The Reaver Chronicles: Raziel

by Gift .

  I was so confused and lost in a mess of thoughts I hadn’t even realized that Raziel had taken me in his arms until my mark exploded at his touch. “I know you’re going through alot right now, darling. Why don’t we forget it all for a while?” He purred.

  His voice was so silky and golden it sent chills throughout my entire body. He lightly traced my mark with his fingers causing pulses of lightning to course through me. The way he looked at me like I was the most beautiful woman in the world just had me begging for more.

  I hadn’t felt the real effects of the mark since I was able to communicate with the darkness. I was using the darkness to dim the marks effects so I wouldn't get distracted from my training and my revenge mission. I had almost forgotten what it was really like to be marked.

  I was so insistent that Raziel continue to mark me everytime it faded so that Raphael could never mark me again, I had almost forgotten what the point of the mark was. It was a bond, it was a tether linking 2 souls, in this case mine and Raziels.

  We hadn’t finished the mating process and I knew we wouldn’t be doing that just yet, Raziel had clearly stated that he's only marking me because I’m asking him to. If he had his way, he wouldn't be doing it until he knew I was ready. For him the mark was important, sacred even. Something you dont fuck around with.

  Unlike his brother, who marked anything he could for any reason. They were two very different people, but a lot alike as well. The thought of Raphael had me plunging back into the emptiness of the void until Raziel pressed his lips to mine sending pleasure reeling through me.

  I had been so distracted this past couple of months with training I hadn’t even taken a minute to appreciate Raziel. Guilt flooded into my chest, he was such a perfect addition to my chaotic life. Always there when I needed him, so understanding, never prying or judgemental, just unconditional love, always.

  I needed an escape, I needed to forget about everything, even if it was just for a moment. I reciprocated his kiss, putting my hand into his messy hair and deepening our connection. The mark was going wild and I let it, no using the darkness to dampen the effects. I wanted to feel everything, I needed to.

  I materialized us onto the bed, myself sitting on his lap facing him. Both of my hands on his face, our tongues softly exploring eachothers mouths, as if looking for just another taste of something they had missed.

  We broke from our kiss, and I took his shirt off. He went to move me to a different position, but I instead pushed him down on the bed. It was my turn to please him. I scoffed to myself as he laid back, placed both hands behind his head and smiled at me. I started kissing my way down his neck and spent time at each of his nipples, making sure I was biting and sucking on them with just enough pressure to cause them to harden and stay hard.

  I continued making my way down his chest through his abs to his stomach. I could tell the mark was affecting him as well by the chills running through his body at my touch.

  I paused briefly to remove his pants, and underwear and then continued onto his inner thighs. My cheek brushed against his cock and I felt it pulse. I could hear his breath sharpen as I made my way to his hardened length, and took it into my mouth a little at first, but letting more and more slide in as I went.

  He was moving in rhythm with me, as I was allowing just what I could handle in with each thrust. His light moans were like ecstasy to my body, courtesy of the mark. He had wrapped his hand into my hair, guiding me with each movement in rhythm.

  I had gotten to the point where I had allowed almost all of his length in my throat only breathing as he pulled out, and I could feel him pulsing with each movement.

  “Just like that” he moaned, I could tell he was getting close. I didn't stop, I kept moving in rhythm with him, using my free hand to pinch his nipples.

  Within a few seconds of this gesture I felt him contract and his body started to spasm. He moaned my name at his release which sent lightning through me as I swallowed and let him ride the entire orgasm out on his own terms. He slowly moved in and out of my mouth a few more times while pushing the rest of his seed out.

  Once he was finished he pulled me up to lay with him, my head on his chest, his arm around me. I was content in our relationship, never having questioned his loyalty or love for me. Feeling lucky that I would never have to.

  He kissed the top of my head and traced his fingers along my shoulder and arm. I knew he wanted to ask me about the darkness, but he was keeping it to himself, trying to savor every last moment of ecstasy we had. But it was time. I needed to tell him what was going on.

  I never should have allowed myself to get to this point with the darkness in the first place, and now it was time to open up, and get help. I was sure as hell going to need it. “Raziel” I said softly as I attempted to sit up.

  He put his finger to my lips, silencing me. We locked eyes and I could see the understanding in his eyes. He knew we needed to talk about this but he didn’t want to ruin the moment.

  I smiled and layed back on his shoulder. Just another minute wouldn't hurt, right? But I ended up falling into a deep sleep.

  Chapter 51

  I found myself floating on top of a cloud of black smoke, just like I had before. This time was different though, I wasn’t me, I was someone else, watching me. I looked like a dark goddess, dressed in a long flowing black and silver dress with slits on both sides up to mid thigh.

  The top was sleeveless but low cut showing off my cleavage in an extremely flattering way. I had a crown on, that looked as if it were made from the darkness itself and my silver hair was pin straight, how I always wear it.

  My makeup was on point, a dark smokey eye with a winged liner look and black lipstick. I was holding a staff with a giant black obsidian ball on the end which had black flames burning on it.

  I looked fucking enchanting, powerful, magical and equally terrifying. I was commanding an army of what looked like new vampires? I couldn’t really tell, but they were all lined up in rows. There were hundreds of them and they were chanting my name in a smooth perfect rhythm.

  Raziel materialized by my side, he kissed my hand and bowed to me. I was surprised at his gesture, why would he bow to me? It was as if I were the queen of the underworld, and everyone else were slaves to me.

  He then stood not at my side, but behind me and off to the side. He stood at attention as if waiting for me to call him forward. I would never put him behind me, or below me. We are equals, he is my partner.

  I was so appalled at this dark me. How could I do this? Why would I do this? Then I slammed my staff to the ground making the loudest explosion sound and shooting black flames everywhere. It sounded like a bomb just went off, it echoed across the entire room.

  Instantly every one of those new vampires split into groups as if they knew exactly where to go and what to do when they heard that sound. There were about 10 per group, at least 150 groups if I were to guess.

  I held my hand out to Raziel, he took it and locked eyes with me. They were speaking without speaking out loud, using the mind link no doubt. Still one of my Reaver powers I couldn’t seem to connect to, I still couldn’t hear anyones wolf or mind links. So I had no idea what they were saying, but then he disappeared, and I, with a wave of my hand, sent the vampires out.

  I watched as they all scrambled to leave the area in their groups. I had no idea where they were going but it looked like they were prepared for something.

  It flashed to another scene, I was floating above an open area, possibly a field? Below me was an all out fight to the death type war, vampires vs wolves. They were tearing each other to complete shreds. Blood flying everywhere as limbs were torn off, and throats were bitten out.

  I didn’t even seem to notice or care that they were murdering each other. I was just there, admiring my work as if it were any regular day. It looked like the field was on fire in multiple places, and there were ruins as well that were partially on fire.

  It may not have been a field, but maybe a pack? T
hose ruins may have once been homes? Dead bodies littered the floor, and no matter where I looked the dead were piling. All of them had a cold look on their lifeless faces. Eyes wide open and seeing to stare through my soul as if they knew I were actually there.

  It seemed as if I wanted them to kill each other though, like maybe I even pitted them against each other in order to eradicate the two species.

  It flashed to another scene, I was in a dungeon this time. Raphael was chained to the wall. That part I didn’t mind, but you could tell he was starving. He was so skinny and lifeless looking.

  His dark hair was messy and dirty, I could see his ribcage through his shirt, and he looked as if he hadn't eaten in a very long time. The look in his silver eyes when he looked up and locked eyes with me was a look of terror and surrender. His mind had given up long ago, but his body wasn't quite done yet. Why was I keeping him here? I mean I understand I'm upset and I want him to pay for what he did, pay for all this pain he caused me, but to keep him prisoner and starve him? How could I consciously treat someone like that?

  I was so shocked at what I was seeing I must have screamed because I had shot up out of bed and within seconds Raziel was at my side. I was breathing heavily and my heart was pounding 1,000 miles per hour. All I could think of was the darkness and how it had consumed me when I was fighting Alpha Drake.

  It had literally taken over and I had to fight like hell to stop it. “Are you ok?” Raziel said while holding me in his arms. I didn’t even hear him. I was so torn. Was this a vision? Was this what would happen if I were to succumb completely to the darkness? I wouldn’t let it in again, I couldn’t. I would keep fighting and I wouldn’t let that scene come to pass. I am stronger than the darkness, I can continue to resist. No, I would continue to resist.

  I promised Raziel no more secrets, so once I calmed down I explained to him everything from my dream. I wasn't sure what he was thinking, but I could definitely tell that he was worried.

  I knew he had been contacting his covens to see if anyone had ever dealt with the darkness, or had any information at all. He was determined to help me fight it, but I knew deep down that I was the only one who could do that. I was really wishing Wynter were here right about now. The silence in my mind now with the darkness gone too, was driving me mad.

  I felt the familiar icy warmth washing over me, I fought to push it away. “I don't want you, I don't need you, go!” I yelled internally. The truth is, it was extremely hard to fight it, and I felt so much better with it here.

  It felt like I could do anything! Then I remembered the dream, and I remembered why I was fighting it.

  But to be honest, it was getting harder and harder to contain.

  Chapter 52

  (Raphael)

  It had been about a month since the darkness had made its presence known to me. Losing the ashes of my mate, Roxy, had hit me harder than I expected. I found myself wallowing in a pit of despair, seeming like it would never end on more than one occasion since the trade.

  The fact that I didn’t even get the prize I gave so much up to get was also a blow, leaving me writhing in pain and agony trying to fill a void that was my own fault to begin with.

  The darkness was there to help fill the void, it was an icy warmth that washed over me like a blanket, soothing my ailments. I had rarely left my home since the whole Rayne situation, and I didn't really plan on leaving anytime soon.

  I didn't need to be outside around people dealing with my bullshit anyways. I had no idea what the darkness was or where it came from, but I was grateful for its comfort. I can’t say the same for Axel, he hates the darkness because it pushes him to the back of my mind so It can be in the forefront. Without Axel I am alone, and when the darkness started to speak to me, I felt more comfort in his absence.

  He tries to break through once in a while. I can feel him fighting the darkness to get his spot back in my mind, but it never lasts long. I am helpless to let him back in, if the darkness doesn’t want him there then he will not be there.

  It’s just too powerful to overcome, even for a Reaver. I’m aware this is not a good situation to be in, but the pain and agony I've been dealing with is a lot worse. All the darkness has done for me so far is help me, so how can it be that bad?

  My thoughts regarding the darkness were always a jumble. I sat in my newly finished reading nook and snapped to produce a book with a silver spine, snapped again to produce myself a drink which turned silver the second I touched it.

  A twinge of pain ran through my chest as I recalled when I sat here with my beautiful Rayne and we read together. I recalled the wonder and surprise on her face when she saw my room, before she knew she was dreamwalking or that she was even a Reaver.

  Her perfect smile and gorgeous silver flowing hair. Just the thought of her had me spiraling back into an endless void of agony and pain. Then the darkness came and washed its icy warmth along my skin, caressing my every nerve and filling the void.

  The darkness gave me a false sense of security, and power that I reveled in. It was infinitely better than the sorrow and pain I had been dealing with previously.

  “You shouldn’t give up so easily on Rayne” The darkness purred. It’s voice was like music to my ears, “She is with my brother, marked by him no doubt, and what would be the point in trying to take her anyways? Forcing her to love me would be pointless, I want her to love me on her own.” I said back with a scoff.

  I knew the effects of the mark were much more powerful when there were already feelings there. I remember what it was like with Roxy, The bond ws so strong it almost drove us both mad honestly, and we gave in to it every chance we got. I wanted that again.

  I could have any plaything I wanted and mark them but the sparks just weren’t what I was looking for. I wanted real, I wanted more, I wanted Rayne.

  “Then take her” the darkness said. “Didn’t we just go over this?” I huffed back as I downed my drink in one gulp and set the glass on my side table. “All you have to do is let me in, I can help you...We can get her back and she will fall in love with you on her own accord. Keep her long enough and she will come around.” The darkness purred back.

  “With our power, she will not be able to resist for long.” It said. I felt the icy Warmth wash over me, and suddenly you know what? The darkness actually had a pretty good plan. Take Rayne and keep her hostage with me. Eventually she would come around, she would have to. I would be the only person she would interact with for however long it took to get her to fall for me. I would shower her with love and gifts, letting her do as she pleased so long as she stayed within the boundaries I have set.

  I would have to make her stay of course, with magic. But eventually she would get over my brother, and I would be here to pick up the pieces of her heart. She would have to love me after that.

  I don’t care if it takes another century, she would eventually come around. Why hadn’t I thought of this before? What a great plan. The darkness always had good ideas, this topping them all so far though.

  I thought for a moment that I could hear Axel trying to break through. But the moment passed quickly. “I accept your offer” I said to the darkness. Within an instant I had fallen from the chair to my knees, the book I was holding clattered as it hit the floor.

  I felt as if I were about to pass out. Then suddenly I was floating in the air upon what looked to be a cloud of black smoke. I felt powerful, I felt strong, like a god even. I could feel a raw primal type of energy coursing through my veins, almost like a thunderstorm waiting to be unleashed.

  I put both of my hands palms up and produced black fireballs. They were coursing with dark energy, begging to be used, taunting me to just destroy something.

  I dissipated them but it felt as if they were ready to return at any given moment. I was reeling in this newfound feeling of glory and power.

  Then my eyes fluttered open, and I was laying on the floor. So I had passed out, but the feeling of power and energy coursing through my body li
ke a dam that had broken, remained.

  I stood up to find that I wasn't standing at all, I was floating just above the floor on a cloud of black smoke. I glided rather than stepped and just that small fact had me reeling with a primal need to go out and take what was mine. Rayne.