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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

Forks had not known silence like this in decades. It was an oppressive quiet, the kind that comes before a god's scream.

The sky above was torn — not with clouds, but with streaks of obsidian and violet lightning. The Rift was opening.

And Raiko — no longer just reborn, no longer just lightning — stood in the heart of it.

She hovered ten feet above the Cullen estate lawn, crackling arcs of energy curling from her shoulders like divine wings. The Pact etched into her body pulsed with celestial rhythm, her eyes burning with twin halos of violet and white.

"Raiko," Alice whispered, awestruck below.

"She's not just herself anymore," Rosalie said beside her. "She's something older."

Jacob approached from the trees, two massive spirit wolves behind him. "She's judgment now."

From within the Rift, Nyxothar began to manifest. Not as a beast, but as a tapestry of shadows — faces of forgotten gods screaming, skeletal wings of rusted stars, and an eye that bled black lightning.

All four bearers—Alice, Rosalie, Jacob, and Raiko—were linked by soulfire now. Their hearts resonated. Their memories overlapped.

Raiko's memories flashed — of being a boy obsessed with science and storms, of dying in an accident of her own creation, of waking up in a body blessed and cursed with Raiden Shogun's divine might.

She had wandered the early years numb, powerful, confused.

Alice's laughter. Rosalie's strength. Jacob's fire.

Thousands of spectral tendrils crashed into the sky, trying to wrap Raiko, to corrupt her soul.

They met an unmovable wall of lightning.

Raiko's voice thundered through the dimensions:

"I am no longer reborn. I am chosen. By love, by fate, by storm — I judge you, Devourer."

She raised the Stormbound Dagger — now transformed into a glaive ten feet long, forged of divine energy and fused with the blood pact of her mates.

And she hurled it. It tore reality.

The impact shattered half the Rift. Nyxothar screamed, and the world around Forks dimmed, like a flame almost extinguished.

Raiko teleported directly in front of its core eye, her body surrounded by the sigils of hundreds of prayers left unsaid by dying gods.

"I end you not for vengeance," she whispered. "But to protect the love I found in this second life."

When the storm cleared, only mist and fragments of divine symbols remained.

Raiko descended slowly, landing beside Alice and Rosalie, both barely standing.

"We endured," Raiko said. "We begin now."

Jacob nodded. "The packs will follow your judgment. Goddess or not—you've earned your place here."

Her journey wasn't over. But the world finally knew her name.

Not as the boy she once was. But as Raiko—the Lightning Saint of Forks.

The Lightning Saint's Judgment