Raphael Tmnt Nightwatcher Novels & Stories

Rough with awe. “I get that a lot,” I said, stepping into view. “Now tell me why you’re watching me and the girl, or I’ll let the shadows finish what they started.” His gaze flicked over me, calculating. Not afraid. Which annoyed me. “I’m not your enemy,” he said. “My name is Caelan Vire. I’m a Watcher.” The word hit like a curse. I let go of the blade, letting it drop into the dirt between us. “Those relics died centuries ago.”

“ well, I’m glad to be of assistance and give you good and tasty food… “ she said. He rolled his eyes, pulling out his wallet and showing her a black credit card that he swiped out of one of the spaces in the wallet, “ I have the money, so don’t think I’m munching off of you. You brought me here for a reason, let’s get to it… “ he said with a sly grin on his face. She narrowed her eyes at him, the kid was smart, she would give him that. He had to be smart though to be a Night Watcher right. They don’t just train anyone. “ So… You’re a Night Watcher? How?... How did you become one… “ she asked him. He looked very young to have trained for long. “ I was chosen when I was six… I don’t remember

“Ella, get out of here !” “I’m not leaving you !” “You don’t get a choice !” The vampire grabs me again . Adrian charges. They collide like thunder . I scramble backward , heart in my throat, golden mark burning so hot it hurts . Then headlights flood the street . A black SUV screeches to a stop . Doors fly open. Four people in tactical gear jump out , guns raised . “Nightwatch! Stand down!” Adrian freezes mid-fight. “Jared?” The guy in front , Jared, gun trained on Adrian . “What the fuck are you doing, Vale ?”

my wolf grimaces in horror, feeling just as vulnerable as myself as we’re thrown consciously back into the mindset of our unshifted self mere months before. “Hello, wolfy,” the familiar Nightcrawler walks beneath the flickering streetlight on the entranceway of the alley, its tattooed head coming into view as it licks its razor-thin lips as a cruel smile twists them, “Remember me? You should do,” he grins coldly.

"An observer is a pure human who devotes his life as a bridge for werewolves and neutral humans, like you and me." Rula gaped in disbelief. "He is a middleman, to put it simply," Rondolf explained. "A problem that a werewolf cannot solve is a job for a watcher." Rula inhaled deeply. "How about Simon Wade?" Rula pointed randomly. "He is Mr. Thalius's son." "Hunter," Rondolf said with confidence. "A melee hunter to protect Luna while she is among humans." Rula rubbed her neck with anger. "Woah! You guys are crazy!"

But it wasn't Raphael the businessman in a fancy suit. It wasn't even Raphael the mobster I saw when he was around his brothers. It was the Raphael that only comes out at night. The predator. And right now, he looked like a nightmare that had come to life in the woods. He wore a black shirt that was so tight it showed every muscle of his chest and shoulders. His arms were huge, covered in veins and tattoos. His tactical boots were covered in wet, brown mud. And his eyes looked exactly like it did when I saw him the first time, a light, piercing brown, like clover honey held up to a flame.

*Ember* The strange young male’s eyes widened at the sound of my title. He dropped into a low bow as a deep blush spread across his cheeks. “Please pardon me, Princess. I didn’t realize who you were,” he mumbled, straightened and doing everything in his power to avoid looking me in the eye. “I am Bryan Nightwatch, cousin to Alec.” I offered him a nod of acknowledgement. “I understand your confusion. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Bryan,” I said politely.

A cold ripple swept through the clearing. Something moved behind them. The Watcher stepped into view—a towering, nightmarish creature with limbs too long, glowing eyes burning like molten amber. Even the wolves froze at its presence. It struck first. With a blur of motion, the Watcher lunged at Marek, pinning him to the ground in a spray of dirt. Kael didn’t hesitate. He ripped the beast away from Marek, hurling it back, only for the creature to spin midair and slash across Kael’s chest.

"My inner wolf fully comprehends the gravity of this watch." Even if my mind was the hidden engine behind the Wraithfang Recon Unit, tonight my frame represented the future of Nighthowl Systems. Orion was riding an absolute wave of respect across the borders right now, and with his sire being an ancestral legend of Skyfang Rift Engineering, not a single warlord in the hall would dare snub his presence. Between exchanging formal warrior salutes, Orion made a calculated point of parading my form before the chieftains. "This is Lardon Vexley—the tactical genius my vanguard just integrated into the core architecture of Nighthowl Systems."

“Who are you?” The figure ignored him. Its attention was mine—and mine alone. He knows what you are, Nyx hissed. Strike him down. Now. But I was frozen. My fingers sparked with violet fire, uncontrolled. This thing before me wasn’t just powerful—it was primordial. Even Nyx recoiled in his presence. “I am the First Watcher,” it said. “And I have come to see if the vessel survives.” “What vessel?” Kael demanded. The Watcher raised a hand.