Raphael: Mutant Apocalypse Novels & Stories

Angela Rizzo spent ten years scrubbing floors for the Bellini family. Ten years of whippings, stolen wages, and swallowing her pride like it was water. Then the apocalypse came, and the people she kept alive tied her to a pole and left her for the dead. She died screaming. Then she woke up two months before the end of the world, with a system in her head that could see anyone's secrets and a single goal burned into her bones: never be anyone's sacrifice again. "You think you can talk to me like that because I'm a maid?" Angela straightened her back, her eyes cold enough to freeze the room. Carmela laughed, thick and ugly. "You ARE a maid. You're lower than the rats in the basement, girl.

Aya Connor is the only mute Epsilon she-wolf of the Connor Moonfang Pack—fragile, voiceless, and treated as a disposable pawn by her own greedy family. When her father forces her to take her sister’s place in an unwanted mate bond with the terrifying Alpha Kyle Connor, Aya enters the deadly halls of the Rev-9 Crimson Dominion with one goal: keep her dying grandmother, Elder Serena, alive. Kyle Connor is a muscular, ruthless Alpha scarred by war and betrayal. Known for his cold restraint, he wears a pristine ceremonial neck-cloth—loosening the knot by exactly one inch only when his lethal wolf, raw lust, or dangerous possessiveness takes control. Believing Aya is a scheming spy sent to ste

fallens are nothing but despicable creatures, always bringing pain. “Holy gods, Daya...” My brother’s worried, hushed tone reached my ears, his shirt-clad chest appearing right in front of my line of sight before everything suddenly went black. Raphael Letting the warm water clean all that dried, disgusting blood on my body, I slowly fluttered my eyelids closed, that single moment repeating itself over and over again in my head... Her brightly glowing eyes... All that blood... Those human limbs scattered everywhere... Such force... That pure, raw power...

I remembered the first day of the apocalypse when cities turned into hell on earth as the streets filled with screams and blood. I remembered the countless deaths I'd seen over the last three years. The elderly, the children, my comrades, and those strangers. I remembered the people who were killed by their loved ones because of infection, and those who turned into zombies in the depths of despair. "I'll do it," I said. Uriah was so ecstatic that he almost jumped out of his chair. Iris merely nodded, as if she had expected my answer all along. In the days that followed, I became the research center's most special "guest".

I smiled and Azariel bowed. Since rumours were already out, I guess I just had to keep proving them right. Azariel suddenly paused as he sniffed the air. “Mutant rogues.” He muttered with a smile, “It's been long since we encountered them. I guess Nikolai is really working hard.” As soon as he completed his words, the mutant rogues emerged. Mutant rogues were a more powerful breed of rogue wolves. Mutant rogues were created by injecting the heart of rogue wolves with this same malignant magic.

Wide eyes all around watched her with curiosity, fear and wonder. "You're not a prince," she said feeling the cloak fall from her shoulders as she took another step forward. "Your a monster," she announced, just then a loud thunder boomed through the air and the lights went out. The screams of the party goers went silent. A purple light suddenly appeared, emitting from a pendant, that illuminated the face of breathtaking woman. Her eyes were like hot gold burning with fire. Her skin dark and smooth with freckles of silver. Her hair long and flowing, a sentinel being...alive.

"It's apparent with only a little thinking. So, what is your answer? Just a brief go-to needs to be fine, right?" "Okay. Follow me." Raven accompanied Anna and headed closer to San Francisco Comprehensive Hospital. Passing thru protection card checkpoints and retinal scans, the 2 went underground. Victims bitten with the aid of using vampires could inherit the traits of vampires and worry mild. Laura turned likely saved underground to keep away from struggling with extra damage. Finally, Raven and Anna arrived at their destination. This ground turned into similar to the centres above ground, giving a clean, white image. And additionally, as it turned underground, there has been an excellent

Handwriting from twelve years ago — the strokes heavier than they were now, the flourishes drawn wide and loose, like someone who wasn't afraid of wasting paper. I turned to page twelve. A layout diagram of the bunker. Seven bunks, one incubation unit, the storeroom at the end of the hallway, the concrete-sealed door nearly two feet thick. In the bottom right corner of the diagram, a note in my own handwriting: "The apocalypse has to feel real. Push the heat up, make the water filthy — let the audience practically smell it. Rotate the insiders every season, keep one genuinely unwitting participant — protects the ratings." After "genuinely unwitting," there was a note in parentheses. Just one

They needed someone who could match my strength. Raphael. I heard the shift before I felt it—the deep, ground-shaking crack of bone and the expansion of mass. Raphael didn't just transform; he erupted. He became a massive, charcoal-gray alpha wolf, his shoulders broad enough to block out the moon. He didn't hesitate. He was a missile of pure, controlled dominance.

Author's POV Raphael was still on his way driving back to Xavier’s home after he returned the costumes back to the pawn shop. He called Xandros to explain the new situation at hand Xandros was in the house, sitting around and drinking a can of beer when his phone rang “Hey man! Is it done? I hope Xyla is safe and okay?" "Not quite! I messed up boss, I'm really sorry…” Raphael said as he was breathing heavily on the phone "I think she might catch up to me or even him…" Raphael continues