Dark Raiden Mortal Kombat Novels & Stories

Raiden failed to understand that reality because despite my efforts to keep distance between us, he kept moving closer and the second my back hit the rough bark of one of the trees surrounding us, I chose to fight my way out of here. “I’ve changed, Aurelia. I’ll keep working–” Raiden began, standing right in front of me. But I didn't want to hear any more of his lies. I balled my fist as tight as I could and drove it towards my target– His lying mouth. I missed a little as my fist hit closer to his jaw. Pain shot through my knuckles but heck was it satisfying to punch the famous Alpha Raiden of dark moon pack… As a matter of fact, it was addicting and I could see myself doing it again and ag

It could tear anyone apart. "After that attack, Azraiel became the Alpha, Matt the Beta, I the Gamma and Kira the Head warrior. We all threw ourselves in our new responsibilities to forget the pain lingering in our chests. Kira's father had a hard recovery but just within a year of this attack, he was diagnosed with cancer. Kira submerged herself in her duties while her mother devoted everything to save her mate." Theo glanced up at the sky and closed his eyes for a moment. "We lost her father after two years."

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

“I have no hands in your dirty plans, I’m no part of this.” Maddox’s lips curled. “I should rip your heart out for this, you know.” “You could try.” A beat. Then— Maddox moved. Raiden barely dodged. His father’s claws sliced through the air where his throat had been just seconds ago. Raideb countered, swinging his leg in a sharp kick, aiming for Maddox’s ribs. Maddox caught his foot. Before Raiden could react, Maddox twisted his leg, throwing him off balance.

After sending the gift to his mother down in the dungeons, Raiden watched as Guntha’s body was being dragged away by some broad-shouldered guards. “Uncle, I’m so glad to be with you again.” Raiden grabbed onto Seti’s shoulders and then turned to Agneta. “Cousin, you were always there for me, I will make you my right-hand man. You will ride with me into battle and we shall come out victorious!” He shouted, holding up his father’s sword that was his father’s before him and so forth. It was named Humkai in their language, Acktorian, meaning bringer of death. It was much broader than normal swords with gold lining that had diamonds and pearls encrusted on the handle. Raiden helped his uncle and

“If it’s too much just say the word or Suzie and I will put a stop to him.” She shook her head, “I can handle it.” “You shouldn’t. You know. If, -“ “What shouldn’t out little Mouse do?” Raiden came out of nowhere, smelling like sweat and blood. His shirt was sticking to his chest with either sweat or blood, or both. “Couldn’t you have showered first?” I asked. “Who did you kill?” Raiden laughed, “no one, it isn’t allowed sadly. But I did have a really great sparing match with that dick, Dylan. But I can take it off if it bothers you…”

He growled as he went after Jason. Amaira who panted hard just as Damien trapped her to the floor, saw Jason getting attacked by Raiden and fury consumed her and she kicked Damien back who flew up in the air and landed heavily on the ground. She shot Raiden with her staff and watched as Raiden fell to the ground, on his knees, blood spewing out his mouth as he stared up at Jason who smirked at him just before he gracefully shot out his leg and Raiden found himself on the floor, blood spewing from his mouth.

“And no, it wasn’t Max. He meant to intervene but turns out he didn’t need to. Should I tell you all why? Or do you already know?” “Stop!” My mother strictly said. This is how she sounded when she berated us. Kent’s smile grew further up his cheeks. He looked at me, then came closer to examine me. His dark eyes followed my body, up and down. “Plain. Simple. Nothing extraordinary about her. Nothing like Marianna.” He stopped in front of me, his eyes reading mine. He searched for a few seconds, not sure what he was looking for, but I was being taken by their color. They weren’t fully black. It was almost like they had a hue of red in them. This was the first time I had seen a werewolves—a male

is what the organization called him because of the number of impossible missions he has accomplished. When he finished bathing and getting dressed, he went to his secret armory. It was a bedroom inside his bedroom, it was inside the wardrobe hidden here a safe the size of a bedroom. In this room of his are all kinds of guns, blades, and other improvisations that he uses for his missions. In the middle of the armor, there is a large table, there are compartments and in each compartment has explosives like frag grenades, flash bang, and smoke grenades. There are also some different types of blades that he use. On the right side of the armory, there are the rifles M16, M4, AK47, AK74, Berreta A