Razor Red Rising Novels & Stories

A woman shouts frantically and a large group of people start to run towards the direction that she's pointing at. Turning around to see what was going on, a hard body slams into mine causing me to lose my balance. A pair of strong arms snake themselves around my tiny waist saving me from falling onto the wet grass. My hands rest on his broad shoulders hidden behind the fabric of his black blazer and my eyes fix onto his marble-colored hazel ones.

The citizens, caught in the fervor of the moment, found solace and strength in their shared commitment to safeguarding their future. Rhesus, standing amidst the fervent assembly, absorbed the energy pulsating from the crowd. He raised his hand, acknowledging the support, and the crowd responded with an uproar of approval. "To the halls of resistance, we march!" Rhesus proclaimed, his voice carrying over the sea of faces. "Let this day be remembered as the birth of our defiance!"

He pushed open the back door, letting in a slice of cool air before it slammed shut behind him. She didn’t stop the lesson. Just pressed her hand gently to Dollface’s back and said, “Try again. This time with your core engaged.” Outside, Red climbed the metal stairs to the roof. The night wrapped around him like a tight coat. He lit a cigarette with one hand, the other buried deep in his pocket, and stared out at the city, trying to shake off the foul taste of the bouncers’ voices. . . .

"Speaking of Saturday’s fight…" I sighed. Here we go. "Got a new one lined up for you, out near the old steel mill." I stopped mid-wrap. The steel mill? That place was notorious. Fewer rules, bigger bets, bloodier fights. "Who’s the guy?" I asked, already knowing I wasn’t going to like the answer. "‘Razor’ Redding." My stomach dropped. Shit. I knew that name. Everyone in the underground fight scene did. Razor Redding wasn’t just a brawler. He was a monster.

Her white dress stained red at the hem. The girl's gaze found Aria's, sharp and unyielding. When the girl spoke, the voice wasn't hers but poured like smoke into Aria's mind: Run, little bloom. Or become the fire. Aria woke gasping, drenched in sweat. Tears blurred her vision. Outside, the sky bled red. She rose, heart pounding. The fourth bloom opened quietly behind the poetry books. Her phone lit up again. Jules: "We're moving. Now. We can't wait anymore."

I don't know why I always come to her or what has been left because there was nothing between us to start with in the first place. We drove all the way to come to a bar where the women didn’t know the two idiots I call my band members. Their reputations are steadily growing. Mike is the one who plays bass and Ryan who is also Rebel's twin brother is the guitarist and instrument player while Rebel is the drummer and while I am the lead singer, Tyler is the rhythm guitarist. Mike and Ryan like to fuck over and needs women like they need air for breathing, nothing serious but just fucking and some nonsensical shit. Tyler is no other than both but yeah good looks can do charms and one more perk

/ "I apologize, my friend, but this time, I'm rooting for Lavender. She's destined to win!" Particularly in two spots within the stadium, where Kanji and Cemal, acting as fervent cheerleaders, stood and cheered for Ravyn at the top of their lungs even before the match began. "Now, on the red side, we have the frontrunner, solidifying his position as the number one among the 8 Rising Stars with an unwavering performance. He even managed to defeat Demon Princess Gabrielle with a single powerful attack, settling the debate for the best Rising Star with an unquestionable outcome. Will he maintain his status as the era's strongest AB trainee? Let's see if his flawless path can conquer the one dar

Tesha says. “How can you do this?” Iris asks. “How could you stand by and watch innocent women get raped and tortured? How could you stand by and watch a dragon get beaten to the point that his scales ripped off? You did nothing. What we’re doing is showing you that there are consequences for your actions or your lack thereof,” I say, my voice becoming hard. “All of us have had a hard life. None of us would have stood by and allowed that. If you want a chance to redeem yourselves, this is the price. Otherwise, choose Fordin’s way and die. Choose now.”

I shift and aim to attack. * ~~~~~~~ **** ~~~~~~~ * *Meadow* My heart is pounding fast as I watch the battle from a safe distance. I am excited watching Caleb howl a small victory as they eliminated two of them. I am not thirsty for blood, but I am hungry for Ignitious' head on a plate. "They are doing an incredible job, I applaud that," Says Raziel as he watches with interest. Truth is that Caleb has an amazing talent to coordinate and execute battles like this, and according to Alex, he has always been good at it. My anxiety can't be hidden as I watch eagerly for what will happen next.

“Just a lot to handle.” I hesitated. “I wanted to tell you—Rosa’s new venture? It’s with Mason’s new brand. It’s called Rising Row.” Silence. Then—“That sounds amazing.” “We’re thinking dinner soon to discuss branding. Want to join?” Raiden exhaled. “Oh… baby, that sounds lovely, but my dad needs me right now.” “Oh.” My chest sank. “Everything okay?” “Yes, just… busy. But I trust your judgment.” I swallowed. “Okay. Take care, yeah?”