Red Rising Novel Novels & Stories

And landing on his chest. When the door to my room opens, it isn't Cayden who has come to my rescue. 5, she-wolves enter my room, all ready to fight. I recognized 2 of them as my sister omega's from Stone Moon Rising. The other 3, I assume, are nurses from the hospital. The Alpha had managed to shift beneath us. We jumped off of him.

"There it is," Mira said softly. She was standing at the tall window of Lena's chamber, looking at the sky, and her voice had the quality of someone who had been waiting a long time for a particular view. "The Red Moon." It was not yet fully risen. It sat at the horizon like something that had decided to arrive slowly, on purpose — a deep amber that was warming toward red as Lena watched, the color of things on the edge of combustion. The rest of the sky was its usual Citadel darkness, starless and close, and the Moon's rising against it was arresting: specific, deliberate, like a word spoken into absolute silence.

So she waited. The beast howled as it leapt over the fence. Still she waited. ‘Why hasn’t that stupid Alpha done anything yet … What is he waiting for?’ Her breath caught in her throat. The beast leapt. She saw the gleam of its vicious teeth as they approached to close around her neck. ‘I waited too long… I’m dead’ Her life flashed before her. She closed her eyes. “Bang” Instead of piercing pain, all that greeted her was warmth. She gasped and opened her eyes. She was in the arms of the Alpha.

As the pack wolves fought bravely against Alexei, hoping to restrain him, his feral rage only escalated. He tore through them without hesitation, consumed by a bloodlust that couldn't be contained. Novel closed her eyes, allowing her magical essence to flood through her veins. She rose slowly off the ground, floating for a brief second before vanishing into thin air with the speed of lightning.

Love. Because love refines your soul and will make you worthy of being loved. Forgive. Because we all make mistakes, and we all deserve second chances. Trust. Because life has a way of making things right even when everything seems like a dead-end. Don’t give up. Because you never know what good thing is waiting for you just around the corner. Thank you for sticking with me until the end of this journey and I if you enjoyed this story, consider leaving ratings and review. It would help the algorithm recognize it and share this novel with more people. Also, check my other books here that have been completed. Maybe you like them…

The red wolf looks over at me and tilts its head. It’s surreal. There’s this quiet moment of understanding between us. And it lowers its head slightly, coming closer. There’s all this loud death and chaos around, but I am mesmerized by this moment. It lowers its head to mine and for a second we press our foreheads together. I breathe in and somehow through the blood and sweat soaked all around, I smell… jasmine. How odd.

WITCHES: THE RISING PLOT The era of witches is gone forgotten by all but a few who has lived through it. However, a teenage girl discovers her powers in an unexpected manner. With the unlike squad she has come to regard as family, what are the challenges they will face in a world predominantly governed by humans? Will they come out whole, alive, unscarred and unscathed? CHAPTER 1 PILOT Clara’s POV:

It had to be Kellina’s joy sweeping over all of us as her emotions got away from her. After watching and allowing almost every single red wolf to approach her, our Alpha Braun made his typical grunting noise loudly enough for Kellina to turn to him and nod acknowledging him. Braun nodded back and then looked at Athena. I too took her in and saw Athena’s slender figure and fiery green eyes with her long, beautiful fire-red hair going down to her bottom. I felt something inside stirring and my wolf was desperate, but I brushed it off. “Crimson Priestess, has the Red Crescent Pack made their decision?” Kellina looked over at the elderly woman and held her hand then spoke to them all whispering

Unlike the usual yellow glow he used to see, this was different. They were blazing red. The color of an alpha. This was unbelievable as it meant one thing. Once in ages, an alpha was reborn of the purest of souls. A true alpha and one who could not be killed. The color went off and his eyes returned to normal as if nothing had happened. The boy clearly had not noticed. Grimshaw was utterly shaken as this was a threat to his existence. He had to do something and

I wondered, as I stared up at the sky, who would come out on top or would we lose everything. VERITY I flexed my hand, feeling nothing but softness underneath, not just underneath; all around me. Lazily I slid my eyes open and saw nothing but white surrounding me, and rubbing my cheek against Shamshiel’s downy feathers, marveling at the softness against my skin. His wing shifted, opening slowly, and I saw his bare torso, the muscles rippling as his wing moved. I felt like I was coming out of a cocoon and looked up into his face, a small smile on his lips. In his hands he had the Bible. I raised a brow at his choice of reading.