Raiden Fanart Novels & Stories

" I paint vigorously as the song plays. I'm desperately trying to get the image out of my mind onto the canvas. My brush travels across his chiseled jawline. My colors hold his textured blonde color in a lock of hair that hung in his face while the rest was pulled back. My shadows play with the rippled muscles under his shirt. I let the music inspire me as I paint the pale blue eyes staring at me. His tanned skin looks almost like I could reach in and feel it. The image in my mind comes alive in the painting. My painting. "Bastian." I whisper as I add tiny dances of light to his face. "Oh, that's lovely." I whip around and my mom is standing. I huff out a breath. "You scared me." She giggles

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.”

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).

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.

The Female teacher asked. "Raiden," He replied. "Your full name?" She asked, checking her wristwatch. "Raiden Richard Walker" He replied. "What's your seat number ??" "089" He replied. "Oh you are sitting with Cameron and Tyler '' She replied, pointing her index finger at the third row at the window side. Cameron waved his hand for Raiden to get the right seat the teacher was trying to show him. "Don't you see he's handsome Kimberly" Shannon giggled.

He asks. “I’d say so…maybe we can take weredragons and sirens along with them?” Daniel suggests. Azraiel nods. “There is no way of getting it right like this. Vampires, weredragons and sirens will have to do.” “Let me prepare the Royal Army!” Daniel says and leaves the room to make a call. Azraiel dials a number even though he knows he can mindlink her. “Ayleen…Can you come to my office?” Azraiel tries his damn best to not let the helplessness seep into his voice.

He said, I nodded. “Does Raiden have friends?” I asked and he chuckled. “None that I know of, why do you ask?” He asked and I nodded my head no. “What about Ivory? Isn’t she his friend?” I said and he laughed. “Ivory? No, Raiden knows he doesn’t love her. Ivory is Emma’s cousin and well, I guess he feels happy around her because she remind him about Emma,” He said, I took in a deep breath. “Oh!” I said and he smiled.

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

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.

Thus, he painted on a blank canvas. Yet this time, Vince didn’t expect that he would paint Raiver. Vince’s eyes slowly widened as he stared at the painting in disbelief. It was not really Raina, but Raiver Midton. The long brown hair that Vince would paint became short, and the delicate facial features became sharper and more prominent.