Rimuru Raphael Novels & Stories

Raphael. I opened my eyes, and as I predicted, he and the cursed were engaged in a brawl in the middle of the road. The door of the car had been ripped off, probably when Raphael was transforming, so I was able to watch the full battle. Raphael was larger, faster, more skilled, and more coordinated, so he had an advantage. But the Cursed was crazy. It didn’t mind the brutal attacks it was taking; it kept fighting, like a mindless puppet that knew only one thing: fight. It didn’t react to the pain but kept on fighting.

I wondered. "Hello all, I'm Raphael." He introduced himself when he got to the podium. His baritone and husky voice rang out throughout the hall. "You can call me Dr Raphael, I'm your new literature lecturer for the time being." He concluded with a hard task smirk. What is that? I wondered.

Then die. Rafael stood up and smiled, "Get rid of you damn worm!" Raphael cursed. He helped Uriel later. Grabbing Uriel's hand which was still hanging on one of the deadly lava cliff reliefs. "Uriel, quickly take my hand!" Raphael's orders. Uriel tried to grab Rafael's outstretched hand. But the tall black shadow made Uriel's eyes widen. Not just one, but several giant worms behind Rafael. "What's the matter Uriel, come on quickly grab my hand and we'll get out of here," said Rafael.

"Don't you remember? We met the two at the same time. One would not be separate from the other." "Are they siblings?" "They do not share any blood." Ages said as the man Raphael was punching stopped moving. "Aww~ Already," Raphael said, getting to his feet. His entire body was filled with tattoos and scars ran all along his back as Myra walked to him and handed him the cloth he used to wipe the sweat from his face. "You exerted a little more energy on that man." She remarked, looking at Raphael closely. "Is there a reason for that?" "He is incredibly annoying for some reason," Raphael remarked, holding the cloth in his hands and smelling it. "Did you-"

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.

I restrained mars and said to Raphael. "Listen, I don't care about your ambition, as long as my pack survives and the slaughter ends I'm satisfied, but I doubt the world will submit to the believe that you'll command everyone." Raphael declared, "Leave the world to me wolf, I have it controlled, some of the humans pledge loyalty to me, they surrendered corpses I could weaponize for experiments that was how I managed to forge, my own elite abominations." I demanded, "So they are Humans?" He answered,