Dark Raiden Mortal Kombat Novels & Stories

Dick said with a solemn expression, “I heard Raiden Storm is not someone to trifle with. He’s a perfect-class master fighter almost on par with Ezra. Now that he has come forward and challenged Sergeant Larson, I’m afraid Zayn faces a grim fate.” Worried, Liam said, “Indeed. Raiden Storm was called Godkiller back in the day, and how many skilled fighters did he kill? The things he did in those years were even more extraordinary than Sergeant Larson’s. If they were to engage in a battle, I think Sergeant Larson may not necessarily be Raiden’s match.”

Raiden took a step forward and glared at Adrian standing before him, his knuckles cracking loudly from his tightly-clenched fists. The two war legates of Wyvern Peak stared each other down. Raiden said, “You’re no match for me, Draco. I’m awake now, and Wyvern Peak shall return to me. If you dare to go against me, I’ll kill you.” Adrian did not step back. He mirrored Raiden’s posture and said indifferently, “I’ve always regarded you as a dead man.”

He had no choice but to side-step the sudden attack counter with a punch. Bang! Their fists crashed into each other, and Harvey could feel a numbness in his palm. Meanwhile, the opponent took a few steps back. The lightning arc extending from his palm kept on firing all around them, to the point his mask had been burned to ash. At this moment, Harvey could finally identify him. It was the mutant from Country A called Raiden, who was with Kyros back then. From the way he fought, aside from having been modified by Country A's genetic engineering, he must have trained in the Martial Arts from Country H.

Kimber stood by, watching the ensuing chaos in horror. “Dragon, I'll get you, all of you,” he screamed, as Nick and Adam held him down.But Madchen paid no attention, as she watched Drago turn a shade of blue, and foam at the mouth. “Drago!” She dropped to her knees, shaking him by the shoulders, but he didn’t respond. Instead, he stared up at the lights, seeming catatonic. His green eyes faded to a deep black, rolling to the back of his head.

"Don't call me that." He lunged again, but this time, I was prepared. I ducked, slid beneath his arm, and slammed my knee into his stomach. The impact knocked him backward, and I didn't hesitate. I snatched the dagger from my belt and pushed it on his throat before he could recover. Silence. Then Raiden clapped. "That's enough." I took a step back, breathing heavily and my heart hammering. Jarek wiped his mouth and grinned. "You sure you're not hiding an Alpha inside you?"

he said. Jake grinned. “I became Wrath in prison. Prison turned me into this. Before that, I was just a regular guy, going to college. Before prison, I’d never even had a parking ticket.” “Shit, Wrath … I didn’t know that.” “Not something I share with everyone. Rancid saved my ass, literally, from getting raped in the showers. After that, I was his shadow. I learned from him and that’s how I survived two more attacks. I spent a lot of time in solitary, but nobody ever caught me with a shiv in the lunch line. I killed five guys in prison like that, men that were going to come after us. The last fight was six months before I got out, Rancid died that day, instead of me. I came here because I f

It's perfect for me because even with his larger build and greater strength, I'm a worthy opponent in human form. Drakon heads to the center of the room with his back to the egg. I want him as far away from Pepper's son as possible. Drakon's silver eyes give away his intent a second before he charges in low. I leap over him and turn. My foot is up and I land a solid kick to his back which sends him toward Pepper.

A shadow surged forward, power rolling off it like thunder. Raiden stepped out of the wreckage. Not walking. Stalking. Feral-eyed. Breathing hard. Jaw clenched so tight it looked carved from stone. His aura crackled, dark and furious, making the air vibrate. He wasn’t the silent, controlled king I’d seen before. He looked like a storm given the shape of a man. His gaze locked on me instantly—wild, desperate—then snapped to Liora, blazing with a rage that could melt bone.

“I’m a fucking killer. A bloodthirsty maniac, Atalanta. Don’t you see? I’m just as bad as that doctor. Do you know I tortured him before I killed him? Do you know that I enjoyed it? I’m not a good guy.” I stood up, my feet on either side of Raiden’s thick legs so I could look him in the eye. Or even tower above him slightly, hoping it would make him take me seriously. “You’re not a monster. I know monsters. I’ve lived with monsters. So what? You enjoy killing or hurting people who deserve it. So what, you’re not perfect? Neither am I! I feel safest when I’m with you. I love every bit of you. Don’t you think I don’t know you enjoy killing?” “And you think that’s just fine? Maybe you’re as fuc

PYRO'S POV "Get ready to die!" Hali immediately attacked me. All of our brothers, his target was me. Just because I always win over him. I dodged in the side, climbed up the tree, and sat there comfortably. "Hali, the battle is not yet starting." "Abide the rules," Raiden said while looking at his arnis, examining the strokes of the trademark. The written letter was Lightning. "Get down! I will kill you!" Hali was gritting his teeth, looking up at me on the tree.