Razor Red Rising Novels & Stories

“We hit the PR front. A media leak about a female entrepreneur acquiring Venari Group. No face. Just the name of the holding company: Phoenix Ascend.” Roman raised an impressed eyebrow. “Subtle.” Natalie smirked. “Not too subtle. I want him to start losing sleep.” Adrian did. Days passed, and the tension inside his chest grew with each new report. Anonymous buyers. Sudden PR moves. Boardroom whispers. The name "Phoenix Ascend" kept showing up like a ghost. He stared at the name on his tablet, the logo minimalistic yet evocative—a stylized phoenix with wings spread wide.

Alfred mistook my silence for embarrassment and pitifully offered me a glass of red wine. "Nelson, you've got to get out more. Stop obsessing over women all the time. Check this out. This bottle's on the house. Thirty thousand dollars a pop, reserved only for the big shots like us. This one bottle could easily pay your rent for the next few years. Here, try some," he said, handing me a glass.

Crystal whispered, “you’ll fall surrounded by people who once smiled at you.” She finished her drink and stood. Plans were already forming. And Mara— Mara would be the spark inside Red Claw. Crystal touched the window lightly. “This time,” she said quietly, “we burn her slowly.”

Giant spotlights split the Jakarta night sky, casting beams of blue and gold that could be seen for miles. In front of the most luxurious cinema complex in the city center, a red carpet stretched out like a shimmering river of blood beneath the flashing cameras. Tonight was not just a film premiere—it was the coronation of a queen of the film industry who had once been cast aside.

"A-And the turtles are being trained by a rat! A really tough fucking rat! And we're gonna roll over and take it! I mean we're not!... DON'T FUCK WITH OUR TURTLES!.... OR OUR WOMENS!" "HAHAHA" The radio DJ came back over the air dying in laughter. "And they sent in an image to strike fear into the hearts of their enemies. (The picture was the image of the group photo on the rock from the original Red Dawn with Patrick Swayze and Charlie Sheen, except it was photoshopped to make the group look half their actual size and put masks on them all.)

And the blush that was barely receding was back again. "I'm not a pretty little flower, Roses are as pretty as they are dangerous." He scoffed, standing up and even from where he was standing, I could see that he'll tower over me. He straightened out his suit jacket. Eyes boring into mine. "The only dangerous roses are those with thorns Rose, and you my dear, you have no thorns. You're a pretty little flower, a harmless little flower." He walked towards me till he was standing right Infront of me, towering over me as expected, I craned my neck just too look at him. "I'll be taking my leave now pretty flower, say hi to Mr. Potter for me."

My voice was calm, controlled. “We’ve confirmed the rise in rogue activity. I’ve dispatched elite warriors to the borders. But this isn’t just about defense.” I met each Alpha’s gaze, one by one. “It’s about unity. This kingdom has stood fractured for too long. Some of you hoard resources. Others ignore calls for aid.” A few shifted in their seats, uncomfortable. “Let me be clear,” I continued. “The Red Moon rises today. The magic it brings will not only strengthen our wolves, it will heighten everything. Emotions, instincts, aggression. If there was ever a time to present a united front, it is now.”

The Hollow Star rose earlier than it should have. Zara stood at the edge of the balcony, staring across the dark expanse of the Vale. Its light wasn’t silver or gold tonight—it was crimson. Not the soft blush of dawn, but the sharp red of blood swirling in water. Across the realm, rivers reflected it in winding ribbons, and even the clouds looked as though they had been bruised. Somewhere in the city below, wolves were howling. Not in unison. Not in mourning. Just… restless.

### Red Red knew what was coming, but still nothing could prepare him for the lancing pain it brought him to hear Misha fucking Lars. He knew he should’ve just run off, as far away as he possibly could within the infernal collar’s range, and busy himself fastidiously with hunting down some decent fresh meat. He needed to feed. He needed to KILL something. He meant to do all this noble and responsible things, he really did, but instead he found himself coming closer. The proverbial moth to the motherfucking proverbial flame. Like a man in a dream, he drifted slowly and inevitably closer to the sounds and smells of the incredibly unlikely couple fucking. He crested the final hill between them

Razor was a ferocious beast unlike any the wolves had ever seen, surely they knew they were coming to their deaths when they came here. Her link opened up & it was so weak I barely heard her. She said what I already knew, that they had wolfsbaned her. She said they were taking her to Clay, before I felt the connection to her disappear. It just evaporated, leaving a void in my mind & heart. Ofcourse this was the Donahue boy's doing. He staged this attack just so he could take her back, but I wouldn't allow that. The rogues kept coming at me, even more than before, & Razor kept killing them & pressing forward. He wouldn't let them take our mate, not after we had waited so long for her. We got