Raiden Fanart Novels & Stories

Zephyrus was really a crazy man, that was why Raiden was threatened, he threw a big branch of tree at him, causing him to shut his mouth, he dodged to avoid hitting his body. How would Riaden be part of the conversation? Even the excluded person in the topic made Zephyrus in. "I am just kidding. Chill!" King Wind raised his open palm. "But I found it real!" He was laughing when he ran away from Raiden. Raiden just glared at him while watching his figure away from us. It was obvious that he was annoyed by how Zephyrus teased him. Well… if you were going to ask me if Raiden was attractive to that girl. I would say 'yes.' He wrapped his arms on her shoulder. I could not see the 'respect woman'

“Why not late, when the stars are out and the moon is the brightest?” Ren takes a moment to answer, as if he doesn’t want to say. “I like to watch the stars appear. The wink and twinkle, as if they know I’m watching and want to make a show. And it’s before the Pack’s lights turn off for the night. I can look at the lights coming from the homes and try feel connected to my people.” I draw my knees up to my chest. No one feels close to Ren. Some spin fables that they have met him, or are great friends with him. But all these accounts seem to be false, from what I’ve noticed.

She wasn’t wrong. Still, I refused to sit there and fall apart. Crying wouldn’t help him. Panicking wouldn’t either. So I inhaled slowly, forcing calm into my lungs, and leaned closer. Up close, Raiden looked unreal. His sharp jawline was relaxed in sleep, his lashes dark against his skin. His lips—gods, his lips—were slightly parted, soft despite the power I knew they held. Everything about his face was unfairly perfect, like the moon itself had taken its time sculpting him.

So, in a situation where both parties were willing, they soon arrived in the most luxurious room at Goldmoor. Gina finished taking a shower and lay in bed, waiting for her benefactor to visit her tonight. Raiden, who emerged from the bathroom, was bare-chested and had a white towel wrapped around his lower body. Water droplets, accompanied by a mist, dripped down from the tips of his dark brown hair, exuding a subtle allure. Raiden could be considered one of the most handsome guys, especially with those affectionate peach blossom eyes. Raiden picked up a towel and casually wiped his damp hair, looking at the woman on the bed, who was holding a blanket with peach blossom eyes shining with a w

I opened my mouth to say something, anything but Raiden just lifted a lazy hand and waved at me, his steps wobbling. “Hey, North. I promise I’m not drunk, I’m artistically unstable.” He chuckled, swaying slightly. “You’re drunk,” Finn corrected. “I’m medium-well drunk.” Raiden grinned again, then leaned closer to Finn and whispered, though it was loud enough for me to hear, even though he probably thought he was being subtle. “Be nice, she made you dinner.” I blinked in surprise while Finn stiffened. Raiden patted his chest with all the coordination of a toddler. “I’m gonna go now before I fall asleep on your couch and you hit me with something.”

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.

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.

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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. "