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Xiu Zhen, a brilliant but reclusive university student, dies in a freak accident while experimenting with artificial lightning. But death is not the end. Reborn in the Twilight universe as a girl with the divine body and godlike powers of Raiden Shogun, he becomes Zhen Raiko — a being of thunder, beauty, and immortality.

Now living under a forged identity, Raiko transfers to Forks College, unknowingly stepping into the heart of a supernatural storm. There, she crosses paths with Alice Cullen, the precognitive vampire with a smile like spring lightning, and Rosalie Hale, the cold beauty with an aching heart. Both sense something ancient and unspoken in Raiko… and both form an undeniable mate bond with her.

As tensions rise among vampires, werewolves, and humans, Raiko’s mere existence begins to disrupt the fragile balance of Forks. The Quileute wolves try to drive her out. Edward Cullen grows suspicious. The Volturi send scouts, then assassins. And yet, amid danger and deception, an unlikely romance blossoms — one rooted not in destiny, but choice.

Haunted by the memory of her past life and the loneliness of divinity, Raiko must navigate love, desire, and power while protecting those she comes to care for. As Alice and Rosalie each struggle with their feelings, they come to accept not just Raiko’s origins — but each other.

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Twilight Reign: The Violet Lightning

The air over Forks changed. No longer just thick with mist, but saturated with potential. Something stirred in the ionosphere — a surge of possibilities.

Raiko sat cross-legged in the grass behind the Cullen estate, her eyes closed, hair drifting weightlessly despite the absence of wind. Each breath she took seemed to pull thunder closer.

Power had always come naturally to her since her rebirth. But now, it was changing — becoming responsive.

"I'm not just holding lightning," she murmured. "I'm becoming the storm."

Rosalie watched from the porch, arms folded, worry lacing her golden eyes. "You're pushing it again."

Raiko opened her eyes. "If I'm to face what's coming, I need more than raw force. I need control."

Alice stepped beside Rosalie, her gaze fixed on the sky. "Control comes with time. But we might not have time."

Raiko stood. The moment her bare feet touched the ground fully, pulses of violet light arced out in a ring around her.

"Then I'll force the time to come to me."

At the college, things had gone silent. Professors called out, students whispered, and Raiko noticed fewer people around her each day.

Whatever had appeared above Forks had unsettled more than just the supernatural.

Whispers of visions, hallucinations, voices in white noise — they spread like fog.

One evening, a young man named Darren approached her. He was pale, jittery.

"I saw it," he continued. "A shape in the clouds. It spoke in tones like bells breaking. And I saw you — glowing."

Raiko met his gaze. "Do you feel harmed?"

He shook his head slowly. "No. Just awed. You're part of it. The future. But not ours."

Not everyone feared her. Some worshipped her already.

Back in the Cullen home, Carlisle handed Raiko an old scroll sealed in wax. "A contact from the Amazon coven sent this. They say the last time the sky changed like this, the world cracked."

Raiko broke the seal. Inside were diagrams. Glyphs. A tale of an ancient entity: Tempus Aeterna — a judge of timelines, drawn only to those who disrupt causality.

Her existence — a reborn soul in a foreign body, wielding otherworldly power — had summoned it.

"The anomaly isn't just here to correct you," Alice said. "It's watching whether you rewrite fate itself."

"I already have," Raiko said. "But I haven't broken it."

That night, thunder rolled with her heartbeat.

Raiko walked into the woods alone. At the center of a grove, she extended her hand, calling not lightning, but legacy.

From the ground rose a blade. Violet, elegant, humming with divine stormlight.

Her sword — a manifestation of her will.

She gripped it, and the world pulsed.

Memories surged — not hers, but Raiden Shogun's. Thousands of battles, timeless stillness, endless rule. She inherited not just form, but a crown.

The air parted. The anomaly's voice echoed through the trees again.

"Heir of Storms. Your claim begins."

Raiko lifted her blade, the clouds above curling toward her like worshippers.