Razor Red Rising Novels & Stories

Not just that, my nails are growing longer and sharper. "Is he experiencing a resurgence?" I faintly hear Rex asking Brenda. But then, the pain disappears just like that, along with the changes in my hands. My racing breath begins to stabilize, and my sweat-soaked body leaves me utterly helpless. All my strength seems to drain away. It's only then that Brenda and Rex approach me, trying to help me up.

The front pages of various financial newspapers were filled with jarring pictures of Stewart Enterprise’s office building being sealed up. What followed was an exclusive report of Eternatus’ newly-promoted senior manager, Jansen Griffin. Crash! A cheap wine glass shattered to pieces on the greasy floor. Wanda was all curled up on a torn and tattered couch in a dimly-lit rental apartment. Her bloodshot eyes were staring at a photo in a news report. Hatred churned in her stomach. “It’s him! He destroyed me and ruined everything I had!” Wanda took a huge gulp of alcohol as she cursed under her breath.

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 was flanked by his own riders, their colors a stark, ugly contrast to ours. “Smart choice, little bird,” Razor jeered, his eyes flicking over me with an insultingly slow appraisal. “Picking the pretty boy.” My stomach tightened. “He’s more than that.” Razor laughed, a harsh, grating sound. “Oh, I know what he is. He’s the one who’s gonna lose. You chose the wrong rider, darlin’. Should’ve stuck with the muscle.” His gaze cut to Jax, then back to me, lingering again. “Or maybe you just like a good show.”

A glint of appreciation danced in Briella’s eyes as she watched the rapid lines of code scroll by. Now this was more like the Beauty she’d raised. “Not bad,” Briella murmured, lips curling up. “But… just a little short.” With a tap of the Enter key—BOOM. Red Rose’s assault collapsed like a house of cards. “UGH! Gross! I’m out!” Red Rose slammed the laptop shut and yanked off her headset, stalking over to the bar in her stilettos. She poured herself a shot of cocktail and downed it like it was water.

Red. Is the idiot....... blushing?

[Have you ever heard of IronRose and NeoNinja? ***

"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.

Further in the distance, prominent hills rose, and with the sun positioned just perfectly, their summits appeared bathed in a reddish hue. Ah, Crimson Hills. “The king must have busted your ass. You were a little slow there,” Zayyan grinned, clapping his hand on Rhys’ back. Slow?! Rhys felt outraged by Zayyan’s insult. Did he not see his flips and dodging? Rhys sighed, “Maybe we should spar and see if I’m slow then.” Zayyan cocked a brow. “Nah-ah, we need to focus, and I can’t walk for days after training and sparring with you. Come on. It’s not long now.”