Razor Red Rising Novels & Stories

I stood at the top of the small slope that led down to the clearing, watching in shock and fear as beasts fought beasts and ripped away each other's throats, vampires slashed and killed opposing wolves and as vampires were instantly torn to multiple pieces by the ferocious bite of a wolf. I spotted a great grey wolf. About half the size bigger than Nicha and he gang. The wolf was saddled with the red and silver and it had a red fiery blaze in its eyes. A long scar ran down the grey wolfs left eye and Alzaraq fought powerfully against an equally large, dark brown wolf with the same fiery blaze in its eyes—Hardaj. I spotted Tia, sh has her back to Jereum and Jhan was stabbing at a wolf's eye b

Then a third. "Smack." "Smack." "Smack." He slapped me from left to right three times. I hadn’t even processed it when a metallic sweetness filled my mouth. Blood slid from the corner of my lips and dripped onto the collar of my white shirt, blooming like red flowers on snow. He was breathing heavily, his finger almost stabbing my nose. “Eighty million in core contracts? “You think those clients signed because of you? They recognize the company! “Without the company, what are you even worth?!

The woman standing on the dais lifted her hands and smiled at the group before her. Sara flew around in the vision and moved in closer so that she could focus on the woman standing upon the dais. When she moved in close, she could see the red hair and the deep green eyes. The moment she learned the woman’s identity, the entire vision rippled and faded away.

I wasn’t in the habit of damaging things I meant to use. “You… burned,” she said after a moment, voice small. She glanced at my hand like it offended her. “When you touched it.” I turned my palm over, flexing my fingers. A faint, angry red circle still lingered where the symbol had seared my skin. Not a normal burn. No blister, no broken flesh. Just a mark, like the ghost of a brand that didn’t belong to me. “It’s nothing,” I said. It wasn’t nothing. Across from us, in the front passenger seat, Rian twisted slightly to look back. Dark hair, sharp eyes, jacket open; he’d been with me long enough to know when I was lying.

She beamed and said, “yes, I have talked to dad and he wants us to get married in the span of one month at most.” Rudra nodded and muttered, “fine, now please leave me alone. And for God’s sake, you are chief doctor and do some work.” Kiara moved out of the cabin and her minions instantly joined her tailing behind her. Rudra heaved a deep breath to control his anger that want to escape... he slumped in his chair and held his head in his hands. His gaze fell on the two frames on his table. One of his family with his three lovely angels and his father. His mother; Gayatri, his sister; Sanjana, and his grandmother. His lips curved into a small smile seeing them all smiling. But them his gaze fe

By the time I had gotten up, the rogues had fled into the woods. I staggered to my feet, using the knife as a wedge...panting, blood dripping from my sides. Mabel rushed out, eyes scanning me like she didn’t know whether to scream. “You’re bleeding,” she whispered. “Better me than you.” I looked down at the rogue’s corpse. “These attacks…there is more to them,” I muttered. Before she could speak, another voice cut through the air. “George!” We turned to see Cora, breathless, urgency in her eyes.

Chapter Two: SIGHTING Later that night, Rojean dolled up to go to a place that was both a nightclub and a bar that everyone was talking about. She was old enough, for sure, especially if she was going to get married soon. But she was never the kind of person to go out on the weekends, to a club or even a bar and always preferred the comfort of their apartment which Lucas didn’t mind at all even when he wanted to go out. She was in a cream coloured off shoulder dress which stopped mid-thigh and hugged her curves beautifully.

The first was blonde haired, the second brown haired and the third one, spiky red haired. Chelsea froze in her seated position. 'Geez! She's a fighter. Argh! That stupid guy said I could trust their skills' In Luca's mind, he seemed interested watching this girl. If she was Raven, she wouldn't have hurt a human to this extent. The brown haired and spiky red haired came after Mia at once. The shock of their life came when she yanked them by the collar throwing them to the ground like sacks of grains. "If we don't give her a smeared face then we won't get our payments" Brown haired huffed at his friend.

What the hell happened to me? The one thing I couldn’t accept. The one thing truly gave me pause. The one thing I can't even bring myself to touch is the Crescent moon with a star in its centre, which now stands proudly on my right temple. It is jet black, making it more striking against my pale skin. What the hell! Did I get stabbed, and they thought... hell... perfect time to tattoo her without her permission! And ON MY FACE! Are they kidding? Star barks out laughing, and I frown, annoyed at her behaviour. Ready to chew her out for laughing at my anger, the door suddenly bursts open. In barrels Camron and Carson with panicked looks on their faces. Camron storms over to me, looking for dang

"Was I supposed to let those clubs die? Let their territories get absorbed by enemies?" He was right. Tactically, it made sense. But something about it felt wrong. "Walk me through everything. Every decision. Every change. I want details." We spent the next two hours in my office. Razor explained the expansion. The new alliances. The territory gained. The enemies made in the process. On paper, everything looked good. Profitable. Strategic. Smart. But my instincts screamed that something was off. "Where is Colt?" I asked finally. Razor's expression shuttered. "On a run. Arizona. Picking up a shipment."