Transformer Raiden Novels & Stories

She softly recited Ralph's name, her inner suspicions growing more certain. She did not pause, her fingertips continuing to search quickly. In just a moment, a broad and upright aura surged toward her. Within the beam of light appeared her fourth elder martial brother, Reynaldo, with a cheerful face, dressed in fitted attire, holding a formation disc, full of spirit: Reynaldo, fourth disciple of Ethereal Lumin Hold, skilled in formations and guarding magic barriers. During the great war, he maintained the Sect-Guard Formation of Ethereal Lumin Hold with his own Spiritual Power, died from exhaustion, and was reincarnated as Raiden, the fourthborn of the Cromwell family.

Warriors stood shoulder to shoulder while healers rushed back and forth behind them. I couldn’t see much. Only brief glimpses. A healer. A guard. A flash of dark hair. Then I saw Raiden. Or at least part of him. And he wasn’t moving. My stomach dropped. Fear slammed into me harder than any punch I’d taken today. “Traci,” Aurora’s voice sharpened. “Finish it.” Right. The match. My focus instantly returned. I squeezed harder adding even more pressure than I was. The warrior’s struggles became weaker. His breathing turned ragged. Then finally…

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.

He laid there, gasping for breath, his blue eyes now black. “l-lend m-m-me your p-power” he rattled, before digging a hand into my now black fur. His black eyes started to weep; thick, black liquid coursing down his cheeks. I moved to let him stand; the bullets from Slasher and her friend useless now that the darkness over my fur was protecting me. They could do nothing as we went to defend Torch. Trauma wrapped a hand around Torch’s burning, bleeding arm and seemed to absorb the power from it.

“I’m a fucking killer. A bloodthirsty maniac, Atalanta. Don’t you see? I’m just as bad as that doctor. Do you know I tortured him before I killed him? Do you know that I enjoyed it? I’m not a good guy.” I stood up, my feet on either side of Raiden’s thick legs so I could look him in the eye. Or even tower above him slightly, hoping it would make him take me seriously. “You’re not a monster. I know monsters. I’ve lived with monsters. So what? You enjoy killing or hurting people who deserve it. So what, you’re not perfect? Neither am I! I feel safest when I’m with you. I love every bit of you. Don’t you think I don’t know you enjoy killing?” “And you think that’s just fine? Maybe you’re as fuc

Raiden's armor is a mixture of white and gold battle skirt with a gold metal chain-like vest worn on his upper body. Nowo, being the daughter of Queen Aria—the queen of the swan maiden—and Pricus—the son of Zeus, has the ability to use both light and dark in equal strength. Her power is endless, especially when she finally got the chance to use the stone that is meant for her to use. She has the ability to transform into two different strong creatures. Moha, being the son of Alasdair and Queen Aria, has the power to use lightning as his main source of power and magic. Despite having the same mother, Moha didn't have the power to use the said stone because only the female heir of the Queen co

I was afraid to have a ride on this beast at first, but I trusted Eren though he tried to scare the hell out of me by burning up the road like grease lightning. Eren puts on his matte black integral helmet and springs one leg to the other side of his seat to sit on it. I admire him as he starts the mammoth machine, revving it a few times till it backfires a blue smoky light, causing a fractious pulsating sound. I must admit, Eren is a sexy badass on that monster.

That was what Ryder always said to her whenever she told him to be safe and come home in one piece, especially that he was always the one assigned to the deadly missions ever since they joined Aegis. Raeya was aware that it had no connections to romantic feelings. It was just that she lost too many already and she wouldn't be ever ready to lose him too. I'm strong. My title isn't for show. That was his famous tagline and he always used it jokingly but everyone in Khenealm knew that his power was not a joke. Being named as the Roar of Khenealm made their enemies and rivals cower in fear whenever they heard Aegis even before he was appointed as the leader. Ryder was the only one known to have

They would not take us again. Ryu stepped in front of me, shielding me with his body, his snarl deep and monstrous. His transformation wasn’t just physical—it was mythic. His fur shimmered with both Alpha dominance and ancient magic. His muscles rippled with raw power, veins pulsing with a berserker rhythm that dared any man to cross him. "You want to see a beast break?" he growled at the approaching guards, his voice no longer human, no longer sane. "Then try and take her from me again."