Tmnt #raphael Novels & Stories

“Thank you for coming. As you all know, Sergio is gone and I have taken control of all his turfs.” Disconcerted murmur echoes throughout the room and a bald headed bulky man stands up, furiously banging his tattooed fist on the table. He is Raphael, and he controls the trading at sea. “What right do you have to take Sergio’s turfs? Just because the bastard’s gone doesn’t mean you can snake your way in and –“ SLAM!

Raphael said "I still don't get it." Sophie said "Okay I'll explain everything to you, just ask away." Raphael said "Who are you again?" Sophie asked "I am Raphael James, the Prince and Alpha of Venom Pack." He said "You are the prince of Venom Pack the most dreaded of all packs?" Sophie asked "I don't know about the dreaded part but yeah." Raphael said "I have to go home." Sophie said "Why? I thought we are supposed to spend the night together." Raphael asked "No way, this is a poisonous place, I don't want to be part of it." Sophie said

I'm surprised you did not see her on your way here', Raph said. 'Aren't you going to introduce me to your friend?' I asked. 'Of course I was going to as soon as you settled down', Raph said happily. 'This is Minnie, my fated mate'. 'You don't say!' I shouted happily, hugging him and the beautiful girl by his side, one hand on each of their shoulders. They both looked so happy and I was happy for them. 'Raph, where is mum Cara?' I asked, surprised that she was not there. 'She is practicing her profession. You know she is a mid - wife?' he asked.

They had already set up a few tents, and there was already food prepared on the table. People were also slowly gathering up. Without even thinking, her eyes landed on Raphael who was just sitting on the corner, eating a piece of watermelon. He was just quiet, and wasn’t in other people’s circles. For a moment, he could almost be seen as an introvert, but he was far from being one. It looked like he was thinking deeply of something, and Timothee, even if she kept telling herself to look away, couldn’t get herself to look away.

Please, Raphaël, sit down. He looks my age, and contrary to what I'd imagined (damn prejudice) he's very virile. Well-built, muscular, jet-black hair with a few scattered streaks of electric blue. He's got a pierced eyebrow and tattooed forearms. My companions and Reed grunt in chorus, and Raphaël, who quickly catches on, bursts out laughing. This doesn't slow him down and he crosses the room, under inquisitive glances, to place me on the sofa.

His body started to shake violently and within the blink of an eye, Raphael’s eyes turned bloodshot red. Every little sound around him disappeared and everything became still. And then he felt it. The painful snapping of the mate bond. Raph stood there and felt how the one bond he cherished more than anything else in this world snapped and break apart. He felt the ground beneath him disappear as he could no longer feel his own legs. If it wasn’t for Lucious who came up from behind and held him, Raphael would have most certainly crashed to the ground. “ Raph? Are you okay?”.

"Tade, please... stop, I beg you..." But Tade is far from finished. "You have systematically ruined every single alliance we had!" he screams, his chest expanding as his wolf rumbles. "I warned you about Rapha's sharp mind. He carries the exact same dangerous brilliance as Nyara. But you dismissed him as a useless, plain rogue and convinced me to throw him to the wolves! Look what happened! Rapha is Kaelum! He is the most powerful black-market weapon designer in the world, and we did not even know it!"

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.

She said, as she picked up the paralyzed hand and placed it on the table. I stood up from the bed, walking to stand beside the table. Now I was close to it, I took a good look at it and a wave of familiarity hit me, it was gamma Raphael’s hand. A small tattoo of horns on the hand, gave it off. I had seen the mark when he held me, and made to slit my throat back at the forest of the dead. “I recognise this hand.” I said, and Ivana stopped in her movement as she rummaged through a white bag.

Raphael. I opened my eyes, and as I predicted, he and the cursed were engaged in a brawl in the middle of the road. The door of the car had been ripped off, probably when Raphael was transforming, so I was able to watch the full battle. Raphael was larger, faster, more skilled, and more coordinated, so he had an advantage. But the Cursed was crazy. It didn’t mind the brutal attacks it was taking; it kept fighting, like a mindless puppet that knew only one thing: fight. It didn’t react to the pain but kept on fighting.