Razor's Edge Book Novels & Stories

She began to understand why men and women who feared such power would do anything to stop it from coming to pass. Suddenly, a wave of dizziness slammed into her, as if the air had turned thick. She shut her eyes, the book sliding from her hands onto the table with a dull thump. Colors burst behind her eyelids, and then she saw it—a vision burning bright in her mind: Ezra standing in a courtyard at twilight, his sword drawn, warriors battling all around.

She was starving! The inn was quaint with yellow papering on the walls, blue glass lamps in the corners along with a huge bookshelf on one end filled with an assortment of books and writings. There were round tables spread throughout and a staircase leading up to the rooms beside the bar. Rose loved the reading chairs in the corners by the bookshelf the most.... she may spend a night or two snuggled up with a book in one of those huge chairs. A kindly man stood behind the bar and introduced himself as Mr. McGrath the innkeeper. He had been expecting us and had two rooms prepared and a staff room for our driver. Sean’s room would be connected to Rose’s by a door that locks on one side....

The name hung unspoken—but present—above the book like a word that had yet to be pronounced by existence. “I remember the sound,” Elthara said, voice shaking. “Not the name. The sound it made when I tore it from the sky.” The dagger trembled. Her twin blinked. “You shouldn’t. You weren’t supposed to.” Aelrian surged forward, light flashing in his palm, and cast a barrier between them. The twin staggered back, shrieking like a broken bell. Elthara’s fingers closed around the edge of the book—not the ink, not the story—but the spine itself. And it pulsed.

The book—Olivia’s book—sat open on a crate, its pages yellowed and curling, the Latin words staring back at me like a lifeline. I wiped my brow, sweat stinging my eyes, and grabbed the knife from my belt. The silver blade felt heavy, its weight a promise. Three lycans—one alpha, one on the path, one no longer an alpha. Their blood would purge this curse from me, strip the venom that clawed at my bones. I’d tried before, failed before, but this time I had the right ones. The shaman swore it. I stepped to Rourke, pressing the blade to his throat, my pulse hammering. His eyes fluttered open, dark and defiant, but he didn’t speak. I pressed harder, a thin red line blooming under the edge, and th

I am Zeiah, I grew up thinking that everybody around me is ordinary and I am like them, but that's what I thought. I remembered everything, from the growl of that notorious creature, the slashing of the swords, and the explosion, all of it was clear. I close my eyes, quivering into the ideas which my mind could only bear. How I wish everything were just a nightmare. I let out a deep breath and found myself in the middle of nowhere.

Razor said. “ This is going to hurt you badly isn’t it.” I asked. “ More than you know. It isn’t going to be me that helps you through your first shift. I won’t be by your side when she shows herself to the world the first time. It won’t be my mark she bares.” Razor said. The more he talked the sadder he sounded. I pulled back to look at him. “ Razor this is really eating at you isn’t it?” I asked. “ Yes, my beauty, it is. It breaks my heart every day.” he says.

“What the bloody hell is that?” I moved away from Ryker, my eyes were solely fixated on the book. Wiping away the shattered glasses, I did not care if it would hurt me. Once it was clean, I read the book to Ryker. “It is the Book of The Damned.” All I wanted was to get a hold of that book and satisfy my curiosity but when I did, I could feel the power surging from the book, my hands were painfully attached to it. Then the book opened, forcing my palm to hold it up the pages started to flip rapidly. So many images flashed through my mind but none of which I recalled. The book slammed shut and I blinked. I turned to Ryker and swallowed before finding my voice to speak, “Did you see that?”

"You cannot take him down. You do not understand how deep this goes." "Help me understand." He looked at the sky. Then at his hands. Then back at me with the expression of a man standing at the edge of something he could not come back from regardless of which direction he stepped. "His name is Victor Hale," Razor said quietly. The name landed in the cold air between us. I had never heard it before. But something about the way Razor said it, carefully, like the syllables themselves had weight, told me that it was the most important name I had ever been given.

Bad move. We had yet to understand Aeron's breed, and their speed was unmatched, but I could not bear the sight, so I moved close and poured the water on his face. I shouldn't have because he opened his jet-black eyes and growled at me. Making me step back. He wasn't in his senses. I felt like bolting, but I guess I was too slow. Because before I could dart for the door, Razor came at me. Xia took over immediately to dodge his grip.

Chapter Twenty-Eight: Blood on the Blade The Moon’s Eye Temple was a furnace of flame and fury. Steel rang as Rowan’s blade clashed with Darius’s, their movements fast and brutal, like twin storms locked in a deadly dance. Sparks flew as iron met iron, the enchanted weapons pulsing with old magic — one born of the Elders’ control, the other of rebellion and fire. Lyra stood frozen for only a moment, her eyes wide with heartbreak and disbelief. Rowan — the boy in her mother's bedtime stories, the nameless savior from the shadows — was real. And now, he was the one trying to kill her.