Rimuru Raphael Mga Nobela at Kwento

Both Angoori and Hector made sounds at the back of their throat when their bodies hit the ground hard. Valerie turned to see what happened, but when her eyes landed on a dark figure who looked so dark that he is surrounded by some kind of black fog-like thing. It's difficult to make out anything. But her heart began to pound violently. She knows without a doubt that the man who is pinning down Hector and Angoori is none other than Raphael. "Raphael?" "Raphael " "Boss" Valerie, Hector, and Angoori spoke at once. But Raphael looked at them blankly. He couldn't recollect who they are. His mind is filled with unexplainable rage and anger. The urge to kill anyone and everyone is so strong, that h

Chapter 135 Reese ''Riley...'' a familiar voice greeted me, and I turned my head to meet Marcus' brother, Raphael. Unlike Marcus, Raphael chose the music industry over modeling, despite numerous offers to join the industry in which his brother and I worked. Raphael's messy ash-blonde hair and mysterious gray eyes, as well as the bad boy aura he exuded, made it no surprise that he quickly became the world's heartthrob and every girl's dream. ''Raphael...'' I nodded at him, but to my surprise, he moved closer to me and gave me a warm hug, which I accepted with a tap on his shoulder before hastily pulling away from him.

I cursed. “Mabel, Seer of the Deadly Fang pack and the first ever successful wereling created by Alpha Ryu.” Ryu succeeded in creating a wereling! Not only is he strong and blessed with flame harnessing from the atmosphere, he’s also smart enough to successfully create a wereling. That bastard! “So tell me, what would you do if you became the female Alpha?”

he murmured to Raphael, offering the faintest squeeze of his shoulder before turning to welcome an ambassador. Raphael, by contrast, wore a linen blazer frayed at the sleeves. He preferred to wander among the installations, watching faces instead of photographs. Visitors slowed as they moved through the journey. Some closed their eyes, inhaling the scent of resin. Others tilted their heads at Raffaele's frozen storm-clouds, caught between awe and melancholy.

He chuckles at my feeble attempt, only stepping back with a malicious grin. Raphael isn’t as tall as Marco, but he is still a decent height for a male. And he didn’t get classed as a bully for no reason. Although muscular, there is no smooth elegance or refinement to his physic. Raphael is a rough piece of work, as if he has been carved with a blunt knife. Curated with jagged edges, a shaggy unkempt beard and buzz cut. He is like a rusty machete, worn, weathered, and ragged, but still dangerous enough to cut you and give you a nasty infection. “Stop! Stop this nonsense!” I yell, decently fearful, as I feel a close friendship with Mr. Barlow. Even with his annoying old man tendencies. I don’t

Raphael rubbed his sore head and slowly sat up as he looked at Felipe and asked, "You know me?" Felipe walked over to the window and leaned against it as he let out a light laugh as he looked down. "You're the young master of Romero Song family in Beunos Aires,the director of the biggest hospital also in Buenos,can’t you remember anything?”Felipe finished and shook his head. What a pity. Raphael listened, still unable to recall any of his past, he thought of the fact that he was now badly injured, and thought that he wouldn't be able to leave this place for a while.

Seeing the look of confusion still evident on everyone’s faces, especially Ursula and Beatrice, who finally joined him, they resumed their words. “While the spell that I planted in Raphael’s body wasn’t a death curse spell, but an immortality spell so I could legally make Raphael a god like me, just like Laika with Morrigan. Now that I’ve finished answering your question, young man, can you explain what you just said to me?” ***

My gaze became deadly and I turned around to face the person. Seeing my face, his face became pale. As if he just saw a ghost. “Mrs…..Romano!” The man who was standing before me was Raphael’s right hand. But I didn't know they were underworld’s peoples. Raphael kept me in the dark all my life. Why? I kicked his hand that was holding the gun, the gun flew in the air and I catched it when it came down. I pointed the gun at him. “You see that I killed all of them. It won't take a second for me to blow your head. Just one bullet right between your eyes, it will be enough to kill you.”

He shrugged, not interested. "Looking for someone I know, I guess? Are you new here? I think it's my first time to see you." "Uhh, no. I mean, it's not my first time joining a party of the Venturi." "Oh, I see. But you don't look familiar." He paused. "By the way, I'm Jude." He offered me his right hand. "How about you?" "I'm Raphaela," I introduced too and accepted his hand. It was a soft, too far from Royal's rough hands.

Legend says he'd also demand the soul of your firstborn child. "Aurora, come here puppy," Raphael says opening his arms for her, she ran off me finally giving me the chance to sit up, she's a small black wolf with stunning blue eyes, she's beautiful and taken. "Remind me when I get my own little to raise her better than yours," I say looking at Aurora, running everywhere, she looks like a wolf on steroids, are all littles this active? "Freeze, now back, one more..." Raphael says instead of answering me, he yelled at his Luna.