Shadowhunters Raphael Novels & Stories

all crowd started clapping. °°°°Introduction°°° Raphael Ralph Age :27 Occupation :Most successful actor & The CEO of Ralph Production Company Nature : Lovely, calm, funny for his fans but devil for his Enemy. Another identity°°° Lord Raphael Ralph Age :3050 Rank :The President of Vampire Council Vampire status :Pure blooded Vampire..he can control fire, water, hypnotism , invesibility with two black wing.he has the power of tolerating Sunlight without any magical ring or drinking portion.

Then a voice spoke from the shadows. “Well done, little rabbit.” I froze. My blood iced. The world tilted. No. No, no, no— He stepped into the clearing as if he’d been waiting all along, casual, unhurried. His black shirt blended with the trees, his gun loose in his hand, his smile stretching wide. He was already here. Raphael. “You made it to the trees,” he said, mock-applause in his tone. He tilted his head, studying me like a scientist examining an insect twitching under a needle. “But tell me, did you really think the line was real?”

Luca sat across from me, silent like always, cleaning the barrel of his hk-416 with the devotion of a priest blessing a cross. Raphael tapped away on a burner phone like he was texting a lover. In a way, I guess he was, except her name was Code, and she always said yes. “Security feed?” I asked. Raphael didn’t look up, “Dead, we're ghost.” I smiled, “Let’s haunt.”

“You’re mine now. Whatever ghost of a girl haunts your thoughts, forget her. She is gone. And I have everything.” Raphael’s lips parted, but no sound came. His wolf strained, tried to lunge, tried to tear her apart—but the drug smothered him again, chains tightening. The King’s gaze rested on his son, unreadable, hard. Perhaps he knew the truth. Perhaps he didn’t care. For him, survival was all that mattered. For Luna, triumph. For Raphael… torment. The vows were done. The chains bound. And the world believed Raphael had chosen. Far from the palace, in the vampire borderlands, Tamy sat restless in the shadow of the campfire. Selene was asleep nearby, her glow flickering faintly with her drea

She just couldn’t bring herself to move. Without warning, Raph suddenly leapt into the air and shifted into his huge wolf completely. The pain of losing his mate had affected Raphael thinking so much that he couldn’t even recognize Haven who stood there, frozen due to shock. He reached out, claws outstretched, ready to tear her into pieces. His wolf was now thirsty for blood. Haven’s blood. Shocked, Haven didn’t have enough time to react. She couldn’t run now. Even if she did, she would never get away on time.

She turned in to face Raphael sitting on a couch, spinning a wineglass filled with blood "Will your blood suffice?" "It might not" he answered. Hannah laughed evilly "It doesn't matter, Ray can't be killed so no matter where he hides, I will find him, especially since I sent my group of vampires to attack the camp Tala hid in" Raphael watched that grin on her face, he was never the one to pursue the path of evil, he merely wanted a cure for this Beatles's heart and crave for blood, wanting to walk in the sun, grow old and die, so much so that he felt envious of humans and nothing underlined in his path to reach that goal will stop him, even if it meant revealing Rachel's tomb.

"Who knows? Ray and Lilith were best friends, I don't think he will hurt her but he would be furious, maybe to a degree that he'll never forgive her" "I see..." Raphael cleared his throat and turned to the room "Its time the Velvitali became more active again, I want hunters to go out and cut off loose ends, rogue wolves, foulblood vampires, humans who know of vampires and werewolves that are not part of the kingdom's, deal with all of them" "Yes sir" the woman stood up and left with a phone to her ear. "What about the current situation concerning Ray and Tala?" "Who's Tala?"

Raphael instantly covered his wound with his left palm as the blood starts to ooze like a river. "Raphael!" I and Mimi screamed in unison and ran towards him and sat on both sides. "Now, you will have no one as support except me. I will kill him, chain you to my bed and lock you inside a room where even the sun rays can't touch you" He laughed and again raised his gun, this time he targeted Raphael's heart. My breathing became uneven and my heart started drumming in my chest to the point of bursting. I can feel beads of sweat forming on my forehead and palms going numb.

It would always be a crazy mix and match of positive and negative. Raphael looked down at Anders. His expression went still. Dead. I knew it housed the killer inside him. Rejoiced that he had a protective part of his psyche. This work wasn't for everyone. And if he wanted to take over for his brother, then he needed that protective shell. I grabbed Raphael's hand. Got his attention. When he looked at me, I lifted my face, turned it slightly. Tapped my cheek. His gaze warmed immediately as he stepped over. Pressing his lips to my cheek, I felt whole. Standing in the middle of the warzone that would haunt my nightmares, I knew he would be waiting for me each morning.