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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

Forks became the eye of a growing storm — not of wind or rain, but of awareness.

Legends began forming in whispers. People who had never met Raiko spoke of dreams filled with violet skies and silent thunder.

Her story was becoming more than myth, it was history.

Inside the Cullen house, Alice compiled everything — photos, sketches, testimonies, even magnetic anomalies. Each folder was labeled with a hand-drawn symbol: a downward sword entwined with lightning.

"This is no longer observation," she said. "This is archiving."

Raiko looked at the growing collection.

"We're writing the first Chronicle of the Lightning-Soul."

Rosalie raised an eyebrow. "Do you plan to release a volume every decade?"

"No," Raiko replied. "Only when the world is ready to remember."

The first entry in the chronicle was not her awakening.

It was her first moment of choice.

Choosing to protect instead of dominate.

Choosing to teach instead of command.

Alice documented it in fine calligraphy:

"In the age of uncertain futures, she arrived not as a conqueror but as a compass — steady, luminous, and terrifyingly aware."

Not built by Raiko. Not declared by decree.

But carved in cliffs, etched in stones, painted on walls in neon urban alleys.

Small altars of quartz and copper began appearing in alleyways and mountaintops. Offerings of circuit shards, stormglass, and violet petals.

A child spotted her kneeling before the altar and whispered, "Are you the one in the thunder stories?"

Raiko looked at her and smiled. "Sometimes."

The Volturi, distant and restless, remained silent. Aro observed from shadows, unwilling to provoke what he could not predict.

Other supernatural factions began reaching out — emissaries from distant enclaves, witches from old bloodlines, spirit walkers from frozen continents.

"Are you ascending?"

"I'm not rising. I'm anchoring."

Rosalie and Alice worked in shifts to help manage the diplomacy. Forks became a sanctuary — part shrine, part school, part sanctuary.

She spent each day walking the forest, each night in quiet reflection. She trained the Stormwalkers, spoke to stars, taught meditation to new arrivals.

But every now and then… she wrote.

She penned pages of her chronicle in flowing violet ink, inked in lightning-charged script:

"Let this be known: Eternity is not what one takes. It's what one becomes."

And as the chronicle grew… so did the world's memory of her.

She was no longer just a girl reborn from science and shock.

She was the Lightning-Soul, and her story had only just begun.

Chronicles of the Lightning-Soul