Raiden Fanart Novels & Stories

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.

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.

“So far you haven’t given me any solid reason why I should not accept this alliance, but something also feels off to me about it and I haven't been able to place my hand on it.” He pauses and leans back in his chair. I can’t help the way my body takes notice of his well built form. Raiden has a way of moving that makes me think of a leopard. His arms have thin lines of scars running over the prominent veins yet it seems every inch of him is built with muscle. ”I need something more than just an uncomfortable feeling to not agree to this alliance. My pack needs it as well as I do, so here’s what’s going to happen.”

Osric answers while sitting on the edge of the lounge near Raven’s head making her smile. “How are you doing? It’s a big tattoo, you hurting yet?” I question, looking down at her hip to see the raven in red ink at the top of her hip taking up almost her entire thigh. The tattoo is very cool, the Raven is in a defensive attack position and made of knots like you would see in old Norse temples. “Enjoying talking to these guys, and getting to know Ares a bit better, it stings when it’s right over the bone but not bad,” Raven admits while looking down at the tattoo gun pressing against her skin, as Ares works on the dark red outline.

Raiden nodded weakly, his body trembling. I straightened, pulling the iPad from my coat and holding it up for them to see. The image of the girl filled the screen, her face etched into my mind like a brand. “This is the girl,” I said coldly. “Tell me—does she look familiar?” Raiden’s eyes widened as he stared at the screen. “She… she looks like…” His voice trailed off, his expression one of shock and confusion. “She looks like Seraphine,” he murmured, almost to himself.

"Ok, Raiden! As it’s the first question I’ll go easy on you, favourite colour?" "I always thought it was blue, but then one day I realised there is a shade of grey that is the most beautiful that I’ve ever seen." He smiled, his eyes fixed on mine, and I don’t think anyone needed him to explain what he meant. I felt Theon’s irritation, as the other two stared at me. "Nice… Um, ok, your turn, spin the bottle!" Charlene said quickly, glancing at Theon. Raiden smirked as he spun it. It landed on Theon and his smile only grew.

I look at his sister, Riley, with evidence of doodles up and down her arms. I wrap my hand around my mouth to stop myself from cursing and laughing all at the same time. Raina doesn’t do tattoos, but she loves drawing them, especially for the marketing campaigns she puts together for tattoo shops across the tri-state area. She’s become a marketing guru and loves it. I let out a sigh, scooping down to pick Reagan up from his chair. “Hey bud, it’s not nice to use Mommy’s things without asking, right?” “But, Dadda, Ryeee says she want a tattoo. Look I make it pretty like Mommy,” he says pointing to his sister’s doodles. It looks like a Picasso painting crawling up her arm.

They instead replaced them with the colors of the Ravens - a matte black with hues of blues and greens and purple under the right angles. All of them still had the shield and machine pistol combo, except Raijin had an Unranked Multi-beam Plasmacutter on her shoulder. It was purely utilitarian and industrial in nature, but she wasn’t there to fight in the first place. Max on the other hand, had a C-ranked Ragnarok Armaments Grenade Launcher. It was simple, effective, and devastating. “Want us to bring down the pain?” asked T-Rex. “‘Coz we can. And we want to. Nothing crazy.”