Razor's Edge Book Novels & Stories

Yet Sharon moved it around like she was playing with a toy, and the smile on her face was not forced. Reaper’s edge was very different from Canyon’s Mouth. Unlike the aggressive looking Canyon’s Mouth, Reaper’s Edge had a very delicate look. It was a slender saber that was half Sarong’s height, and it was very beautiful. Its dark blade was joined to a white handle that served to provide beauty by contrast.

The surge ripples through Hallow’s Edge like a shockwave. Wind slams against vendor tents. Apples roll across the dirt. Birds explode out of the trees in a frantic cloud. People scream, ducking, scrambling for cover. And at the center of it all... Raven stands frozen, eyes wide, hair whipping around her like she’s caught in the eye of a storm. Emily grabs her, trying to pull her back, but the air around Raven crackles with raw, untrained magic. The ground hums beneath their feet. The woods lean forward, branches creaking, as if answering her.

Yet, I didn’t have the book when I landed myself in my current trouble, so maybe I should do more reading and less acting on my horniness. With that in mind, I flip open the book. I skim past the familiar chapters until my attention catches on something I don’t remember reading before. It’s a chapter farther back in the book, entitled, The Pleasant Torture of Edging from a Nerdy Boy. What the hell are these titles? Though I suppose it is effective. It catches my eye, after all. Quietly lambasting the author in my head, I skim through the chapter. Within it, the heroine is flirting with a shy, nerdy boy who mostly stammers at first – until the clothes come off. Then it’s like he’s an entirely

The obsidian blade goes through the grey Harvester’s plate as though the plate is warm wax, and the cut does not slow at the armor the way every law of the physical world says it should, because the engine is at full and full means the blade carries my entire frequency into the steel ahead of the edge, and the steel forgets, for one impossible instant, how to be solid.

Redemption begins and ends along the razor's edge. I halted atop the low rise directly before smoldering gates, utterly exposed. Hermes and Sage stood to the death behind me. The cutting edge razored beneath bloodied feet now. No chance nor hesitation spared. Lashing fury crashes down from above, righteous and without remorse. Lift your soul, cry out the traitorous name. Bring razing purification however it comes! "SCAR!!!"

A low growl started deep in his chest—a sound that vibrated through the metal bench and into my own bones. "Dust," Viggo rumbled. "Sulfur. And... fear. Old fear. Waiting fear." "Range?" "Close. The canyon ahead." I leaned forward to peer through the reinforced slit of the viewport. Outside, the world was a blur of red dust and grey rock. We were entering the Razor’s Edge. A narrow pass flanked by towering cliffs of unstable sandstone. It was the perfect kill zone. "Check weapons," Barzil ordered. The sound of charging gauntlets and safety catches clicking off filled the small space. Click-clack. I reached for the combat knife at my belt. My hand shook slightly.

I did the same thing and dissipated the fire. I, once again, used magic to unshelve every book off the shelves in his room. Silver spined books and glitter went flying everywhere in a whirlwind of fury as if the very air itself had erupted in a frenzy of chaos. Raphael used magic to part the whirlwind sending a silver glitter and book mess flying into all the adjacent walls. He snapped and produced a double-bladed staff. “Oh, playing dirty, are we?” I scoffed, as I snapped and produced a double set of samurai swords.

He’s right, I’m absolutely mortified. The way he stands between me and them is a protective move, but surely he knows they would never hurt me. “We were only reading.” Ryder holds up his book, one with a particularly muscular, bearded man on the front. I bought that book because the cover reminded me of Phoenix. "Mine is definitely the best so far." Ranger holds up his. I instantly recognise it as one of the more explicit ones. It has bondage, doctor role pay, and lots of edging, which for some reason really appeals to me, even though it sounds like torture of the best kind.

When Jacket was providing cover for him, Jim had already started forming a mystic technique, channeling all his spiritual power into the blade. In a moment, Jim's sword underwent a bizarre transformation. The entire long blade was now fiery red, flames engulfing it. The flames resembled lava, continuously dripping from the blade like flowing blood. Jim's momentum drastically changed; he looked like a Shura returned from hell. He stared fixedly at Sebastian, the flames on the blade reflecting in his pupils. For a moment, he truly seemed like a Shura returned from the abyss. "I'll take your life, in memory of my brother!"

he spat out An angry growl escaped from my throat and before I could make my way towards him, Kiara was already in front of him. A sound resonated throughout the room as she back handed him so hard that his head turned the other way. It was like a whiplash. A scream left his lips again and we all watched as another dagger flew through the air and embedded itself in his right shoulder. “Insult me one more time and I swear to the gods above that I will cut of your tongue and decorate the rest of your body with a thousand daggers before you could blink” Chaos said in monotone