Teenage Mutant Ninja Raphael Novels & Stories

If he killed me, there was no way any one would know from the outside. From the room, I could hear the faint splashing of water in the bathroom. Before I could react, Raphael came out completely naked! I covered my eyes instantly, and shivered when Raphael growled. He sat on the couch near the bed, scanning me before ordering me to open my eyes. I did with tears in my eyes, apologizing for barging into his room. Raphael smirked while I kept talking, but didn’t say a word. Just then, the brunette from earlier, Annabelle stepped out of the bathroom also completely naked. I could barely believe my eyes.

She knew what she wanted and not. "Babe, I already know the truth," she stated. "You don't have to pretend and play dumb around. Look," she paused. "I know where did I go wrong and I'm sorry if I made you feel that way. You're a nice man, Royal. Reliable and can be trusted. If you will give me another chance, we can work this thing out." The difference between Ria and Raphaela was their dependency on me. Ria could decide on her own but Raphaela would always run to me even if she didn't need anything. She made me her own superhero. And in that matter, I had always felt like a man.

I said, changing the topic. “Because apparently I have been assigned the very important task of investigating Flora’s mysterious boyfriend.” I knitted my eyebrows. “Ronan asked you?” “Who else?” Ronan trusted Stephen with information most people never received. “What did you find?” Stephen’s expression darkened slightly, “Nothing.” “I don’t believe you.” A smile tugged at Stephen’s mouth, and he pushed away from the wall and stepped closer. “Raphael is a lycan, well, half lycan and human. His background is clean, with no criminal history. His family is wealthy, established, and respected.”

I have to protect him— Then he felt a warm, solid shoulder press against his arm. Raphael stepped forward, sliding into place directly beside Liam. He didn't raise his voice or lift a fist. His broad frame settled into an unshakeable stance, his dark eyes pitch-black and dangerously calm as he stared Richard down. He’s not flinching, Liam realized, his racing thoughts suddenly stalling. Raph isn't scared of him at all. He’s standing right next to me.

“You think Raphael won’t retaliate? He’ll kill every man, every ally, burn everything we’ve built, until all that’s left is ash.” “I didn’t even know he had a daughter. Why eould you drag her into this,” Matteo growled, dragging his palm down his face. “He already was going to,” I said again. My voice sharpened now, cutting. “Open your eyes. Raphael doesn’t care about rules. He doesn’t care about boundaries. He cares about power. And I’ve just proven he can bleed.” Matteo’s fist slammed into the wall, the crack echoing through the safehouse.

“Alpha. Open up, it's me, Raphael.” “What the fuck! He can't see me here!”

Why is Raphael running a DNA test on us, does he really know? Is that why he let me hang out with Miguel?

He was gentle enough to make a woman fall in love but domineering enough can make a woman collapse and surrender. "Alright." Jason lightly nodded. At this moment, Raphael appeared in a club in Mediterrania. Meanwhile, two charming women sat beside Nelson, looking happy. The door suddenly slammed open, both Nelson's bodyguards flew simultaneously. Nelson swiftly raised his head and saw Raphael's dignified appearance. He felt that anyone who enraged his master deserved death. "Who are you?" Nelson asked Raphael terrifyingly. "Raphael Lindburg." He coldly muttered these words, then knocked Nelson unconscious and took him away.

But even teamwork couldn't overcome these odds forever. A massive golden wolf appeared in front of us, easily twice the size of any normal wolf. His eyes were amber, cold and calculating. Raphael. He shifted to human form, standing naked and unashamed, a cruel smile on his face. "Hello, old friend," he said to Lucian. "Lovely night for a massacre, don't you think?"

Raphael got to Thorne's room as soon as he could and reached out to open it but the door opened right before he could touch the doorknob and Tank walked out of the room. Raphael stood frozen in his tracks, staring between the two Tanks, the one behind him and the one in front of him. "What the f**k?" He muttered. "Look I don't know who that is but it's definitely not me. The Tank behind Raphael was quick to declare. "Yeah, I figured." Raphael drawled staring at the one in front. "Combed hair, polished shoes, definitely not the Tank I know. Who are you?" He threw at the strange guy.