Raiden Fanart Novels & Stories

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

Now seeing her twin who is falling into the sin and the taboo of its sealed memory, can she save the one she needed to before the time runs out THE MYSTERIES JAIRA REN FERRIER Created by the shard of the original Flame Prince and Holder of the elemental Fire and Zodiac Leo, Raiden, she is a fragment of the heart of the prince that possesses the ability of the healing flame of white. She is the puppeteer, thus is granted the ability of necromancy which she binds with loyalty among the commandments as their commander and task to be the two-faced coin between the ‘YIN AND YANG’. Quiet and often being seen alone, she holds the key of the maiden's past and will lead the maiden into the truth and

Raiden laughed, “no one, it isn’t allowed sadly. But I did have a really great sparing match with that dick, Dylan. But I can take it off if it bothers you…” He took his shirt off and Atalanta stopped moving to stare at my best friend. Something inside me screamed why doesn’t she look at me like that, but I pushed the green eyed monster down. First of all, I am not interested in Atalanta. And secondly, a lot of girls look at Raiden that way. He’s an alpha man and even I can appreciate the way he looks.

Raiden I wake up and look around me. My mates are all around me and Draknar is sitting on a chair watching over us as he leisurely sips a glass of what looks like wine but I know is blood. “Aren’t you a tasty Fae?” Draknar hums. “You are the first hybrid Werewolf/Chimera Fae I have met. In some time. I have met other kinds of Fae that have bred with werewolves, but your kind is rare.”