Razor Red Rising Novels & Stories

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."

“It’s not the time to fight each other.” Niliandra shifted her attention to Arasia because of what she said. “Shut up. I’m not talking to you,” said Niliandra in disgust at this seer. Because of this, the man Razor got angry. He turned the wheelchair towards Niliandra. “I told you to stop. I wouldn’t have let you come here if you kept acting like that,” Razor said firmly. His voice changed, and the calmness was gone. “Maybe you’re forgetting, I’m older than you. Don’t act like a teenager who’s having a tantrum.”

Chapter 7️⃣2️⃣ ❤️ Rise Of Tyranox (3) ❤️ Continuation From Last Episode: "What's happening to me?" Rozralas uttered, closing her eyes and trying to breath through her mouth and nose but somehow she was finding it very difficult to do that. Nevera ignored her question and focused on the red moon which was getting bigger and casting darkness all over the kingdom. Rozralas nose began to throb, and she felt a sticky warmth spreading beneath her nostrils. She tentatively touched her nose, and her gaze fell to her stained fingers. Blood.

"Generate. Bleed. Serve the Canopy." Participant 61 didn't walk into the arena; he erupted into it. He was a massive, heavily scarred riveter from the deep kinetic forges. The Red Rust had completely consumed his nervous system. His aura, viewed through Marcus's Chrome Diamond pupils, was a terrifying, jagged storm of toxic crimson spikes. His eyes were entirely black, dilated with sheer, psychotic agony. He was no longer a man; he was a vessel of pressurized, violent kinetic sickness desperately trying to explode.