Raphael Tmnt Nightwatcher Novels & Stories

I divulged as the rest of the Night Watchers stormed through the door. We're eight in number, all fresh students. The Night Watchers were the least rank in the school, made for people who had passed the fresh students exams and tests. With my help I secured Martha a spot because I couldn't let her go back to that monster, he would have her head on a stake and being in here alone would be so hard so I basically allowed her have a copy of my work so she scored a point less than my own. The School has huge buildings, enough space for training. Any one that needed training walked right through that gates, not minding the age or the ranks in their various packs. Lord Lucifer cared less about the

When the Nocturnal members saw that Thomas came down, their eyes brightened. One of them, who looked like the leader, walked over. His face had the tattoo of a black creature, which looked like a bird or a chicken. “Are you Thomas Mayo?” “Yes.” The man snorted and pointed at himself. “Do you know me?” Thomas shook his head. “Good lad, don’t you know who I am? You’re so arrogant! Let me tell you. I’m the person in charge of Nocturnal. People call me Flying Rooster or Master Rooster!”

I turned to see them—Watchers, emerging from the shimmering surface of the wall. Their presence was commanding. They moved with precision, their black armor gleaming in the fading sunlight, weapons glowing faintly with a restrained power. The air seemed to hum around them, a tangible aura of authority. One of them stepped forward, a woman with a scar slashing diagonally across her right eye. Her cape billowed slightly as she moved, and the tattoo of an eagle’s wing marked her cheek, exactly as the stories had described. I recognized her immediately—the mage from before, the one whose magic can command thick vines from the earth. Her presence was commanding, her gaze piercing.

A lanky man stepped into view, with tattoos covering every inch of visible skin on his body. His face had the words Danger Zone tattooed under his eyes, with one word under each. If that wasn’t sign enough to turn around, I didn’t know what was. Looking up at Cyran, he didn’t say anything or show any sign of being uncomfortable. “Where is the video?” Cyran asked, without hesitation. “Is that any way to greet an old friend?” The guy countered while sizing Cyran up and down with a smirk on his face. “We were never friends.” Cyran sounded annoyed, but his face remained blank.

Knowing Healer Stephanie, she wouldn't tell him what was going on, and the only one she would tell should be Alpha Drake. So, why would he go ahead to make something that could make him look like my brother? Perhaps his eyes were also fake. But if Alpha Raviel hadn't reacted... would I have believed it? I shook my head, pushing his matter behind my mind. "Investigate this." Alpha Raviel's voice rang in the room again. He was speaking to Beta Nick. Nick nodded, bowed, and left the room. Healer Stephanie immediately returned to the center of the room to begin the ritual again.

I got the rest of my bills and returned to my apartment. =//= As I pinged myself in with my new ID card, I ran into Dr Dawson. He stopped and then pointed his finger at me. "You, come on over to this side." I stepped through the barrier and he pointed out the people who were in his small group of people. "Look at all of theses faces, Ms. Spitz. They are all key members of the team that you'll be joining. They will get up to speed with our current project. Staffers, this is Livia. She will be joining our team on this current project. She will be my supporting assistant. There are guards as well, but there is no need for introduction of them. They don't respond to names."