Tmnt #raphael Novels & Stories

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.”

he says softly, “I will remove his throat.” The sincerity in his voice makes heat rush through me, not fear, but safety. Then, because trauma makes you say strange and idiotic things, I blurt: “Selene once turned an Alpha into a cat.” Raph blinks. “A cat.” I nod, very seriously. “A very annoyed housecat. With control issues.” And just like that, the darkness cracks. Raph actually smiles. A real one. Sharp and warm and a little dangerous. “So,” he says slowly, “the duck…”

In that moment, I knew that Raphael was the one, the Reaver who would hold a special place in my life. He was the first, the one I had chosen to initiate the transformation, to wipe his memories, and to mark me. None of this he remembered, but the connection between us remained, a permanent bond that went beyond the physical mark on my skin. Though he didn't understand the full extent of our connection, he felt it nonetheless, a deep-seated tie that bound him to me in ways he couldn't explain. Before initiating the transformation, I had taken the time to form a deep connection with Raphael, to understand him in all his human complexities.

The way he looked, the way he carried himself, so simple, yet one could tell he was a billionaire. He had long hair, the same length as Ian’s, only his was blonde. That’s when Fatima noticed the shape of his nose, straight and pointy, just like Ian’s. It was like looking at Ian’s twin brother. “My name is Raphael. But you can call me Raph. Nice to finally meet you,” he introduced himself, taking Fatima’s hand to his lips, which she hadn’t even realized she had given him, as she was too shocked just looking at him.

Drake growled. Suddenly, his eyes turned red; he was fuming mad as he transformed. He runs towards the rouge, who transforms into a werewolf and mercilessly scratches his back. He wasn’t contented; he attacked the rouge, and then Drake beheaded the rouge until it transformed into a human, lying on the ground, lifeless. They fought the other rouge and howled angrily. “That’s for poisoning my stray!” Drake gritted his teeth as he beheaded them all. Beta Dillon picked up the poison's antidote and gave it to the alpha.

As the minutes go by, everyone’s anxiety starts reaching levels they never imagined. It was around one in noon when Dr. Humphrey cleared Caleb to leave the hospital though not before warning Alpha Azraiel about his renewed strength. Matt and Theo were heading towards the arena where Azraiel wanted Caleb to shift into his wolf. “Do you think he could be an alpha?” Matt suddenly asks. “Don’t know…” Theo answers as nonchalantly as he could. “What do you think?”

said the boy, who cleared his throat to hide his little discomfort. — “Lathgertha,” she replied, smiling. What about you, soup meat? — "Ragnar," the boy replied with an enchanting smile. But my friends call me the Turtle of the Gods. I think it's obvious, he continued, laughing out loud and glancing at her bump. Lathgertha also giggled. They stopped laughing when Ragnar put his hand on her still aching stomach. Lathgertha asked him: — Do you know where we are?

His tattoos curled up his neck and under his ear like smoke. Beside him was Felix, leaner, wiry, with a mop of dark hair and scars on his knuckles that told enough stories on their own. Felix was quieter, but he had a gift for slipping through digital and physical security alike. If Reid was the tracker, Felix was the ghost.

Raphael was simply an healer, no special training skills. Tank and Peter took off after the impostor while Raphael helped himself up from the floor, and went to check on Thorne. For now, Thorne was his priority and if that guy had just been coming out of his room, it meant he had done something to him. Raphael walked in and went straight to the timer he set on the desk, thankfully he had well over two minutes before the next dose would be due. Raphael looked around the room having no idea what he was looking for in particular. He just felt really wary, that was all. He was sure that impostor had come here looking for a reason. He just had to figure out what the reason could be.

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.