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.”

Do your boss have any family?” Erica questioned Aslam “No miss it’s only him and few servants and guards” Aslam replied as they all finally reached last step “Fuck…” mike and erica both cursed in unison by standing on top 200th step, it was then the reluctantly saw a abundance ‘Red coloured palace’ standing tall and proud in front of their eyes, Mike , Erica and Meenakshi all kept staring at traditional Indian palace which was completely covered in bright deep red coloured walls also it was surrounded by a unimaginable vast garden which had thousands of flowers around which there were hundreds of butterfly flying around, the view they were witnessing was simply majestic, their whole surround

Like I've been here before. Is this the Demon Realm? "Maple, run to the woods. Now!" I hear a man's voice in panic. He stood six feet tall, with long black, and eyes as red as blood. Behind him are nine fox tails as he unleashes a wave of his magic black flames, killing ferals. "Ruvik!" The beautiful young woman screamed behind him. She had long silver hair as it shone brightly from the moon. Her eyes were a vibrant violet color - like amethyst. I'm in her arms, holding tightly like a precious thing is a baby.

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."

It was an irrefutable fact. Red roses.