Tmnt Raph Novels & Stories

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

"Good. Now we spar. Light contact. I'm testing your reflexes. Not trying to knock you out." "Comforting." He laughs. "Guard up." We begin. Rapha moves like water. Fluid. Unpredictable. Fast. I block. Dodge. Counter when I can. He taps me lightly. Ribs. Shoulder. Jaw. Not hard enough to hurt. Just enough to show me where I'm open. "Better," he says. "But you're telegraphing. I see your punches before you throw them." "How?" "Your shoulder twitches. Very slightly. Before every cross."

GERARD . . The door creaked open, and without thinking, I turned to cover Tommy with my body. Then I saw who it was. “Raph.” My shoulders dropped. “It’s just you.” Tommy’s pheromones hit him. “He’s in rut?” “Yeah.” I wrapped my fingers around Tommy’s wrist. “I need to get him out of here.” Silence—heavy and dense—dragged as Raph’s gaze darted to Tommy, then back to me. His pupils flared like I had betrayed him.

Before him stood the familiar figure of the LightDuke, Raph. Just as the first time they had met, Raph wore a flowing white robe that danced elegantly in the air even as he stood still. Raph wore his dark hair back in a ponytail, and he now had bits of black stubble growing out of his chiseled face. As he approached, he appeared to float through the air. “I apologize for the delay, my friends.” The LightDuke l’s voice was deep and booming, but somehow still calm and soothing. “I just now had a chance to look at my pager.”

He added. "That's why you needed to train really hard. Although the incident earlier proves that you are a fighter yourself. Plus, the fact that you are fully clothed when you shift back to your human form indicates that you are indeed strong and powerful." Rapha said, and I saw fear in her eyes. "Is that bad?' She asked worriedly. So I stood up and sat beside her. I had to be near her and make her feel that I was with her. And thank goddess she didn't push me away when I held her.

I tried not to look desperate or grab Raphael’s shirt and tell him to just give me the goddamn footage, because that was what I had in mind if this persisted. “So, Sal,” Raphael said, shifting in his seat like he was finally getting down to something real. “Do you guys still have that snake crawling around your estate?” He was stalling. I could hear it in his voice. I forced a laugh, leaned back in my chair, and shook my head. “Yeah. It scared the hell out of Miguel the other day. Do you have any pets, Raph?” He smirked. “Yes, a stray cat. She keeps me company.”

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.

Liam tried to focus on pulling leftovers from the fridge, but the steady rush of water made it impossible. He could picture it too clearly: Raphael under the spray, water sliding over those broad shoulders, down the defined lines of his back, lower.. Liam slammed the fridge door. What the fuck is wrong with me? It was just anger. Proximity to an enemy. The guy had spent an entire game practically molesting him with words. Of course his body was on edge. The water shut off. A minute later, Raphael emerged with only a white towel wrapped low around his waist. Droplets clung to his skin. He walked into the kitchen like it was the most natural thing in the world, grabbing a water bottle from the

But he restrained himself. She looked at him, all flushed in the cheeks and with a spark in the eyes that only a satisfied woman could have, and said, " Shouldn't we continue?" and she brought him closer to her between her legs while she put her tongue in his mouth and started to touch the front of his pants gently. Raph felt like he probably had lost his mind, but he continued saying, "It is not yet the time, my little nymph. I want to put some things in order before I take you completely." He grabbed her chin softly and licked his lips before saying, " And I WILL take you completely. You are mine. Don't doubt that."

“I need to tell you something, Nate. I just don't know how you'll take it." I could tell he is extremely nervous with the way he is scratching his ear. Raph has this thing where he scratches his ear until it bleeds whenever he's nervous. “Okay..." He scratches his ear harder and I immediately know that whatever he's about to tell me is extremely serious. “You would hate me. You would probably try to kill me."