Romans & histoires Raphael Hythloday

“Elias Thorne. Apprentice to the Royal Archivist.” His name rung a bell. Court gossip said he had come from a minor house with no fortune but a brilliant mind. Some called him cold. Some called him dangerous for the way he questioned priests. Seraphina returned his nod. “Lady Seraphina Ardentia.” “I know,” he said. His gaze flicked to the open page, to the mark there, then up to her face. “May I?” She moved her hand and let him see the engraving. He studied it. “That is not a popular subject.”

Insinuating himself into the folds of their union like poison. I addressed my raven, which stood serenely on the top beam. "Seek out Ryan," I whispered. "Tell him the moment to escape is over. He must return." The raven croaked and vanished. I looked into the crystal again. There was more. I saw a throne of snakes. And Lilith, white, still, hovering between death and life. Serenia leaning over her, hand on her chest. And Hailey, walking into fire—no armor, no guard, no crown.

_*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> POV: Raphael, Michael, and Gabriel _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> RAPHAEL _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> The layers of reality between Heaven and the material world had always been familiar to him. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3">

~ (Raphael) As the sun began to dip below the horizon, casting a warm orange glow over the landscape, I couldn't help but feel a sense of frustration and disappointment. Despite spending the better part of the day searching, I had been unable to uncover any hidden entrances to the tunnels Haven had spoken of. It was as if they were deliberately concealed, hidden behind a veil of secrecy and deception. With nightfall approaching, I decided to turn my attention to the realm of dreams, planning to once again invade Haven's subconscious mind through dreamwalking. Perhaps, I thought, she might unwittingly reveal more information about the tunnels and their hidden entrances.

"I'm your granddaughter! You clearly knew how dangerous he could be, yet you still forced me to marry him? "Do you really think that little of me?" Seeing her twisted expression, Steven seemed to age ten years in an instant. After a long silence, he finally spoke. "You'll regret this." There was a pause between each word. His eyes carried a sense of pain. "How could I ever regret killing a monster?" Jessica screamed hysterically. Steven pointed at me on the ground. "His name is Christopher. He used to be the ace of the Special Forces. Now he's part of my Classified Unit."

Arthur giggles hearing me say that. “I should’ve known that you won’t satisfied with me. I am the one who is missing you, I really want you to get back and pay your losing bet” he laughs so hard and I throw a pillow at him. I was hoping he’ll forget about that bet. A day after arrived in this village, he and I made a bet about who will be the first to be involved in the love affair here, at that time I held Kathy's name, while Arthur held Anneth. And now it was clear that it was Anneth who had a chance to have a scandal with Dave. My defeat required me to accept all of Arthur's orders for 3 days. I don't think it's going to be difficult, considering that Arthur also always wakes up at 1 pm s

He felt the literal weight of his mate’s body, a 3D anchor in a 2D world. "I'm not letting you go," Kaelor whispered into his hair. "You might have to," a new voice said. It didn't come from the door. It came from the air. A holographic figure flickered into existence. A man in an old-world lab coat, his face a map of exhaustion and genius. The Original Architect. "Who the hell are you?" Kaelor snarled, scrambling to his feet and pulling Aradaa behind him. "A ghost," the man said. "I’ve been watching you, Hybrid. You’re quite the anomaly. You weren't supposed to be born. You’re a hybrid embryo, a fluke of the system."

“Don’t read it all. Just the new ones.” Lord Roland wipes the sweat from his brows before he proceeds, “Forgive me, Your Grace. Lord Hylas, you no longer serve as the Moon Priest. You’ve been replaced by Lord Steele.” Lord Hylas’ face twists in pain and he leans forward, his knuckles white against the polished wood of the table. Before he can protest, Eldric interjects. “You’re a shame. No man who speaks the word of the Goddess curses as often as you do.”

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.

Eve, just hours old, wrapped in royal purple blankets and looking up at parents who loved her more than their own lives. "I'm sorry I took so long," Raphael whispered to the image. "Sorry I let fear keep me in the shadows. Sorry I watched you struggle when I could have helped. Tonight, you get your family back. Or at least..." His voice caught. "At least what's left of it." He tucked the portrait into his coat, over his heart, and turned toward the door. But he paused, looking back at his brother's study one last time. At the desk where Azrael had planned his kingdom's future. At the bookshelves filled with wisdom and strategy. At the empty chair that had waited twenty-three years for its ri