The Reaver Chronicles: Raziel

by Gift .

  But my entire body was begging for more of his touch, his voice, his everything. Wynter was even content in his arms. I knew I shouldn't be here, but I couldn't for the life of me get away. I couldn't get my legs to move in the opposite direction.

  He pulled away briefly to look at me, it was as if he was taking in every inch of me, every feature and committing it to memory.

  He leaned down and gently pressed his lips to mine. The lightning from my mark fucking exploded, sending sparks through my entire body again. But something was missing, something deep in my soul.

  I realized the mark is a physical thing, it makes my physical being weak to him. My body wanted him, but he doesn't feed my soul, doesn’t feed my carnal instincts deep down.

  I closed my eyes as a memory surfaced. "When you are struggling with the mark and your feelings for him, just remember who made you scream." said Raziel, his golden eyes full of lust and possessiveness.

  Flashbacks of him with his hand in my panties, and him sinking his fangs into my neck. It all came flooding back stirring something deep inside me, something carnal. I could feel a tingly feeling starting to form in the palm of my hand.

  "No" I shouted, as I put my hand on Raphael’s chest and pushed him away in a fury of green flames sending him hurtling back into the wall.

  Chapter 30

  "I'm not where I belong, I don't belong with you!" I screamed, my mark burning under my defiant words. Both of my hands were now engulfed in green flames. Raphael looked back at me as he got up off the floor, surprise and then hurt filled his eyes which sent a pang of guilt through me, no doubt influenced by the mark.

  Honestly, I was surprised too. I couldn't believe I was able to resist the marks pull. It was as if my memories were jumbled, everything else was second to the mark and my need to be close to Raphael but I knew I shouldn’t be.

  “How, how did you do that Rayne? How are you resisting the marks pull? That is impossible!” He stammered as he started walking back my way. “No Raphael, stay away from me” I said with conviction, but I was shaking inside, knowing that if he came closer I wouldn’t be able to resist him.

  Everything in my body was saying I needed to just run into his arms, I needed him. My mark was burning at my disobedience but I knew where I belonged and it wasn’t with him.

  “What the fuck kind of magic is this mark?” I sneered. “It’s a very powerful type of magic, can't be broken, can't be resisted…well, couldn't be, apparently, until now.” Raphael stated.

  My emotions were literally all over the place. Suddenly the room got cold, and I mean the coldest I think I have ever been. An Icy chill seemed to penetrate my bones. I could see my breath, and Raphales eyes widened. I could see a look of fear in them even though he wasn't outwardly showing it as he never does.

  “Rayne…. Rayne, Beautiful, what are you doing…?” Raphael stammered, fear engulfed his voice. That’s when I saw it, the room was suddenly full of shadows. Dark shadows, darker than anything I had ever seen before.

  They were coming out of everywhere but also nowhere at the same time. I could see the shadows moving, snakelike tendrils were dancing at my feet, waiting as if they were anxious for me to command them.

  I could hear their voices in my head, multiple different voices, slithering and whispering all at once. “What do you need, master?” They slithered. “Tell ussss, we will oblige for a price” They whispered.

  Wynter was in my mind telling me this is a bad idea, but I couldn't help but feel somewhat at peace with these slithering beings. As terrifying as they were, they were waiting for me to control them.

  It was as if they wouldn’t do anything without my permission, and that gave me the power and a sense of security. “What are you?” I asked them, “We are the shadowssss, master. We are here to serve, for a price of course.” They slithered.

  “I want this mark gone, name your price!” I Stammered trying to sound confident in my ask. The shadows started writhing and moving anxiously at my feet and all around the room. “A bond for a bond, give usss your mate bond and we will remove Raphaelsss mark.” They whispered.

  A chill ran through my body, so I did still have a mate bond, even though I am a Reaver. I wondered how that all worked but wasn’t going to worry about it right now. “My Mate bond?” I questioned.

  I thought about it for a minute, if I were actually mated to Raziel I would be giving up something so incredible, something I’ve only heard about for years from all my elders. I would be giving up a bond that cannot be broken, a bond that was forever.

  If I wasn't mated to him, then I would be giving up a bond with someone else, someone I, at this time, didn’t even want no matter who it was. “Dont fucking do it Rayne, don’t give them our mate bond, please.” Wynter begged.

  The mate bond was something a wolf looked forward to their whole lives, and even if we were mated with someone we didn’t want, it was still worth the wait to just experience it for the first time. In my mind I knew that no matter who my mate was, I was going to be with Raziel. So I didn't care about the bond, but I couldn’t do it, I couldn’t shatter Wynters heart like that.

  “I decline your price” I said to the shadows. “As we expected, Master. Raziel did the same thing. We can always be called if you need usss, we require an offering of blood from here on out, master” They purred, and just as fast as they came they slithered away back into nothing and everything, taking the Icy cold with them.

  Raphael was still standing in the same spot, starstruck by what had just happened. I took it that he didn't mess with the shadows much, and I could see why. They definitely had their prices, and I wasn’t sure how much I would be willing to pay.

  “Rayne… Are you ok?” Raphael questioned. I locked eyes with him and I could see the concern swimming in those beautiful silver orbs. It took everything I had to look away, my mark pulsing with desire, pushing me to him, wanting to be with him.

  All feelings that had subsided when the shadows were around. I was back in my internal battle with Wynter not helping in any way, shape, or form. I did the only other thing I could think of besides calling the shadows again, I mind linked Raziel.

  I knew he would be fucking furious but I was willing to risk it, knowing I wouldn't be able to force myself to walk away from Raphael a second time. I was barely hanging on enough to resist him thus far, if I didn't get away who knows what would happen.

  Just like that, Raziel materialized in front of me, worry flooding his beautiful golden eyes. He was wearing gold sweatpants and no shirt, I couldn't help but gasp a little at the sight of his chiseled body. His golden blonde hair tousled as if he was in bed previously.

  I couldn't help but admire his beauty, he may have been the most gorgeous man I had ever seen. He grabbed me and pulled me close, my bare skin touching his causing my mark to burn uncomfortably. "I remembered! I know who I'm supposed to be with" I said with tears in my eyes.

  "I hate this mark, it's so inviting, it makes me feel like I'm right where I should be, but I know it's a lie. It's not real.Deep down I know this is not where I belong." I cried into Raziel's shoulder.

  “I called the shadows, I didn't mean to! I threw Raphael into the wall with fireballs, I can’t control anything, Im a fucking mess” I cried.

  He grabbed me tighter as if he was afraid to let go or I would be gone. He then turned to Raphael "This isn't over, brother." He spat. Then materialized us away from Raphael's home, and into his own instead.

  Chapter 31

  He sat me down on his huge black and silver bed. sitting next to me he took me into his arms. "Thank you, I'm so sorry, I don’t know what happened," I said with sincerity in my voice.

  “Shhh darling, it’s ok. You’re alright” He purred while running his hand through my Silver hair. He snapped and produced us both drinks of gold liquid. “Drink, you’ll feel better” He said.

  I drank the liquid, sipping it this time rather than taking it as a shot. He was right though, it did make me feel better. Bes
ides the uncomfortable burning of my mark, I was definitely feeling less anxious.

  My hands weren’t tingly, I didn't feel like I was accidentally calling the shadows, and honestly the sheer burning of my mark was almost a comfort at this point. Telling me that I was right where I needed to be, in Raziels arms, far away from Raphael.

  “Now tell me about the shadows, darling” Raziel Purred. “I’m not sure where to start, I’m not even sure how I called them, but it was like they came from everywhere and nowhere all at once.” I recanted. “They whispered to me in a multitude of voices, they told me they would obey my wishes for a price. I asked them to remove the mark, and they asked for my mate bond. I said no, but I didn't even know that I had a mate bond still? Raziel, how do I have one if I'm like you?” I stammered.

  He looked at me curiously, “You were born outside of a coven, and never introduced to one. You grew up thinking you were just a wolf and thus you have the same abilities as a wolf. Your Reaver abilities cannot break through unless you are in a coven and have been trained to use them. There are multiple Reavers out there that will never know what they are for this reason. Why you came into your powers with no coven influence is beyond me.” He said, confusion clouding his eyes.

  “I knew what you were the first time I laid eyes on you, in the forest at the well. I knew you were special. I’ve kept track of you ever since then, hoping that when you turned 21 you would be ready to leave your pack and choose me. Little did I know you still had a mate bond, or that you would come into these powers. I’m sorry Rayne, I should have done more to protect you.” He said with sadness in his voice.

  I locked eyes with him and I could feel his pain. I wanted to tell him it would be ok, but I had one more question to ask, “Why would you make a deal with Alpha Drake if I weren’t mated to you he could have me as Luna? Especially if you didn't even know I had a mate bond?” I asked, trying not to be upset.

  I could see the emotion in his face shift, he smiled as we locked eyes. “Rayne, I made whatever deal he would accept in order for your protection all these years. He needed power and numbers, I needed you safe.

  I went into the deal knowing full well that I wasn’t going to let him make you Luna of the Obsidian pack. I fully intended on winning you over, and then marking you myself and making the bond permanent. You couldn’t be a Luna if you were mated to another.” He said and flashed me a dazzling smile.

  Of course he had a plan, I felt a lot better after hearing his explanation. The thought of me being by Alpha Drakes side was infuriating to say the least. I wanted nothing more than to never have to deal with him again.

  Sadly I was sure I hadn’t seen the last of him, even with my newfound situation. “Thank you, and don’t you dare be sorry Raziel, you have done more than enough for me. More than I could ever ask for just by being here for me. When my mother passed away I was lost, and even though I hate Alpha Drake, I was never mistreated. I don’t know where I would have been without you.” I told him.

  I locked onto his golden eyes and placed one hand on the side of his face, and the other hand on his chest over his heart, “Promise me that this is real, promise me that we are real. Mark or not, mate bond or not, promise me that you won’t give up on me.” I said, knowing I had made up my mind completely.

  I was exactly where I wanted to be and I wasnt going to let a stupid mark or mate bond change anything. “I promise, darling,” He purred and pulled me in for another kiss, more feral this time, taking my breath away.

  He pulled away, then snapped and produced a pair of gold shorts to match my gold sports bra I was wearing, and sent me off to the bathroom to change. “If you think I'm letting you out of my sight again, you’re wrong.” He said jokingly. “You’ll be lucky if I ever let you go” He laughed.

  We laid down, and I must have been exhausted because I don't even remember falling asleep. For the first time in a while, I had a dreamless sleep. No dreamwalking, nothing crazy. Just sleep.

  It was morning, my eyes fluttered open and it took me a minute to remember where I was. In Raziels room, I could see the gold and black silks lining the top of the four poster bed. He had his arms around me, and my mark was burning but it seemed like it was less painful than usual.

  I must be getting used to it I thought. Wynter was still sleeping in my mind, I turned to face Raziel and just admired his beauty. I can't believe I used to be so afraid of him. Considering how dangerous he is, I guess I can’t blame myself.

  Being with him goes against everything I was ever taught. But I am just like him, I’m a Reaver too. The thought sent chills down my spine. How could I be the very thing I was taught to fear?

  This world is crazy. I shook the thoughts from my mind and took in all of his features. His eyes were closed and he looked so serene, so peaceful. His strong jawline accentuating his perfectly symmetrical features.

  I could see his chest moving in and out as he took each breath. This was something I could get used to. His eyes suddenly fluttered open, after a second he shot me a million dollar smile. “Good morning, darling. Did you sleep well?” He asked as he pulled me in close and our lips met.

  The sensation awakening my inner wolf, my carnal desires pushing their way to the top with this simple move. It was more than a physical reaction, It was a mind, body and soul reaction.

  Regardless of my current situation, I knew this is where I belonged. My mark of course burning at my discretion. I noticed again that it wasn't burning as much, or as painful? I pulled away from the kiss, unwillingly, and ran into the bathroom with my hand on my mark.

  Raziel was close behind me, as I removed my hand we both were surprised to see the vines and filigree running down my neck were no longer there. My eyes lit up, “It’s working, It’s going away!” I exclaimed. It was definitely going away.

  “It has to be because you were able to resist it!” Raziel exclaimed, joy in his words! “The mark can't regenerate itself, so once portions fade they are gone forever. You can't be remarked either until the mark in its entirety is gone.” Raziel said.

  He was excited, maybe even more excited than I was. He snapped and produced me a black and gold sports bra, black leggings, gold panties, and gold combat boots.

  “You have got to teach me that snap thing” I chuckled as I headed towards the bathroom to change. I of course wanted to wear anything that he picked out. He always knew exactly what I loved, what I always wore.

  I jumped in the shower, put on the new clothes Raziel had picked out, and then let my silver hair fall pin straight to dry. Raziel had on a black pair of slacks, a gold button up shirt, black dress shoes and a black tie. His hair was tousled like usual, we matched perfectly which made my heart flutter.

  Everything about him was perfect. “Are you ready to go, darling?” Raziel purred. “Yep, but where?” I said.

  “It’s a surprise,” He said with a smile. He took my hand and we headed out the door.

  Chapter 32

  (Raphael)

  “How did she do it? How did she resist the marks pull?” I asked Axel. “She is strong, she is different… She is ours” Axel growled back. “I know she is, she just doesn't know it yet. My brother may think he is top dog, but this will be a battle he will not win.

  As long as my mark adornes her beautiful face, I still have a chance, and I will not give up that easily.” I told Axel. "She is perfect, she is exactly what I need. Can you imagine her, High Priestess, Rayne, by my side, ruling my covens?" I purred.

  I pictured her wearing the high priestess crown and standing strong by my side wearing a silver and black long dress with a criss cross back and a long slit from the floor to her upper thigh on one side. With my mark adorning her face, sparkling in the sunshine.

  No one would dare step to her, especially by my side. She would be a fierce leader, and not to mention absolutely beautiful on my arm.

  I had never really been interested in women, or anyone really. It seemed that they all were too eager to please, too, what's
the word, obedient?

  Very Few had piqued my actual interest in thousands of years. What was so special about Rayne? Why was I so drawn to her? I know she’s a Reaver, but that shouldn’t make a difference.