Tmnt Raphael Nightwatcher Novels & Stories

I step back, slipping into a defensive stance, and he quickly raises his hands. "I mean no harm." Nodding toward the fire, he continues, "I smelled the food and thought I'd investigate." "Who are you?" I scan him top to bottom once more, this time careful not to get distracted. "Rafael, sentinel guard from Io. Rafe, if you like." Io. Of course, they brought their own guards. It makes sense when so many members of their pack guardians are here in an unknown arena. Not to mention the rising number of rogue attacks between Io and River Crest's territories.

Because of this, he was losing a bit of his muscle mass and one could see from his face that he was tired. "You need to take a break. I'll watch over her tonight." Corentin walked over to him and put a palm on his shoulder, these two enemies had to compromise and acted as friends for her sake, but Raphael did not listen of course. How could he possibly let another man watch over his Clara It was not that he did not trust Corentin, but he wanted to be by her side when she woke up, he wanted to be the first one she saw when she got to open her eyes again.

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.”

Warriors tense around us, grabbing their fighting gear ready for battle as they are always taught, the out of the shadows of the trees, they appear, hundreds, Wolves and men, armored and moving like they’ve trained for years for this purpose. They are here to destroy us. It's like they knew our plan all along and we're waiting for us, but how? A figure steps to the front, cloak whipping violently in the wind, lightning illuminating his face. My breath stops as I recognise him, no, its not possible. “Raphael…” I whisper , he just smiles. he's alive and looks even stronger than he ever was.

I suddenly found myself intrigued by this too. “The answer lies right here,” Senor Ramirez said, zooming into the picture with the remote control. It was a tattoo on the forearm of one of the hooded members, in the shape of a diamond with knives coming out of each of the four corners. Inside the diamond-shaped tattoo were the initials ‘NP’, presumably standing for the ‘Night Prowlers’. “Now, if we look at this too,” Senor Ramirez zoomed out and zoomed back in to a photograph of Sir Cornelius Slater shaking hands with the current Prime Minister of the UK, David Peterson.

"You should all consider yourselves lucky to have Josh and Mario around. Not one of you would've dared enough to take that assignment. No, not even you, Tony." He looked on to Tony DiFraz, a junior in the mobster business. He looked nervously around the hall at the dozens and dozens of eyes looking back at him. "You know how we don't like it when rookies like yourself back out." Diaz began, putting his right hand behind his back. Tony looked in terror as a swarm of Diaz's bodyguards began cornering the rookie. They pulled out brass knuckles and one of the guards slammed Tony in the chops, throwing him up in the air and hard down to the ground, knocking him out instantly.

He hesitated, before turning back to me, determination on his face, “I don't normally hide things from you so I won't hide this one. Last night, that Omega, Ethan. He came searching for me at the High Priestess quarters, demanding to know your whereabouts.” I frown deeply, “Is it so hard for him to stay put?” I let out a sigh, “Go, don't keep Kai waiting.” “Yes, Alpha.” I'm dishing out the hot soup into a bowl when a knock came at the door. Thankfully, doctor Raphael arrived in a short moment. His hair is disheveled, he has black under eyes, he looks tired like he is running on two hours of sleep. “I sincerely apologise for inviting you in on a short notice. I can't think of anyone to call e

His wolf paced restlessly within him, urging him to seek out the source of their unease. Rafe stood from his desk and stretched to his full height of almost seven feet, his cold silver eyes, scanning the mountain of paperwork. As the leader of the Nightclaw Pack, one of the three largest packs in the area and a member of the Coastal Wolves Alliance, he bore the weight of responsibility on his broad shoulders, ensuring the safety and prosperity of his people amidst the ever-shifting tides of the supernatural world.

Reveal himself to Eve and her mates while they were still processing Cassandra's betrayal and the intelligence breach. Perfect timing, really. They'd be angry, paranoid, desperate for answers. And Raphael would arrive offering exactly that.....answers, knowledge, family, and most importantly: hope. He changed into traveling clothes.....nondescript and practical, designed to blend in rather than stand out. Strapped weapons to his body in places that wouldn't be immediately visible. Activated protective wards and concealment charms that would make him difficult to track or attack en route. Then he pulled out a small portrait....the only image he had of his brother and sister-in-law holding the

“The coordinates are on your phone. The floor plans, the camera points, the guard rotation schedule. Mateo will be on the perimeter. Zahir on drone cover. Anya on comms. Luca on rear support.” “And you?” “I’ll be here, cursing you for being a brave idiot.” “Fair enough.” “Tristan…” Raphaël’s voice dropped lower, more serious. “Why are you doing this? It doesn’t have to be you. We can hire someone. Pay a mercenary. There are good people on the market.”