Novel & Cerita Raiden Fanart

“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.”

All Lysithea saw in the grin was a cold, merciless void. She had known Raiden long and well enough that she could tell just how murderous his intentions were from the width of his smile. Even within an elite organization like Sicut In Caelo, Raiden was a powerhouse. He was up there with their strongest fighters, his capabilities only eclipsed by the untouchable Saint and Ezra. Worse, as the years passed, something about Raiden’s overall countenance had taken a dark turn into the unsettling and impenetrable. Being around him always felt distressful…or even suffocating.

Greetings to all my wonderful readers! As you've likely noticed, I have actual artwork of my characters for the cover of my book now. This was a commission I paid for from a very dear artist friend by the name of Rydi on DeviantART also known as lucia-garcia on ArtCorgi. We've known each other for a long time now, and I was super happy she gave me permission to use the old commissions in this way, so if you like her style, feel free to check her out.

Rayden wore a similar expression. Rayden was tall, with big, dark brown eyes, and black hair that glinted blue in the light, and his perfect teeth were white as pearls. He was slim, but covered in exotic tattoos, and girls in the pack admired his high cheekbones and fit frame. When I first arrived here five years ago, Rayden had been a young man of sixteen. Now he was all grown up, and it likely wouldn’t be long until he took his father’s place as Alpha of the Wild Crawlers.

Raven laughed and said, "I do not want to be your enemy. This is perfect, Ayra. Your fans would blow this shit up, and I trust them to do a perfect job painting you well, but absolutely bashing the rest. Ayrians are scary." My fan base has been with me from the start of my career. Honestly, I’m grateful for them, and I try to do surprises for them when I can. Also, anonymous donations to help them with personal problems. "They are, and I love them exactly the way they are," I said fondly. "So it’s settled then. Do this, and let’s see the response it gets." Raven nodded as she drove me back to my new apartment. ****** It’s been three days of online chaos. Three glorious, exhausting, popcorn-w

He settles on the blanket, stretching out beside me and angling his body toward me as he propped himself on his elbow. He stares at me intently. " I'm in your head again," he commented with a curved smile. I rolled my eyes and attempted to conceal the fact that he was absolutely right. " You wish," I scowled. Raiden doesn't say a word, only stares at me deeply. I feel instantly bare under his gaze, and with the way his eyes held mine, like he could see right through me...how could I not feel so naked under his stare? I move my eyes off his face, overwhelmed by what a stare can do to me. However, when I do, Raiden surprises me when he reaches up and softly rubs the skin between my eyebrows. "

He settles on the blanket, stretching out beside me and angling his body toward me as he propped himself on his elbow. He stares at me intently. " I'm in your head again," he commented with a curved smile. I rolled my eyes and attempted to conceal the fact that he was absolutely right. " You wish," I scowled. Raiden doesn't say a word, only stares at me deeply. I feel instantly bare under his gaze, and with the way his eyes held mine, like he could see right through me...how could I not feel so naked under his stare? I move my eyes off his face, overwhelmed by what a stare can do to me. However, when I do, Raiden surprises me when he reaches up and softly rubs the skin between my eyebrows. "

Raiden said, “Some overconfident brat. You’re here to kill me, right? Just like how I beheaded Hannibal in the past? Tell me, how do you find this place? What year is it now? Does Wyvern Peak still exist?” Raiden tossed out a series of questions. When he was done, his gaze landed on Gloria who was lying on the ground. There was surprise and puzzlement in his expression. “Gloria? Why is she here?” “You know her?” Adrian asked. Raiden looked toward Adrian and said, “Yes, I know her. She’s one of my subordinates. Tell me, how many years has it been?” Adrian said, “Five years.” “Five…Five years?” Raiden inhaled a deep breath. “I didn’t expect to sleep for five years. Had you two not come and awa

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.