Red Rising Razor Novels & Stories

She might have realized that this is the last time and wanted it to work. I just hope, too. So, at least, I would be able to forget Gray. I also want to find someone and not be stuck with a guy I’ve never known. “Are you ready?” Roselia whispered to me as she helped me go down the copter. I was so thankful that I wore my sneakers tonight so I wouldn’t have to balance my weight with heels. Like I said, I didn’t bother wearing any fancy clothes for today’s date. I wore my usual outfit which included a black top and a white trousers paired with a white sneakers. I don’t really like spending much on clothes or everything, especially that our billions is not my money to spend. It’s my parents' mo

She couldn't even bring herself to break the annoying alarm clock as this one was a customized one. The particular clock had a voice which always started with a sweet voice,"wakie wakie baby.... Rise and shine my queen..." But that was not the only reason, the reason we're never the words...nope... not at all... The reason was the voice... It belonged to Rudra... She still finds it a mystery to solve that how her friend caught a hold of Rudra's voice that too such sweet one... Groaning, she picked up her alarm clock on her nightstand, Sakshi looked at the time and said,

The cake that I ate with my fork was suddenly eaten by Jeffrey in one bite. "What kind of bracelet do you like? How about a rose one?" Every word of these sentences was like a needle in my flesh. Although it couldn't kill me, I was in great pain. I dropped my fork and said aloud, trying to calm myself down. "Yeah."

The sharp sound of scissors slicing through strands of hair echoed like a melody of liberation inside Haris’s luxurious apartment. Serena stared at her reflection in the large mirror before her. The long black hair that Dewangga once praised—the same hair he would stroke after belittling her—now fell onto the marble floor in rough, uneven pieces. When the final strand dropped, Serena stood still. Her hair now rested at shoulder length, cut into a sharp bob that framed her pale face with a newfound edge of authority. She brushed on light makeup, replacing her soft eyeliner with bold, defined strokes, and finishing with a deep crimson lipstick.

The space where I sank my teeth last night now held a detailed crescent moon with a crown above it. The masculine version of her mark graced my skin. Heavier lines with a more tribal bent, they surrounded my power signs—along with a new one. The new power manifested as three eyes in a pyramid shape, the bottom two eyes closed with the top third eye open. I pulled the neck of my shirt to the side so that they could see the matching moon, which I knew from my exam this morning also carried a crown, though I was unsure why I would be marked as royal.

We got to Rhodes Hall, but they were already gone, & had left more rogues for us to kill. Razor didn't care though. He was seeing red & would kill everything in his path to get to our mate. He picked up her scent easily enough & killed every rogue that stood in his path as he followed it. It took us deep into the forest, just outside the territory lines before we saw her. She was unconscious in the arms of a muscular bald man. We were still fighting off rogues, but I saw him slap a petite strawberry blonde woman.

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.”

he snapped. “Likewise,” I muttered, pulling out the card from Shay’s purse. I handed it to the bouncer. “Zaira Silvera,” I said with a dash of pride. He marked something on his clipboard and handed the card back to me. “All of them, Miss. Silvera,” he asked motioning to the long line of wolves behind me. “Ladies first and him,” I said pointing to the girls and Erik. “Karter can come too,” I said, noticing the bundle of red hair just joining the line.

He surged forward, his gnarled hands clasping me on either side of my face. “Make way, he needs immediate medical attention” he barked at the young Nephilim. His old face was lined with worry and I felt weak in the knees as the weight of my exhaustion pressed on me. Before I could lose my footing the dark haired Nephilim was on my other side, hoisting me up. “You look just like him you know” I muttered, my eyes tracking over his face. He cracked a wan smile. “I’m Raziel, one of the youngest” he said softly, his voice hardly above a whisper.

Chapter 12 Ryan walked to the table , the drinks were all lined up, first to finish their 5 bottles win He and Zach stood at the table , waiting for the signal for them to begin The club was alive with wild energy—flashing neon lights, deafening music, and the steady hum of voices blending with the bass. Ryan could feel the heat of the moment pressing against his skin as he stood face to face with Zach, his so-called friend who had just challenged his manhood in front of everyone.