Mkx Raiden Novels & Stories

His life or death would be decided right now. Raiden said calmly, "Speak. How exactly did we lose Abyss City? You had two martial gods defending the city. Inside, we had family garrison troops. I simply can't imagine how things ended up like this." Garal's voice shook. "Your Excellency!" Before he could say more, a sharp explosion echoed through the hall. Raiden had crushed the crystal in his hand with his bare fingers. This crystal was Raiden's token, specifically used for transmitting orders. Yet, at this moment, everyone could see that Raiden was only calm on the surface. In reality, his rage was burning sky-high; his anger threatened to explode.

Ren looked at the speaker. It was Jinx. Her avatar was a sleek, cyber-ninja construct. She wore matte-black stealth plating, a hood pulled low over a digital mask that displayed a shifting neon smiley face. Currently, the face was rolling its eyes. Twin monofilament katanas were strapped to her back. "Relax, Jinx," the second figure rumbled. "The man’s got a life." This was Tank.

The four of us stand up when five extremely large men walk in. “I am Kaden, and this is my cousin Alek. These two here are Brent and Lance.” I say. “Hey, I am Curtis, and this is Venom,” Curtis says. “I am Quade, and this is Zion. I am assuming you know Chaos.” Quade states.

Beside her stood Ivander Gale, the Wind Seeker, his calm demeanor betraying the hurricane-like powers he could summon at will. To Elysia's right was Raiden Stormcaller, a master of lightning and thunder, whose electric presence crackled with power. The lightning tattoos on his arms seemed to pulse, hinting at the destructive energy he could unleash. Standing next to Raiden was Mira Watersong, known for her water-based abilities and the tranquil aura she carried—deceptively so, for she could flood a battlefield in moments.

Raiden I’ve always been insecure about my small dick. Being mated to an Omega whose dick is bigger than mine is rather embarrassing, but when Miguel growls that feral sound and his eyes flash red my vision goes white and I swear I am blind until a small thing comes into focus. It’s a pixie with a huge cock.

She knew who I was, and if I let her speak, she might damage my reputation, and my mission would then be incomplete. “Noooooo!!!” A growl enveloped the atmosphere. I turned to check, and to my surprise, Madona was in Kyle’s hand, red like liquid flowing out of her abdomen. A large scar had suddenly appeared from her shoulder to her abdomen, yet Ryu was quite far away from him. “Ryu!!!” He cried out loud. Ryu had a smirk on his face, his sword held in a diagonal position before his chest. He wasn’t taking any battle stance, nor was he prepared to take on Kyle, who was crying his eyes out as he stared at dying Madonna.

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.

At the age of twelve, Raiden entered the training ground to become a hunter. He wanted to dedicate his life to protecting everybody in the village. He knew that he was adopted, but he had no recollection of his biological parents. He had witnessed several killings and werewolf attacks at a young age. He aims to completely get rid of the werewolves before he enters into a family affair. He was looking into creating a family with his crush, Harriet. She was an adopted daughter of his mother's sister. They are not blood-related, but they are too close to each other.

Hold that thought. You didn't see anything, did you? "Damn, this chick can fight!" Rey whistles, his eyes raking Ava's body intently. I dart an icy, chilling glare at Rey who chuckles and glances over at Pres, also holding his laughter back while I pin them both with my deadly, dangerously threatening gaze. "Your mate, your mate! My bad," Rey remarks, holding his hands up in defeat. I roll my eyes and turn my attention back to the ongoing fight.

The end of its handle could also be used as a weapon for killing, designed like a small dagger. Raiden’s slingshot became different from what it was before. Its handle was designed as a brass knuckle that he could also use for a fistfight, although Raiden wasn't the type of guy to fight fist to fist. Its handle was made of black metal with emerald spikes and black glossy rubber. He was also given a quiver with endless emerald ammo. These upgrades satisfied both of them. It also made them feel as if they could defeat anyone by using this upgraded weapon made by a great and trustworthy person like Mr. Napoleon.