Razor Red Rising Novels & Stories

On her eighteenth birthday, Nyra believes the Moon Goddess has finally blessed her—mating her to her longtime boyfriend, Prince Dante. It feels like destiny. Until the ceremony begins… and Dante rejects the bond in front of everyone. Then he chooses her sister instead. Broken and humiliated, Nyra is thrown away as a “rejected bond” and handed to the Crown’s most feared enforcer. But the Moon Goddess never makes mistakes… and this bond is only the beginning.

one’s mere wish but instead for knowing that not everything is based on what you want or what you think will make you happy, I also heard only a certain set of people gets to see her.The descendants of the man that pushed in the river, the descendants of the man that saved her and those who need the truth, I don’t know whose set we fall into, but what was it that you wanted that made her appear? Mine was to be a quiet and normal boy, living without the pressure and constantly reminded that I am the perfect son and I still need more to be perfect.” Phil asked me.‘Oh I told you to remember, I wanted to be a boy and I needed to run away and leave a nice life, I had the offer right in front of

Before they could even touch him, the bar's metal door was kicked open with a loud bang. A group of people stormed in, moving fast and furious. Behind the counter, Gaia's face instantly turned nasty. "Toby Parker, what the hell does the Razor Crew want? Our bar doesn't welcome you people. You're aware of that, aren't you?" Accompanied by an unpleasant laugh, a short guy walked in. His suit hung loose and baggy on his frame, and he held a cigarette between his fingers. Toby chuckled and said, "Gaia, sweetheart, you're right. By our usual rules, the Razor Gang and Night Rose do operate separately. But this man? We're taking him, and Night Rose better not lay a finger on him."

Once upon a time, I loved freedom so much, but his words made me fold my wings. I began to live under his protection. In those five years we'd been together, we spent countless nights in this rose manor. And he would tell me he would marry me at the end of each one. But it wasn't until now that I realized his promises were worthless. He had given me nothing except the bracelet. False prince, false love, and poor roses... Before the tears fell, I broke the bracelet that didn't really fit. Jeffrey could never keep roses. There were two days left. Then Dad would arrive.

I said softly as I began to put away the herbs I had been working with. “Is it really about winning? Look deeper.” He said, perching on a stool by me, his deep purple wings dragging the floor. I had always heard Raziel resembled Shamshiel the most, and in turn I looked a bit like him. My father’s long inky hair was bound behind him in an intricate braid, no doubt he had been subjected to someone's ministrations as he typically had his hair free and loose. His bright blue eyes missed nothing, which was exactly why he was in charge. However, he was preparing my younger brothers to take over as a unit eventually; which I thought was quite smart. A role I had never wanted, and he knew it.

She didn’t know if they would be able to handle a 6 Star warrior, but they were her best bet. *He is not truly at the 6 Star level. While that is the energy he possesses, he doesn’t really use it; hence, he is rusty. Besides, right now he is of little comprehension and consciousness. You can use that to your advantage* Red advised but Kylie didn’t see where she could apply this advice just yet. “Finally, an actual challenge,” Razor smiled like the battle-hungry beast he was and dove forward immediately. Jack on the other hand, merely nodded his head at kylie before jumping into the fray, slamming his spear forward with a massive roar.

Aurora. Razor was full on agitated and his mind was filled with all sorts of twisted fantasies about killing scared girl. “No one has ever hidden from me for this long,” he growled in a mixture of anger and excitement. “I am going to enjoy killing her.” His murderous intent was at its highest and I salivated at the thought of feasting on his energy when the time came. He was not fully ripe yet, just a little more chasing and hunting before I converting him into a delicacy.

Ashley gasped in surprise, “I can't believe this Raze, do you love this girl?” “No, I'm not in love with anyone. I just know that all hell will let loose if I don't see Vasperia in the next twenty-four hours. I need to leave for the Red Lily pack.” Raze said and stood up, taking his red blazers with him and putting his legs on the designer's white canvas. He wore a white shirt and Black leather pants but the red blazers were a perfect fit for his blazing eyes. His hands were shaking and he shouldn't stay in one place, he needed to beat, kill, lash out, or do anything to calm his body down.

“This was a coordinated assault on every deity across the globe. Putting the Aztec death goddess in the Goddess’s Realm wasn’t random. They expect us to try and take it back. She may be powerful, but I doubt she’s the only one guarding it.” “She’s right,” King Oberon of the Seelie Court agrees. “We’ll need a distraction. A real attack somewhere else to split their focus.” “And we have to go after the Riding Hoods,” I add. “The Red One—my mother—is out there somewhere. If we ignore her, she’ll lead them right to us.” Nora nods. “She’s right.” “Three teams, then,” Zak says. “One for the Goddess’s Realm. One for the distraction. One for Ios—to finish the Riding Hoods.”

"And I will never be yours." Ronan’s smile widened, revealing teeth that were already beginning to sharpen. "That’s the fire. I can smell it. It’s delicious. You think you’re fighting for Zayden, but you’re just stoking the flames for me." He stood up and walked to the wall, pulling a heavy lever. A grinding sound of stone on stone echoed through the chamber, and the ceiling began to retract. Above us, the sky was no longer grey. It was a bruised, terrifying shade of violet, and the moon—the Blood Moon—was rising, a massive, crimson eye staring down at us.