after my foolish attempt to “save” him -how the hell did he managed to do that I still have no fucking idea- which I definitely have to ask, by the way,