Raphael Hythloday Novels & Stories

Raphael yelled at them as they sat on their knees, but no one said anything, Amber was bleeding heavily and was having a hard time with the wound. Hannah came back into the room and smirked at Raphael, but he was equally as unimpressed with her "Does it look like a yard sale here today!? Even the Cross came knocking!" "We have a problem, or maybe I do, I came here for information about Rachel's tomb, I just didn't expect to run into your little clash Raphael" "Well this was still an uninvited visit! What is the bloody meaning of this!?" He was still trying to get answers out of them all when Nel burst into the room "Sir! The hybrid is gone!"

“If I had a coin for every time someone’s said that today, I’d be rich enough to buy my own kingdom and banish every ledger in existence.” The Scribe’s mouth twitched—a ghost of a smile. “You joke. That’s good. It means the weight of the city hasn't crushed your spirit yet.” “Give it a minute,” I said. “I’m having a very full day. I haven't gotten to the 'collapsing' part of my schedule yet.” Silas stepped aside. “Riley Hale. This is the Scribe. The Architect of the Accord.” “I assumed,” I said, eyeing the shelves. “Anyone with this many opinions on paper usually is.”

Charlotte Hayes’ POV My mind was racing with questions. But I can't be afraid in front of this man. "Who knows?" I said, still smiling. I chuckled, causing Luca to smile slightly. He looked at me for a split second before bowing and said elegantly, "Well then. Milady, follow me." We were walking down the spacious hallways, greeted by various paintings as we passed.

“I’m confused. I heard Harewyn fell in love with his mate Zydith of Erganiv. Why would he pledge his loyalty to you?” “Harewyn founded the Council of Medicine, but Zydith was killed during the Great Fae War. He was trapped in Erganiv when the wall was built. I’ve talked to him; he’s coming here soon.” Eleand faked a cough. “What about me? What position you’ll give if I pledge you my loyalty?” he proudly asked. He knew he would be an asset to this kingdom, considering the amount of power he could wield. Zenus replied. “Well, you’ll be the one warming the queen’s bed. Isn’t great?” he teased again, and it made Rieska’s face red.

Minutes later, Ichabod could hear a swift movement behind the shelves and out came a short man in a black tail coat and a large hat which made him look like all those wizards you see in movies like Harry Potter. “Ah! If it isn’t my old friend.” Johhny said cheerfully. “It has been a while since I last saw you. Are you having nightmares again?” “No.” Adams replied, “I would like you to meet someone.” He said, “this is Ichabod Nuel.” Johnny laid his eyes on Ichabod and scanned him from head to toe. A serious smile cracked upon his lips. “Ah. I can see you haven’t come alone young man.”

“Sophia,” Raphael called out her name as he looked shocked seeing Sophia. The name hung in the air like a heavy mist, that's thick with a history that neither of us could escape. Raphael stood by the door, his hand still frozen on the handle, his eyes wide as he tracked her every move. Who doesn't look shocked seeing her? In our world, Harvey was a ghost story, a warning whispered to pups about what happens when greed poisons a wolf’s soul. No better Alpha or a beta wants to associate themselves to a hybrid, especially one carrying the blood of a kin killer.

Where was her father and why did he seem busy? In the far east of Kerala Kingdom, there was a famous forest that was called the Forest of Ziel. It was well-known around the continent as it was where the green jeweled eye wielder resided–Raphael Sol Zielony. Raphael was known as the youngest Saint Archmage of the first generation. And among the first generation of the jeweled eye wielders, he had the least hardship that he faced. It was perceived by the people that he was lucky that he didn't experience the adversity that others faced. But little did they know, that he was no different from them.

All she wanted was some peace and quiet right now, but apparently, that was out of the question. “Sierra, this is Raphael Rothschild, Uncle Nathanael’s youngest son. He just came back from Cambridge,” Henri announced as they stood in front of a young man with fair skin and blonde hair. He had sharp features and wore a classy suit. He reminded her of a young Tom Hiddleston. “Hi, nice to meet you,” Sierra stretched out her hand politely and smiled. “Pleasure’s all mine,” Raphael took her hand and brought it to his lips. Sierra flinched a little as he kissed her hand. She wasn’t used to guys touching or kissing her anywhere.

Without the curse, he would be able to get out of here once and for all, back into humanity to wreak havoc and chaos… Scitalis turned to thank Rachelle over and over again, "Thank you, Master…" "That's enough!" Rachelle was nothing but impatient then, waving a hand as she said coldly, "Cut the crap, and get us out of here." This place was dark and damp, and she did not want to be here a second longer. Alright. Scitalis called out in response, wriggling his body as a series of cracks sounded through the air. Within a few seconds, he had morphed into the hydra once again.