Raiden Makoto Novels & Stories

Rudima's eyes dilated, “Maduka? A spy? How can that be?” “It is still hard to believe,” The guard nodded, and even though he tried to conceal it with a sudden cough, Adaku could see the delight that was lingering in his eyes. Whatever be the reason, she was not ready to meddle with adult issues. After all, she still has to put on makeup properly if she wants to attend the moon party. Sitting down, she returned her attention to the water which was revealing her reflection poorly. “You said, spies,” The queen asked, “Who else was with him?”

“Then fight for them. Fight like your Alpha’s watching. Because he is. Because right now, he needs you. Everyone here needs you.” A boy, maybe sixteen, stepped forward, holding a silver dagger with shaking hands. “Luna, we’ll stand with you.” I reached for his shoulder and gave it a squeeze. “Then let them come.” The mist curled along the ceiling now. It pulsed with dark energy. And even though I was terrified, I didn’t step back. I stood tall. Luna. Mother. Mate. Warrior. I would not fall today. Not when the war had reached our doorstep. And not when we still had something worth saving. “Because right now, we are more than just ready for whatever it is to come…”

Graduation day at Reaper training My name is Skye Evanore Reoch and I'm the only daughter of the reaper king and queen. I'm half reaper and dark witch and possess loads of magic. My parents, Rowen and Ayira rule this reaper section out of thousands that cover the entire earth. Anyway, back to me, being the only girl out of four children, I'm a daddy's girl. I have an older brother Liam who is off being taught some things from his dark elf grandfather and my younger twin brothers Brodie and Brayden. I decided that I wanted to become a reaper and not just a boring princess lounging at a palace waiting for my parents to wed me off to some pompous prince so I enrolled in the reapers training pro

"Uhm, can I have your ticket?" Kane raised a brow, amusement flickering in his blue eyes. "Ticket?" he repeated, his voice deep, teasing. The redhead—Mona, according to her name tag—bit down on her plump lower lip, her gaze darting everywhere except at him. "Sorry, it's just... you look familiar." That made him chuckle. Oh, really? He tilted his head slightly, his gaze flickering to the large poster plastered beside her booth—a giant picture of himself, fists raised, the underground champion.

And with that, he turned and stalked out of the cabin as fast as he had entered, shutting the door hard behind him. My mother collapsed into a chair, shaking. "Who was that, Annie? His power.it was wonderful. I've never felt anything like it, not even from the Martial Lord." I kept mute, but I knew then my mom knew my state. I couldn't say a lot. I looked down at my babies, their tiny fists opening and closing. My sons needed a pack. They needed the best protection they would have. And Damon, for his wickedness, was still an Alpha, still known by all. The strange man was too much of a risk.

Ravan ordered him and Mukul left for New York, Ravan planed on taking his revenge on Amrita Miller and Samuel Miller, for which he had planned on capturing their only daughter Aisha miller and making her pay for their sin’s while he will make her parents watch her every suffering, he wanted to give them the same pain he had felt, he wanted to make them see what it feels like to lost your loved one, but first he required a proper set up, their daughter Aisha was 16 year old when Mukul had done his research on her where he came up with a plan according to which Mukul will make their daughter Aisha fall in love with him and will get access inside her house where they can take Intel on Amrita an

Raiden shifted too, his own breathing ragged, his expression unreadable. The battlefield around them raged on, but for them, this was the only battle that mattered. “I’ll ask you one more time,” Maddox said, his voice dangerously low. “What the hell do you think you’re doing? Are you trying to object to our plans? Which son would stand as an enemy to his own father?” Raiden’s jaw clenched. “A son who does not consider his father as a noble man,” he said with anger in his voice. “I have no hands in your dirty plans, I’m no part of this.”

Zayn thought Raiden’s move was rather immature. Luke still wanted to speak, but Zayn stepped forward. He gently patted Luke’s shoulder and said, “Raiden, you’re the well-respected Southern Highlord of Sicut In Caelo, a highly-skilled perfect-class master fighter, yet you’re shouting and cursing in public like a hysterical woman. That’s very childish of you.”

Stephanie let out a deep sigh, frustrated by Sierra's lack of awareness. “It must be Britney who found out!” Sierra was confused, looking up at her cousin in confusion. “Don’t you get it yet? Raiden played you!” Stephanie snapped, her voice sharp. “Did I never tell you what kind of person Raiden is? He’s a notorious playboy, and the number of women he’s been with is countless—if not in the thousands, then certainly in the hundreds. That video? It was almost certainly released by them on purpose… Which is why you never actually see the man’s face clearly in the video.”

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.