Razor Red Rising Novels & Stories

Tonight was the hunt, and she was both the predator and the storm. Nyxara Vale—the White Wolf, reborn, unstoppable, ravenous—had risen from the ashes. And she would make certain that every moment they had tried to bury her was unearthed, dragged into the light, and remembered for the reckoning it deserved.

They were incredibly rich and the Manor is a living proof to that. Though they were elites, the Reds and their loyal subjects were knit-tight and they all look at Henry as their leader for a good reason. He is the Alpha of the Red Manor, one of the five strongest packs that existed in the country and Henry’s condition was still a mystery both to Francis and the rest. He woke up one day feeling so ill and it spiraled downhill from there.

His teeth grind the more he stares at it. Red. Fucking. Roses. Of all the damn colors to send somebody, Tenz Jer'sey had to choose the one that makes his stomach churn and eyes sting. His fist tightens further. Red. The color that's supposed to be used by lovers.

Hundreds, thousands of them. Massive, extravagant arrangements of the rarest, deepest crimson roses the exact, aggressive shade of the power suit Zara was currently wearing. Within sixty seconds, the minimalist corporate lobby was transformed into a suffocatingly beautiful, overwhelmingly fragrant sea of red. The scent of roses was so thick and intoxicating it made Zara's head spin. The entire Vance Design staff had stopped working, coming out of their offices to stare in absolute shock at the sheer, ridiculous billionaire flex unfolding in front of them.

The sight took my breath away, leaving me speechless and mesmerized. The mark on Raziel's neck was a stunning, deep turquoise double crescent moon, its vibrant hue instantly transporting me back to the wishing well where our journey together first began. The larger crescent cradled the smaller one, forming a perfect, harmonious union. Delicate stars twinkled beside the moons, and the mark shimmered with an ethereal light, as if infused with magic.

The number made me too depressed so I swiftly gave up that train of thought. Apart from the occasional rosemary scent lingering in a corridor, there is no sign of Cyrus either. Raze finally called us together for a meeting the day of the full moon. Stood with his shirt off after helping haul mattresses into the centre, his body shone, the dramatic sword tattoo captivating as always. A surly, down-beaten bunch of men and women faced him. Clad in t-shirts and shorts like an interrupted slumber party. I hung at the back, not wanting to catch anyone's eye.

Could he be wiped out with his own flame blast? Zacharia couldn't confirm Radcliff's whereabouts. Their lives were now on the brink. Azar, the leader of the Red Sorcerers, was currently fully concentrated on flying the Red Magic Tower at full speed. However, this black Grim Reaper could catch up with them at high speed. Its body which consists of black bones, looked enlarged. Was this just Zach's feeling, or was the Grim Reaper getting bigger?

Mama G stepped in, and behind her stood someone new. “This here’s Red,” she announced. “New muscle. Be nice.” The man behind her didn’t look like the usual bouncers—no dead-eyed stare, no swollen neck straining a polo shirt. Red had dyed crimson hair in a sharp buzz cut, and his face was a map of silver—piercings in his brow, his lip, and both ears. Tattoos peeked out from the sleeves of his hoodie. His eyes weren’t cold black like the others. They were a pale blue, watching the room like he was sizing up more than threats.

They took their seats wordlessly, a storm already brewing in the silence between them. Azar placed his tablet on the table and tapped the screen. A holographic projection of Red’s base glowed into life. The image pulsed red at certain coordinates—heat signatures, perhaps, or planned movement paths. “He’s moved,” Azar announced coolly. “Red is pulling his assets back to their base. Every single field informant is being recalled. He’s preparing something big.” Zev's expression did not change, but his fingers drummed once against the armrest of his chair. "It was only a matter of time."

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.