Femboy Raiden Novels & Stories

He thinks about himself and only himself all the time but is nice to most people. Did someone come to mind, because I know one did for me. There's this one fuckboy at my school, Connor Owens, and he's probably the hottest guy in my grade. At least that's what all the girls think. He's tall, has brown hair, tanned skin, and the most mesmerizing bluish-green eyes. He's a really fun person to be around, and he's a pretty smart guy. We're in all the AP classes together.

She truly means it. "Hey..." Rayne's sweet voice catches my attention, making me look at her. I walk over to her and she surprises me by taking my hand and placing a ring on my finger. "That was my dad's... it's yours now," she speaks through the tears that roll down her pink cheeks. I softly bring her close to me by placing my hand on the small of her back and pulling her towards me. I bend down and kiss her lips, trying to satisfy my need for their sweet taste. I tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear. Her hair is shorter now, it no longer reaches her waist as it used to, it's just below her shoulders. She had to cut it because we needed to shield our army. I can feel her hot tears as th

Riley asked no one in particular. "I knew you will do this, that's why I asked you crew members to give me a mic" Raiden said and almost immediately the stage light shine brightly on his face. He stood up and keep coming down to the stage stairs. "Have always keep myself from social media. But I think it's high time I show my face." Raiden said and loud screams could be heard especially from girls. "It's pointless screaming. I have a girlfriend" Raiden said and everyone burst into a round of laughter.

Before I could answer, Raiden suddenly lifted his phone. His expression turned serious. “Look at this.” Both Zayden and I looked over. Raiden turned the screen toward us. “Her fight finally appeared.” My stomach tightened immediately. Minutes passed before anybody spoke. Then Raiden pointed to the name. “And just like I suspected.” His eyes lifted to mine. “You’re fighting Carl from the Moon Water Pack.”

I smiled as I walked toward the training ground, each step deliberate and confident. The crowd parted before me, their whispers following in my wake. My voice cut through their murmurs, firm and unwavering. "I'm here for the Gamma selection. I haven't even taken the stage yet, so how is Victoria already the Gamma?" The pack members exchanged glances, uncertain how to respond. Victoria, still in her enhanced Gamma form, shifted back to human and quickly dressed in the robe provided to her. Her previous smugness was replaced with calculated caution.

Gaven nudged Raiden on his shoulder, Raiden rolled his eyes. "I'll see you both later, dinner will be ready soon, I know Raiden's favorite, what's yours?" He asked. "I eat anything!" I said, he fist bumped me. "We are truly twins, I can't wait to teach you how to use your powers and unlock your demon." He said, I smiled, I was very excited. "I also have powers?" I asked and he nodded. "You're the crown Princess of Rumaisa, you sure have powers!" He said, Raiden stood right.

She found him pretty interesting and really wants to talk to him and if possible make friends with him. She don't know why but she feels like he could refill the emptiness her brother left in her heart, it won't be bad if she has a male friend for her male character, she is not yet interested in a boyfriend and doubts if she will ever be. She watched Kane try to avoid ladies as much as possible and shared toast with some when necessary. He cut his cake which she saw he did with much difficulty and she knew that if given a single opportunity, he will be out of there. Well, guess she will be his knight in shiny armor and rescue the handsome in distress.

A teenage boy. "Amelia!" Raiden.

“Completely insane…” Her instincts screamed at her. If he continued like this, the next strike would obliterate him from within, shredding his organs to ash before his body even hit the ground. Without hesitation, Raiden descended, the storm parting briefly around her presence. She landed silently behind him, her glowing palm pressing against his back. Her thunder tattoos erupted with blinding light, lightning weaving into a shield—not to block heaven’s wrath, but to reinforce the boy’s failing body, protecting his organs while leaving his spirit exposed to the tribulation.