Raiden Shogun Doujin Novels & Stories

” Alfi is rummaging the bookshelf in front of him. He takes a book, opens it, scans it fast, drops it, and takes another one. ‘not only Muchiqueen, Doujin works of Ruckus, Sindoll, Jonpe, Sukurin, are here and they are fully translated.” Alfi said. ‘that’s strange, as I know, there’s just a circle whose works is to translate R18 Doujin works like that, and they don’t translate many though. Are there some circles with the same vision established after my death?” Jeje is wondering.

Forms blurred dance—draw, cut, sheath—bodies colliding controlled violence, each brush electric foreplay. Shoji rattled suddenly, splintering shadow-intrusion. Five figures burst ink-black—board rebels, faces twisted vendetta, tanto knives glinting malice under dojo lanterns. Leader snarled Japanese filth, blade arcing Kenji's throat. Time fractured slow-mo: his bokken snapped block, but flanking wolves lunged my blindside.

He watched as the wind played with the long hair of the girl standing in front of him; her Japanese silk robe was lilac and light green. Raiden gulped. They were here just on account of the choice they had made last night. The choice made by their leaders to fight to the death for the honor of their clans. No more bloody war, no more bullets. One battle will solve everything, and there will be only one conqueror of all lands.

"I felt the creep whenever I came here." I ran my fingers of the spine of each book and then I read the manga's title one by one: "Hanayori Dango", "Harumatsu bokura", "Tsubaki chou planet", "Reimei no Arcana", "Akatsuki no yona". These are all shoujo (romance genre). But there are other sport genre too, like: "Slam dunk", "Haikyuu", "Prince of tennis", "Eyeshield twenty-one", "Kuruko basketball". Fantasies and action genres are available too: "Demon slayer", "Hakuoki", "Bungou stray dogs", "Attack on titans".

The Shogun's localized time-dilation shattered as he was physically hurled backward, his liquid-chrome armor denting with a sickening crunch. "Got him!" Lena snarled, wrestling the sliding bike to a halt and drawing her sub-ether shotgun. But the Shogun twisted in mid-air, landing gracefully on his feet like a mechanized cat. His magenta optics flared with genuine, corrupted rage. "Predictable," the Shogun hissed. He raised the blinding white Nodachi and slashed the air. It wasn't a physical strike. A crescent-shaped wave of corrupted, unmaking white sub-ether launched from the blade, tearing across the courtyard directly toward Lena.

Raiden said nonchalantly, his hands clasped behind his back. Zayn chuckled and said, “Is that so? You, on the other hand, disappoint me. You’re so much weaker than Ezra, no wonder you can only be the second best in Sicut In Caelo.” Raiden flew into a great rage and glared at Zayn ferociously. He exuded a tremendous bloodlust and an icy chill, but he refrained from attacking Zayn again. With a grunt, he said, “You have a sharp tongue, Zayn! I’m going to issue you a challenge. Ten days from now, we shall engage in a battle to the death on Mount Roi. Do you accept?!”

“Does it unsettle you?” Adrian held his gaze. “No.” The answer came too quickly. Too smoothly. Vaelreth’s lips curved faintly—not quite a smile. “Liar.” For a moment, something flickered in Adrian’s eyes. Gone just as quickly. “I could say the same to you,” Adrian replied. Vaelreth stepped closer. Another step. Close enough now that he could see the faint scar along Adrian’s jaw. The one that caught the light differently than the rest of his skin.

Thornwild followed through the mist, their green markings bright against dark armour. The first king pulled the spear from Raiken’s side. Raiken did not fall. Shigure reached the chamber first. His sword found the first king’s throat. The spirit dissolved before the blade touched him and reformed near the broken wall. Daigo came through next, carrying two axes and wearing a grin that did not belong in a collapsing tower. “You started without us.” Raiken pressed one hand over his wound. “You took too long.” “We had to collect an army.” Hayate entered with Kiyomi beside him. Renji followed, blood covering one sleeve.

Raiden stared at Shuntha for a bit too long studying his face, as he moved along the bars. “I don’t know, have you seen my brother?” Shuntha slid down the bars and fell to the ground, Raiden noticed that the guardsmen roughed him up. He tore off what remained of his shirt, and his back bled from the scratches. “What do you know, Shuntha?” Raiden made his way to the wooden bench across from the cell. He started taking off his armor which is peculiar, to say the least, it resembled Roman armor with its silver breastplates and shin shields. A plump guard handed him a towel and a silver bowl full of water.

That’s all. One of the maidens saw me and nearly tripped on air. I waved like nothing was wrong. I found Raiden in the war room—deep in a meeting with six of his strongest warriors, looking all serious and “kingly.” Oh well. I walked in anyway. Every single head turned. Raiden’s head snapped up so fast I thought he pulled a muscle. His eyes dragged over me slowly, from my bare legs to the thin straps on my shoulders, and he actually blinked like he wasn’t sure I was real.