Teenage Mutant Ninja Raphael Novels & Stories

Ru wasn’t sure if she should laugh or cry. “What do you mean everything I know about my past is a lie?” She glanced down at the paper again, and finding it offensive tossed it onto the coffee table. She could feel herself becoming very defensive now, so she tried breathing deeply through her nose. It wasn’t working. “Your mother’s name was, as you can see, Seraphina Raphaels. She is a Keeper. A descendant of Raphael’s. “Great. Now I’m related to a Ninja Turtle,” Ru mumbled.

Similar elegant prints adorn the walls, and beautiful wooden furniture dominates the floor space. Raphael is leaning back in his chair and smiling at me. My breath catches. I’ve never seen Lirael’s younger brother up close before. Unlike Lirael, who’s usually always in a three-piece suit at work, Raphael has his jacket off and his shirtsleeves rolled up to reveal his muscular forearms. Like his brother, he’s gorgeous, even though he looks quite different from both Lirael and Nathan. Where they’re all dark hair and icy eyes, Raphael is golden-blond and tawny. Just as beautiful and just as deadly to women’s hearts, I imagine. I’m sure he uses his good looks and charm to make women fall for him

So I made my way and as expected Raphael was already waiting for me there. "If Caspian asks where I am, you don't know, are we clear, Raphael?" I said, getting a small bag. "But Princess this..." trailed Raphael. "Enough," I ordered. Raphael is my right hand and my general. Assassins trained him from a young age and were my mother's bodyguard. After my mother's death, he pledged his loyalty to me when I became their leader. Raphael is a bulky person; he's very tall, has muscles, and is always serious. He has pale skin and brown hair, and his eyes are green.

But a mother's intuition never fails; I will pay more attention to my youngest. Raphael doesn't worry Lina too much, not because she loves one more than the other. But Rapha practices various types of martial arts. Participates in several competitions at the academy, and has won them all, even though he hasn't transformed yet. He's communicative, playful, knows how to assert himself, and knows his place. "The boys are taking a long time," she comments without moving, "Do you think something happened?" she trembles at the possibility. "Our children are on their way, my love, they are fine, I'm sure of it," I say firm, but in reality, I'm not so sure. This anxiety of my female is starting to w

“You were there. You saw it. You heard it. The trail led straight to Nia Isolde, the mighty Luna of the Dark Crest Moon.” “She is no longer the Luna,” I corrected immediately. “She is my chief strategist now.” The words left my mouth before I could reconsider them. Raphael froze for a second. Then he burst into a mocking laughter. “You have really lost it,” he said, shaking his head slightly as he turned his gaze toward Narek. “Do you hear him?” Narek did not respond. His expression remained neutral, though I could see the tension in the way his shoulders held. “Your alpha is nothing but a loser,” Raphael continued, his tone cutting as he looked back at me.

I followed it like a compass I wasn’t supposed to have. Raphael stood in the middle of a living room that looked like it had been designed by someone who hated clutter and loved power. Floor-to-ceiling windows framed the city like it was his personal snow globe. He wore a charcoal button-down with the sleeves rolled once, forearms bare, a thin scar running along the left one like a signature. His hair was still mostly black, but silver had started winning battles at the temples. He looked exactly like the man my mother had warned me about and nothing like the uncle who used to slip me twenty-dollar bills at family barbecues when I was twelve.

He smiled again, “You got something he wants. Something he’s been looking for a long time. And now he has a chance of getting it back. He ain’t gonna stop. He’ll burn this city to the fucking ground if that’s what it takes.” I exhaled slowly through my nose. “Cute speech.” Then I walked over to him again. “I’m gonna give you the gift of clarity,” I said, “You’re not here because you matter. You’re here because you were dumb enough to try to kill me to be the hero in Rino's eyes, and dumber still to get caught.” He parted his lips to speak, but I drove the sole of my shoe into his face. Hard. I looked at Raphael across the room, where he sat on a stack of crates with a laptop open on his knee

I screamed, and after delivering my speech, I started walking towards the cave, with a large army trailing behind me. However, even if none of them had accompanied me, I would have gone alone to fight the demon army on my own regardless. *********** The Hybrid Princess/ Riana's POV My wolf Ashyla and my vampire self Luciana were still giving me the silent treatment even as I would soon be facing my death. Who would have thought that one me the powerful Hybrid princess Riana Angelina Rivera Wolfen's would find herself in a sticky situation like this, of soon about to be raped by a disgusting demon.

I approach the car, my heart pounding in my chest. I open the car door and peer inside. There's only one person in the car, the driver. I glance around, my heart racing. Where are Aurora, Natasha, and Raphael? Just then, I hear a soft whistle from behind me. I turn, and I see Aurora standing there, a knife pressed to Natasha's throat. Rafael is standing next to her, his suit jacket unbuttoned, revealing a muscular chest. He's flexing his fingers, ready to fight. I growl, my eyes flashing. This isn't good.

To think that the little boy who would hide behind her, has grown up to build an empire on his own and stand on top of the world, like the leader he was meant to be even though he didn’t have the backdrop of his family clout was truly delightful… probably the best news she has heard since she woke up. “The youngest, Chris is the one who is most like dad.” Raphael’s eyes lit up with affection as he spoke of Chris. “It was his best friend’s master that cured you.” “Are you close to them?” Bridgette asked, knowing that Raphael had distanced himself from everyone from the past. “No” Raphael shook his head “Only Chris. I met him as a friend and only recently revealed my identity.” “Friend?” “Sis,