Shadowhunters Raphael Novels & Stories

Now, we will be in danger if the werewolf hunter finds our location! "What did you say, alpha? The beta leader encountered the werewolf hunter?!" Kasper was stunned after hearing that voice. Flint and him slowly turned around their back just to see that the leaders of the village and some representatives of the different kinds of werewolves are now in their back. "We demand an explanation!" They firmly said. Flint and Kasper use their mind link. "Oh, no! We're doomed!" "It's just you!"

she wanted to know, but his hand was slowly sliding up her thigh, and she wasn't sure it was really all that important anymore. "You're the first person I ever exchanged blood with," he said. "Paoli's first blood exchange was with a girl a few years ago. It was to seal a pact he made with her. Now that it's time to collect on their deal, he can't track her for some reason." His hand slid up her ribcage and cupped the underside of her breast. "Why would that be?" she asked, her voice husky and low as her interest in the conversation quickly waned.

Others embraced family members who had feared they would never return. Joy surrounded me from every direction. Shadowfang had survived. The feast had begun. As Luna in all but name, I sat among the honored guests, yet my attention remained fixed on only one person. Raphael. He sat at the head of the largest table. His cheek bore a fresh cut. Several bandages disappeared beneath the collar of his dark tunic. Even injured, he carried himself like the Alpha everyone admired. Warriors approached him one after another. They congratulated him, praised his leadership, and asked him to tell the story again.

What the heck! I must have still made a sound despite my effort to conceal it, and it didn't escape Raphael. the swift shift in the air and the sudden hungry look in Raphael's icy blue eyes resonated deep within me... They pierced into my soul, touching me from the inside out Raphael was dangerous, and forbidden, so why the hell did I want him so much?

He sucked in a sharp breath before he could stop himself. Raphael moved before anyone else did. His hand slammed against the player’s chest, shoving him back a full step. “Stay the fuck away from him.” The easygoing smile Raphael had worn all afternoon disappeared. His expression was cold. Sharp. Dangerously calm. The Shadow Reapers stared at him for a second. Then one of them barked out a laugh. “Oh, really?” Another smirked. “So you’re fucking the captain already?” A third chimed in. “That explains why you’re glued to him all day.”

he growled. My hands tightened around the handle of the knife, and I waited for his next move. But Lord Ralph was not my match. He was swifter than the other vampires I had encountered. He was a leader for something, right? He came at me again, I stuck out the knife, but he swung his whip at me; it wrapped around my hand, and he drew me closer to him with it. I yelped when he hit my hand, and the knife fell out of my hand and clattered to the floor. He hooked me from behind with his arm while his other hand pinned my hands behind me.

Raphael looked down from the window, his crimson eyes glowing like rubies in the sunlight. He let out a growl that resonated throughout the entire room, echoing in the walls. Raphael's body tensed, his muscles coiling as he prepared to leap out the window after the Silent Reaper. His eyes, glowing brighter, were fixated on the rapidly disappearing figure. His hands began to shift, claws emerging as his rage threatened to overtake him. "Raphael, no!" Logan's voice cut through the chaos. He moved swiftly, grabbing Raphael's arm and yanking him back from the edge. "You can't go after him like this."

She needs them here with her. **** Raphael clenched his hands. He was ready to shred all of them to pieces. They are nothing to him. A dozen of them can't bring him down in battle. He is the Alpha and they need to be thought a lesson for crossing their limit. He has been so lenient with the thing but now he would show them no mercy. From their smell, he knew they were Ronald's warriors. He must be somewhere around with Melissa's parents, he thought to himself. One of the werewolves attacked first and just right in time, Raphael broke his neck. It snapped and the body fell to the ground.

L “But you didn’t get the chance to fight me,” I pointed out, my voice low. “Because of the hunters.” Raphael nodded. “That’s right. We didn’t have a choice in that either. When the hunters came, it wasn’t about fighting each other anymore. We all had to fight them, or we wouldn’t have survived.” I thought about his words for a moment. He wasn’t lying, but it didn’t change much. I still didn’t fully trust them. Vampires were unpredictable, and I had no reason to believe they would remain loyal to Damian forever.

Hector pronounced. Nathan gave him a deadly glare, who clearly said, "Look who's talking." Hector ignored Nathan and used his power to light up before entering the dungeon. Raphael didn't care about the darkness around him, he used his last bit of power for his clear vision so that he would be able to keep his vision intact and started searching for Winter. They searched for another twenty minutes until Raphael found a broken cupboard, where he noticed the hem of Winter's maid uniform. "Could it be her?" He whispered and went to look at it only to find Winter sitting, hiding her face in her knees, but the moment he opened the broken door, her head slipped, and Raphael caught her at the right