Thor Vs Raiden Novels & Stories

Raiden called. He was showing her a hand sign. Harriet must keep her words, or else it's going to cause her some trouble. Raiden was sensitive when it came to promises. He can't get over the broken promises. Each of them has their own special weapons. Raiden was using a sword, while Harriet was skilled in archery and using a sharp knife. They are made of metal and silver and could kill their enemies. They took their weapons with them. Raiden led the path, and he was taking her to the wild forest. They just heard about the place, but they have never been there.

Shit! “There’s no cheating, Warrior. Or are you saying your female warrior can’t duel against a male? I didn’t know you discriminate against and expect little from females in Black Fur Pack.” Raiden gritted from his seat which was too close to mine for my liking, making it clear that he was doing this intentionally. His ego was bruised. He had lost the girl… but he didn’t want to lose the cup as well. I should have known as I’d have done the same thing if I was in his shoes.

His body was centimeters away from mine, his hand on the door next to my face. “Call me, Nick.” He smiled and seemed to relax. “Although, Mr. Thorn from your lips does sound very sexy.” “You do realise there is an unbalance here again?” I pointed out. He tilted his head. “You said you would sweeten the deal after the dance, that got interrupted. Now because of that interruption I am stood here in front of you unmasked and here you are still masked.” “That is very true.” His smile this time was accompanied by a devilish look in his eyes. “How about we correct all of that now?”

He had no choice but to side-step the sudden attack counter with a punch. Bang! Their fists crashed into each other, and Harvey could feel a numbness in his palm. Meanwhile, the opponent took a few steps back. The lightning arc extending from his palm kept on firing all around them, to the point his mask had been burned to ash. At this moment, Harvey could finally identify him. It was the mutant from Country A called Raiden, who was with Kyros back then. From the way he fought, aside from having been modified by Country A's genetic engineering, he must have trained in the Martial Arts from Country H.

I sighed, smiling slightly. "It’s complicated huh..? Just know I'm here." He reached over, tucking a strand of my hair behind my ear. His fingers ran gently through my hair, his touch was the opposite of Theon’s. I wish I could be attracted to someone like Raiden; he was handsome, charming, and caring… but there was no pull or that thing that made me feel light-headed. No adventure of what might happen next, no excitement of the unknown. Raiden was like a gentle breeze on a summer night, whilst Theon was a storm at sea, ready to destroy all in his wake and consume me…

The dull crack of his fall echoed like thunder. Thor’s growl broke across the melee, sharp and commanding. Another rogue approached him, dagger raised. Thor met him head-on, elbow catching the man in the throat, then spinning to slam him to the ground, his knees following to pin the rogue as Thor’s eyes never left mine. A rogue tried to take advantage of my focus on Bella. He leapt from the trees, aiming for my head. I ducked, countered, and my claws tore through his torso, dropping him like a ragdoll. Another lunged, trying to strike Thor’s side. Thor spun, caught the man’s wrist, and twisted, snapping it before delivering a punishing kick to the rogue’s chest.

Fraise was always proud of herself, a personality trait I envied. "Your turn now, sweetie," Fraise said to Raiden, linking her arms to him. Blaze seemed to glare at them, and I felt like she was hurting. When she caught my gaze, I expected an eye roll, but she simply looked away. Raiden cleared his throat and said, "I'm Raiden. Son of Athena, the Goddess of wisdom, but unlike all of you, I have no father." Another son of Athena, which meant... "Helios and I are twin brothers."

roared Lewis, his palms forming a figure resembling a dragon and unleashing a series of combos against Raiden. “Too slow,” quipped Raiden, letting out a low roar. Lewis’s vision blurred as lightning ripped through the sky and his opponent vanished from sight. Bam! Raiden, who had swiftly shifted to Lewis’ side, struck the martial artist in the face hard enough to knock him back several steps. Before Lewis had time to react, Raiden’s fists descended like lightning, pounding a succession of blows into flesh. Lewis’ tempo had been disrupted by Raiden. With his rhythm in disarray, the ensuing result was only a beat-down.

I said. “My shirt?” “Take it off,” I whispered, trying my best to be bold, but my voice failed me. But Zev did it anyway. This time I needed to catch my breath because of the amazing view. Zev and Raiden were both muscular but built differently. Raiden was taller; his body was almost shaped like an inverted triangle. He had broad shoulders, a broad chest, and a slender stomach. Zev was muscular, had more chest hair, and was more like a rectangle.