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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.

The cover image is not mine, it obtained from internet i.e. google. Only the MC is ours.

Twilight Reign: The Violet Lightning

Not just in perception, but in truth. Droplets hung in the air a heartbeat longer than they should, like the world hesitated to move forward without her permission.

Raiko stood in the forest clearing, her eyes closed, arms outstretched. The wind curled around her — not rushing past, but circling, echoing.

The air whispered in a language only she understood.

From deep within her, something stirred.

A pulse of memory — not of the past, but of forever.

The Chronoquartz had left a trace in her core. Now, she was a tuning fork for time itself.

In the Cullen library, Rosalie sifted through every record of immortal beings who interacted with time. There were stories from Egypt, Norse runes, even Mayan stonework that resembled Raiko's energy signature.

"All of them ended in collapse," Rosalie said quietly. "Not because they failed — but because time refused to be bent."

Raiko responded, "I'm not bending it. I'm harmonizing with it."

Alice added, "You're becoming a constant — a fixed point in time."

Raiko stared out the window. "Then eternity will echo around me."

Stormwalkers began to act strangely.

One began to write compulsively — glyphs that glowed faintly before fading into the walls. Another began speaking in reverse, mouth moving seconds before sound emerged.

They weren't broken, they were attuning.

Raiko brought them together in the clearing. One by one, she placed her palm on their foreheads. A brief flash of violet light — and clarity returned.

"I'm not just their guide," she realized. "I'm their anchor."

In dreams that night, Raiko saw the moon blink. Not in darkness — but in sequence.

Each blink was a decade. Each pause, a century. The moon was showing her potential futures — all rippling from the moment she first awakened in this world.

A world without her burned under Volturi rule.

A world where she ruled became stagnant.

A world where she loved… thrived.

"Balance through emotion. Power through connection."

Rosalie found her at sunrise, standing at the edge of a time-slowed stream, her reflection fractured into infinite futures.

"You're afraid," Rosalie said softly.

Raiko nodded. "Because eternity is heavy. And I want to carry it gently."

Rosalie kissed her. "Then don't carry it alone."

Behind them, Alice approached with a pendant — a quartz fragment from the mountain, shaped into a heart.

"For your center," she whispered. "To remind you where your eternity begins."

Raiko accepted it. Placed it over her chest.

Echoes of Eternity