Cyborg Raiden Novels & Stories

"I've used every method available. That Ivory Seraph is nothing more than a broken shell now, with no use left. And based on her description, I'm 90% certain that the one who stole the holy light power is the same man who killed Marshall." Raiden snorted. "You've let this unknown Holtrien succeed twice in a row. Cyril, you're making me very angry, understand? I can understand if it were some powerful figures from the Dark Trinity. But this pest killed Marshall and came out on top in the Wraith Graveyard. I have to question your competence!" Cold sweat immediately broke out on Cyril's forehead. Although he was a peerless martial god with unmatched strength, he was nothing in comparison to Rai

a voice hissed from the shadows. Five men stepped out, blocking the path. They had glowing cybernetic eyes and metal arms. Street Cyborgs. "This is private property," the leader sneered, eyeing Aurora. "Passage f*e is... everything you have." Alex didn't stop typing on his wrist. "Kael, Mia. Remove the obstacle. Efficiently." "On it," Mia stepped forward. "Look at this little doll," the leader reached for Mia. SNAP. Mia grabbed his metal finger and bent it backward until the servo-motors whined and broke. She swept his legs, slamming his face into a puddle.

Now seeing her twin who is falling into the sin and the taboo of its sealed memory, can she save the one she needed to before the time runs out THE MYSTERIES JAIRA REN FERRIER Created by the shard of the original Flame Prince and Holder of the elemental Fire and Zodiac Leo, Raiden, she is a fragment of the heart of the prince that possesses the ability of the healing flame of white. She is the puppeteer, thus is granted the ability of necromancy which she binds with loyalty among the commandments as their commander and task to be the two-faced coin between the ‘YIN AND YANG’. Quiet and often being seen alone, she holds the key of the maiden's past and will lead the maiden into the truth and

Their eyes held an ancient quality, and power seemed to radiate from them like heat. Lycans. An ancient bloodline with abilities that regular werewolves didn't possess. The carriage stopped in front of the main palace entrance, where a group of people waited. All of them were strikingly beautiful, all of them radiated that same primal power. Bastian exited first, then turned to help Lyra down. As her feet touched the ground, she felt dozens of eyes assessing her, weighing her, judging her worth. "Everyone," Bastian said, his voice carrying easily despite the mask. "This is Luna Lyra, my honored guest. She will be staying with us for the coming month as part of a cultural exchange with Crest

You are either with us, or you are against us. She could see into Daniel's face, his features at war with his loyalty for her and his involvement with Kael. Here was her chance. She took a deep, preparatory breath, ready to step out and confront him, when suddenly from the bush right next to her, there was a sudden rustling. Her heart racing, she froze. Was that a rogue wolf? Or worse? She held her breath and listened intently. The noise grew louder; now she could make out someone moving in the shadows.

If the alpha was lost, so was the clan. "Keep fighting, Alpha!" Kelda, the pack's shaman screamed over the rising wind and the crack of lightning crossing the sky. Brodolf threw his head back and howled, the sound long, loud and dripping with pain. Suddenly, he felt a pop, weak as a soap bubble, but a sign that he had won this round. They had once again beaten back the berserker that lived within him. Slowly, his body righted itself until finally he was left lying on his side, naked and spent, upon the frozen ground. Kelda sat next to him, murmuring nonsense and stroking his hair, giving him what comfort she could until he recovered enough to sit up and wrap the blanket she held around his b

Majority of the campers are boys because game addiction is their thing – to be exact, Dungeon Raydens-addiction. Dungeon Raydens is a sandbox-style MMORPG that’s a one-stop-shop for a lot of things. Kate remembers that, when Ecto was still around (darn, it hurt to think that), they did almost everything there except PvP and the MOBA-esque Battle Royale end game, which Ecto abhorred for their violence.

His eyes were a flat, mechanical red. "Target... identified," Kaelor whispered. "Kaelor, no! It's me!" Aradaa stepped forward, his heart hammering against his ribs. Kaelor didn't hesitate. He lunged. His fist caught Aradaa in the stomach, sending him flying across the snow. Aradaa hit the ground hard, the air leaving his lungs in a sharp wheeze. The Cyber-Wolf Vladya landed beside Kaelor, its mechanical claws extending with a sharp, hydraulic hiss.

The other is controlled but sharp-edged with challenge. Raiden and Zion. My pace quickens instinctively, boots nearly silent against the damp stones as I round the corner toward the council building. The scene that greets me freezes the breath in my lungs. Raiden, standing in the torchlit courtyard, his powerful frame vibrating with barely leashed aggression. His eyes glow molten gold in the firelight, wolf rising close to the surface, visible in the lengthening of canines and the subtle shift of facial features toward something wilder, less.

When his transformation completed, he raised his head and let out an ear shattering roar. Outside, where the battle was still raging on, Ryder froze. That roar. He knew it. It had been years since he heard it, and it still sent chills down his spine every time. Kieran had transformed into his hybrid form. The whole of Ragnar's army were oblivious to the chaos approaching as they continued to battle. But the warriors of Nightshade knew, and they were ready. Ryder turned to Dom who was a few meters away. They both nodded and Dom's eyes fogged as he mind linked the other warriors.