Razor's Edge Book Novels & Stories

Alpha Aura's men surrounded Alpha Rasmore as they were asked, but they never attacked. They surrounded him in such a way that he was in the middle while their bulky bodies shielded him as if he were in a bomb blast area. They were all empty-handed because the moment Alpha Aura yelled at them, asking them to attack, they all dropped their swords and walked towards Rasmore. Alpha Aura squinted his thick eyebrows together, wondering what was going on. His heart had already taken on a different rhythm, and he was sweating profusely. He'd never had that feeling before, or had he? It had been so long that he'd forgotten about it. What he remembers is that something bad happened thereafter, and tha

Trisha doubted that will happened but if it did, she was gone. The thoughts that it could be her last night if she closed her eyes for as much as a millisecond her discomfort. She sighed as the door to her dormitory opened, without doubt, she knew it was Nora. She wrapped her sweaty palm around her wand tighter which was tucked in her blanket. She had no plans on using it, but if Nora tried anything funny, she wasn't going to hesitate to blast her till her charred, lifeless body was flung the other side of the room like a piece of meat.

The razer sharp claws could cut through someone with one swipe of the hand. Before I could get a better look around. They started to attack me instantly. Fuck I'm going to kill all of them for leaving me here. As I threw out fire it did nothing but anger them. I watched as the one I burned absorbed the fire causing me to groan. After multiple attempts, I used ice and that seemed to do something. They all started to run around like chickens with their heads cut off.

We turned towards the group that were cornering us and we faced men holding sickles, knives and axes, challenging us. The first howl to echo on the road was Adam’s, my leader, transforming himself beside me, growling with his open and salivating mouth, in a defensive position, protective. And the second was my own, freed by the proximity to death, thirsty for bathing myself in blood, ready to tear the guts of my enemies. MAGGIE

Henna will be mad if she has to buy me new books already. This stupid shade over my head is doing less to nothing to protect me from the rain. It's started to get really cold now. The wind is blowing ghastly almost, it seems like it must be storming in some places. Glad it's not happening here. I wouldn't like the idea of getting washed away from the earth with the harsh wind as much as Gabriel would like that. I have to admit though, I really like storms, I don't know why but It gives me inner peace, makes me all giddy for some unknown reason.

River's fingers danced across the spines, devouring titles that whispered promises of resilience and courage. "The Blind Voyager", "The Lame Warrior's Triumph", "Against All Odds", and "Unlikely Heroes" each resonated deeply, but one title in particular caught her eye: "The Story of Alero, Blind Healer". With gentle reverence, River pulled out the slim volume, its cover adorned with intricate, raised patterns that evoked the delicate petals of a flower. The book did not come out alone, it came with another document: a large parchment like the one in her dream!

Razion was already up and engaged Jered in a fist fight. He launched a left straight punch that landed on the nose of the deity. Jered takes a step backwards before retaliating with a punch also, damaging the faceplate of the Protectorate. Jered swung his sword at him; Razion drew his nevok vertically and deflected the attack. Jered jumped back before engaging Razion with another strike, who simply blocked it off.

"I promise. No one will hurt you while you are here." Mira studied her face for a long moment, and then she nodded slowly. "Okay," she said. "I trust you." The rogue turned to Kael. "Aldrian's weapon. It is called the Edge of the Blade. It was forged in the blood of a wolf-less woman who was sacrificed to the old magic. It can cut through anything. Even a white wolf." Lyra felt the moonstone grow warm against her chest. "And you know where it is?"

The Edge of Resolve Zara's gasps were quick and raspy in the silent air as her feet pounded the uneven ravine floor. With each step, the weight of the book and the crystal in her satchel pulled at her, but she was more aware of Kael's voice telling her to go than she was of her own fatigue. As she ran farther into the ravine, the terrain changed. A tiny route cut through steep cliffs, and the jagged rocks seemed to shut in. With every step she travelled, the distant clash of conflict became less audible as a small stream flowed along the base, its sound steady and quiet.

A dangerous allure pulsed in its presence, tempting me with the illusion of control over an internal tempest. Kneeling, my back met the cold wall, my knees drawn close to my chest. The razor felt cool against my trembling fingers. As I observed its ominous beauty, the desire to sever the physical pain mirrored the chaos within. I hesitated, caught in a struggle between the longing for relief and the innate instinct for self-preservation. The blade, a silent witness to the turmoil, hung in the air, its promise of escape tauntingly within reach. The bathroom held a heavy silence, broken only by the rhythmic sounds of my breaths and the persistent echoes of his lies. The razor's cold touch agai