Raphael Hythloday Novels & Stories

a trait he inherited from his good for nothing dad no doubt patting her back it's ok Nathaniel is a nice guy harmless to us harmless until the creator decides to send out his best hitman that is Raziel said Raphael rolled his eyes Kyra was amused hello it's nice to meet you he said with an accent I also sort of knew your father I have walked many battlefields collecting souls for the heavens after your father had fought, I know it sounds a bit morbid but I'm the guy you call when a great disaster happens or a massive war where many people die I am the one who makes sure that none of the souls get lost and they all go where they are supposed to like heaven, if they have been good or hell for

The men walked out of the room, and though they stood by the door, I could hear them outside, they knew not to enter unless called inside. “The man was to be killed by an Arnesto bloodline who would be having all the ornaments made for his death. The Eye of the Dragon, or in other words, The Dragon’s Eye. The Sphere of life which would be the thing that would be taking his life, and the Pendant of Truth. For him to die, all the ornaments must be in place. The Sphere would dig deep into his chest until he’s taken his last breath, the pendant would be around the chosen one’s neck, and the Eye would be in its place on the Sphere.” She said, looking at me. “And I believe that you are here becaus

Teachers from the werewolf university wouldn’t come here, and no one would judge her as a Hybrid or a Rogue. After a few glasses of wine, she felt better as she was getting tipsy. A man stepped into the bar at this time. It was a tall and handsome man. A bold idea occurred to Annette. Kyle cheated on her and she wanted to get back at him the same way. Annette staggered toward the man. Somehow, the man looked familiar. She ignored it since her visions were blurry. Her brain wasn't working properly at the moment. She threw herself at the man.

If I did she would run into hiding. “Tell me!!.” Alora asked and then got up. She sat down with her back on my chest. I inhaled and exhaled here it goes, what I was avoiding I have to say. “They are after your blood!.” I told her and then hit her ear lobe gently. “My blood?!.” Alora asked. “Yes!.” “Why?!.” She asked. “You’re a hybrid!, and you’re from the royal family, they need your blood and Yennefer's blood to complete a sacrifice to bring back the vampire god!.” I explained.

His crew mirrored him, following his movements and body's fluidity at once—until their music cut mid-drop. “Again?” Pete growled, turning to face the studio glass. Sure enough, the ballet class on the other side had flipped the speaker connection. Their music—something orchestral and older than God himself, drifted in, reverberating through the glass. A cluster of ballet dancers lined up, chuckling softly in their flats, eyes darting toward them like they were wild animals they had to endure. And at the center, as always, was William Whitlock. With his curly hair, sculpted cheekbones, and the smugness of someone born to look down on people.

I followed it like a compass I wasn’t supposed to have. Raphael stood in the middle of a living room that looked like it had been designed by someone who hated clutter and loved power. Floor-to-ceiling windows framed the city like it was his personal snow globe. He wore a charcoal button-down with the sleeves rolled once, forearms bare, a thin scar running along the left one like a signature. His hair was still mostly black, but silver had started winning battles at the temples. He looked exactly like the man my mother had warned me about and nothing like the uncle who used to slip me twenty-dollar bills at family barbecues when I was twelve.

Raphael sat back down and snapped to produce a book. Then he snapped again to produce a glass of brandy, turning it silver with his touch, before starting to read. Raziel snapped to produce himself some brandy as well, turning it gold with his touch. He just sat there in silence, sipping his drink slowly. It looked as if he were deep in thought, which, I'm sure he was. I didn’t want to drink, I didn’t want to think… I didn’t even want to breathe without her. She was only Human, she could be in god knows what kind of danger. I had to shake the thought from my mind. I couldn’t imagine her being somewhere she couldn’t defend herself because she was Human in a supernatural world.

"I am Alpha Ezekiel, this is the Bloodhound pack. And you are a rouge in my house, surrounded by my warriors, and my pack of 1500 men. You're not the one with the power here, I am. So when I ask a question I except it answered. Now. Who. Are. You?" I clenched my jaw in frustration, he was right. I had no power. No choice. He could do anything to me right now. And I wouldn't have any help or any way to stop him. I nearly reached at the thought. I was fucked. Royally. With that in mind I responded to his question; "Cecil." "And where did you came from? Are there any more like you?" He fired the questions in quick succession. "The East Coast, I travel alone and have not come across another fema

Lyda - A mysterious snake living in male bodies to evolve through decades. This collection of short stories explores the dark and ironic sides of the human behaviour influenced by the unknown and they keep happening in a cycle. The After-End -#1 A rising grey mist began to fill the atmosphere, a deep hooting sound was heard above the dusky horizon; a tiny-eyed crook-headed eagle with a broad head, hairless neck, its trunk covered in grey feathers but with a touch of black hue, and sharpened clawed talons beneath skimmed through the intensely gloaming horizon with its wide grey feathered wings using its ocular vision to see what could not be seen or detected in the hazy mist. It searched, its

ROSALINE "Not to mention that your brother is a really fine piece of ass," Yeka whispered in my ear. I glared at her, "Yeka!" she grinned and waved me off. "I appreciate art when I see it. I mean, who wouldn't notice a chocolate snack walking on legs? Those muscles and hands! Fuck, I wouldn't mind if he choked me with them," she moaned a little and I pushed her off the bed. I was rewarded with a loud laugh from her.