Raijin Japan Novels & Stories

, she explained. "What is a Raijin?" she asked curiously. "Raijin is the Japanese god of lightning, thunder, and storms", Zen answered startling nearly all of them, and then shrugged, pointing at Bell practically cowering behind him, "I could feel her behind me", he answered, "I don't like threats at my back", he shrugged uncomfortably causing Bell to walk back towards the other teens, keeping a healthy distance regardless. "I fell asleep?" he asked Red confused stretching causing his shirt to ride up and show off his six-pack abdomen, he stood up rolling out the sleep in his body.

Time. Much to his daughter’s delight. The flash of lightning and boom of thunder had the two girls jumping. They both laughed at themselves. “It looks like Raijin and Fujin are out today.” Izumi said as he brought more drinks to the table. “Oh! We just learned about them!” Rye said excitedly. “Fujin is the God of thunder and Raijin is his beast.” “Other way.” Izumi smiled. “Raijin is the God and Fujin is the beast.”

Raijin thought as he opened his eyes to know where the beast was as he saw the beast about to bite the girl. "Shit...!!!" Raijin said in a low tone as he saw her closing her ears while squatting as she screamed. Black hands held the beast as Raijin looked at Kagahma and saw him bleeding from his ears as he began running towards the beast. The sonic howl stopped as Raijin saw Kagahma trying to battle the beast as he dropped his hands and thought, "We can't defeat this beast without taking risk, what do I think I'm doing, I need to risk it all to defeat this thing if I want to survive" as he began running towards it while screaming.

I said to myself. Alpha Ryu stood before the pack in his red and black royal robe and a stringent smile that I had never seen before. I doubt the pack members have seen it too, as they also couldn’t believe it, washing their faces several times with water just to confirm. “I would like to thank my personal maid, as she was the one who washed these dishes. She has quite the guts to wash five hundred thousand, five hundred and fifty-four plates with not a single stain on them. She’s pretty much more excited about it than the rest of us”. He chuckled.

Silence and emptiness had mended the crips of the birds. Ejima rested her hands on her sling as she roamed the narrow path. As a novice in the shrine, she was not allowed to wear a sword, but that does not mean she was harmless. She was a sling master and could cause twice the damage as any good sword. War was not something anyone in their right senses would wish for. She has not seen one herself but she’d heard too many scary tales from her husband to desire one. The hunger, the killings, and the tragedy. It was too heavy a mental picture to draw, let alone wishing for one. The gods forbid we have wars in this harvest period. Ejima prayed as she rounded the narrow path and into the village

"A month or two, maybe more. We could be here for a year. I can promise you that you cannot be killed easily because we are a part of each other now. Instead of Aljanan Daji making an attempt on your life and taking your soul, she would rather keep you trapped her as she did me." Ruhun Daji's response wasn't uplifting at all. I knew she was trying to console me. A month or two was a long time to remain trapped in the forest without any knowledge of what was happening in the outside world. The possibility of being caught in the woods for a year was even worse. What would we be doing? As if reading my mind, Ruhun Daji spoke: "While we are here, we need to plan on how we will deliver the people

He rolled his eyes at me and waved his hands around. "Rai is in Japan, searching there and searching slowly south, your aunt loves oriental food, places and knows the language and customs as well as you," he stated. I exhaled and nodded. It was my favorite place in the entire world. I'd spent countless nights in the Aokigahara forest consoling numerous saddened spirits, helping them to stay in this world or cross over to their next lives. "Does Rai have the knowledge that he can speak all the languages?" My father patted my worried head and nodded.

He wore a tattered dark-green skirt tied with a long red sash with a pair of massive Japanese drums hung on his waist and held a small mace in each hand. The other one must be Hikaru. Wearing a leopard-pelted loincloth and carrying a long sack on his shoulders, he was green-skinned and had an equally fierce face and a single horn on his forehead. “Those are definitely Raijin and Fujin’s Braves,” Wilt said. “They looked just like their gods when I visited their shrine back in Japan.” “Get ready, people,” Chief Bess exclaimed. However, the Storm Brothers didn’t move a muscle.

She laughed and Riyin felt himself go higher. This was it; his final moments. At least, he was about to go meet his parents again. Riyin shut his eyes and willed the horrific images of his mother out of his mind. He would now think of only good things, the good times they had. They didn’t lie when they said that your life would flash before your eyes, moments before you go to the white light, and so poor Riyin remembered it all and smiled. Something knocked him out of his trance and he realized that he was crashing down. The witch was shrieking now, and her attention was no longer on Riyin’s.

The morning rooster's noise boisterously rippled through the skies, awakening people who were asleep in the small town of Hiraizumi , in Japan. Hiraizumi is a town that has a mixture between traditional style and modern style areas adopting a toned down version of the dynasties that were famous in the great country of China. The houses themselves looked as if they were made from oak tree wood, each one having been painted a different shade in colour. This small town of Hiraizumi is home to a particular young man Rogue who lived all of his life there, and today December 13th is a special day for him.