Raiden Fanart Novels & Stories

At our class reunion, my so-called best friend, Shannon Drew, pulled out a box stuffed with folded notes. A line was taped across the top— [Draw one of Mia Martinez's hopeless-romantic quotes.] The room burst out laughing. Someone pulled a love letter I'd written to Damien Byford senior year. "Damien smiled at me today. I want to give him all my tomorrows, too." Someone else grabbed one from college. "It's okay if he doesn't text back. He'll think of me when he's not busy." Damien had never replied to a single letter. I'd always figured he'd tossed them years ago. Then Shannon drew letter No. 99. Leaning against Damien, she laughed as she read, "If you ever decide you don't want m

I scanned the space until I spotted Raiden near the back, laughing comfortably in conversation with two people I didn’t recognize at first— As I approached, their names clicked into place. Ashton Harley. The iconic menswear designer. And his daughter, Rosa Harley—a painter I had seen at the Parisian gallery the night before. Raiden stood between them, laughing at something Rosa had just said. His body language was completely relaxed, hand gesturing animatedly, eyes bright. He didn’t even notice me until Rosa did. “The famous Florence Hart!” Rosa exclaimed the moment she saw me. Raiden turned, smiling. “Hey, there you are.” Rosa stepped forward, offering her hand. “I’ve heard so much about yo

As soon Amara responses he deepened the kiss. Both are hungry from one another. Raiden hand starts massaging her breast that made her crave for more. His hands make her crazy. “Ohh! R-raiden,” a moan escaped from her. Tila isang musika sa pandinig ni Raiden at mas lalo pang pinag-igi ang ginagawa, he even played the tip of her breast using his sinful tongue. Not thinking much his other hands roam her womanhood. He parted her thigh revealing her flesh.

“That sounds like an arts and crafts project.” I slowly turned my head toward him. “What exactly do you think you and Raiden spent eight hours doing?” Both of them looked at each other. Then back at me. “No,” Raiden said without hesitation. “That’s different,” Zayden agreed immediately. I raised an eyebrow. “Different? How?” I shook my head as I laughed. “We weren’t doing arts and crafts.” Raiden shook his head. “We were making the Royal Ribbon.” “There’s a difference.” I rolled my eyes.

We have a room made of cotton candy. Frankly, nobody cared what was created in Larefirus. Larefirus was beauty, art, science, discovery, love, peace, novelty, and truth. It was infinite, accessible, and alive. (I believe you now understand the beginning, and now I can tell you the story of Rademos as it were, a unique creation, the first of his kind as well, the one that merged all of Savior’s design into one being and which was why the Lycans believed that he would bring about the end of time).

Aaron justified his statement by moving his hand in the air making random gestures. Raiden sighed in defeat. It had always been like that. Every time they got together, Aaron and Jessica would team up against him and Blair. Though he acted annoyed, he secretly enjoyed it because he always got to have Blair by his side. Blair felt grateful towards Raiden for his thoughtful action. He never failed to seem perfect in her eyes. His handsome, prince like visuals, responsible nature, dominant aura and sexy brain, everything was just so attractive. She always felt happy being around him. Just a thought of him could release a rush of butterflies all over her body.

The raiders' flag was dyed black with a white triangle as the background of the gray skull at the center. They were planted on top of the armored nuclear cannons, a destructive vehicle that has been torturing them under fire for a while now. If those weapons continue for a few more hours, then the entire village will be wiped out with no survivors.

"Well you see, I was 15 when I found out who my mate was. He's older than me and he told me that I'm his mate and the reason why I had always been attracted to him was finally clear. I couldn't wait to finally grow up so we could be together. Raiden on the other hand has been a friend of mine since childhood, well, more like an acquaintance since I wasn't that much close with him and spent time with him due to formality. Raiden is the Prince of the Crimson Cross Pack, his parents are my mum's relatives so he would come to our Pack often. He's always been vain, even as a child so we rarely got along but Raiden developed an obsession over me. He said I was the only girl who refused to fall for

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.

Cindy scoffed. "But you heard his name," Hannah asked. "Yes" "What's his name ?" Sharon asked. "Raiden ... Raiden. I don't remember" she groaned. "His name is Raiden Richard Walker. Kimberly this newbie is handsome, he's too attractive for a guy and his pink lips" Shannon praised, finding herself touching her breasts. "Why are my friends praising this guy so much?" She thought. "Where is his seat?" She asked. "He's sitting between Cameron and Tyler," Her four friends replied at once.