Rimuru Raphael 소설 & 이야기

As expected, the Blue moon pack became the Blood moon pack. Raphael tried to make peace with us, but we weren't there yet. A lot had happened because of his grudge. He had let Rosehip mislead him and ruin lives. He was lucky he wasn't involved in the people trading business, he would have died along with his mentor. Although he claimed he wanted justice, he had hurt too many innocent people and broken several wolf laws in a bid to get it. He went about the whole thing the wrong way, and it would take a while for us to be able to trust him.

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

Both Angoori and Hector made sounds at the back of their throat when their bodies hit the ground hard. Valerie turned to see what happened, but when her eyes landed on a dark figure who looked so dark that he is surrounded by some kind of black fog-like thing. It's difficult to make out anything. But her heart began to pound violently. She knows without a doubt that the man who is pinning down Hector and Angoori is none other than Raphael. "Raphael?" "Raphael " "Boss" Valerie, Hector, and Angoori spoke at once. But Raphael looked at them blankly. He couldn't recollect who they are. His mind is filled with unexplainable rage and anger. The urge to kill anyone and everyone is so strong, that h

"Well then, what is it?" "Rimbro. Raphael Rimbro." ____________________

Chapter 135 Reese ''Riley...'' a familiar voice greeted me, and I turned my head to meet Marcus' brother, Raphael. Unlike Marcus, Raphael chose the music industry over modeling, despite numerous offers to join the industry in which his brother and I worked. Raphael's messy ash-blonde hair and mysterious gray eyes, as well as the bad boy aura he exuded, made it no surprise that he quickly became the world's heartthrob and every girl's dream. ''Raphael...'' I nodded at him, but to my surprise, he moved closer to me and gave me a warm hug, which I accepted with a tap on his shoulder before hastily pulling away from him.

I cursed. “Mabel, Seer of the Deadly Fang pack and the first ever successful wereling created by Alpha Ryu.” Ryu succeeded in creating a wereling! Not only is he strong and blessed with flame harnessing from the atmosphere, he’s also smart enough to successfully create a wereling. That bastard! “So tell me, what would you do if you became the female Alpha?”

he murmured to Raphael, offering the faintest squeeze of his shoulder before turning to welcome an ambassador. Raphael, by contrast, wore a linen blazer frayed at the sleeves. He preferred to wander among the installations, watching faces instead of photographs. Visitors slowed as they moved through the journey. Some closed their eyes, inhaling the scent of resin. Others tilted their heads at Raffaele's frozen storm-clouds, caught between awe and melancholy.

He chuckles at my feeble attempt, only stepping back with a malicious grin. Raphael isn’t as tall as Marco, but he is still a decent height for a male. And he didn’t get classed as a bully for no reason. Although muscular, there is no smooth elegance or refinement to his physic. Raphael is a rough piece of work, as if he has been carved with a blunt knife. Curated with jagged edges, a shaggy unkempt beard and buzz cut. He is like a rusty machete, worn, weathered, and ragged, but still dangerous enough to cut you and give you a nasty infection. “Stop! Stop this nonsense!” I yell, decently fearful, as I feel a close friendship with Mr. Barlow. Even with his annoying old man tendencies. I don’t

Raphael rubbed his sore head and slowly sat up as he looked at Felipe and asked, "You know me?" Felipe walked over to the window and leaned against it as he let out a light laugh as he looked down. "You're the young master of Romero Song family in Beunos Aires,the director of the biggest hospital also in Buenos,can’t you remember anything?”Felipe finished and shook his head. What a pity. Raphael listened, still unable to recall any of his past, he thought of the fact that he was now badly injured, and thought that he wouldn't be able to leave this place for a while.

Seeing the look of confusion still evident on everyone’s faces, especially Ursula and Beatrice, who finally joined him, they resumed their words. “While the spell that I planted in Raphael’s body wasn’t a death curse spell, but an immortality spell so I could legally make Raphael a god like me, just like Laika with Morrigan. Now that I’ve finished answering your question, young man, can you explain what you just said to me?” ***