Red Rising Razor Novels & Stories

Drake marveled at the craftsmanship—the intricate engravings, the polished wood, and the flawless mechanisms that promised precision. "These rifles are more than just weapons," Simon remarked, his gaze fixed on the display. "They are symbols of power". Drake's fingers brushed over the barrel of a rifle, his mind racing with images of action and danger. He imagined a sharpshooter aiming down the sight, the tension of the trigger, and the explosion of power that followed. These were instruments that required skill and focus, where a single shot could change the course of events. As they moved on, a collection of knives came into view—blades that glistened in the dim light like facets of a hidd

Alfred mistook my silence for embarrassment and pitifully offered me a glass of red wine. "Nelson, you've got to get out more. Stop obsessing over women all the time. Check this out. This bottle's on the house. Thirty thousand dollars a pop, reserved only for the big shots like us. This one bottle could easily pay your rent for the next few years. Here, try some," he said, handing me a glass.

Josh stood near the others. He was a bit of an interesting one with his preference for shaving his head completely bald even in wintertime. He was a good fighter though, with a wide chest and big barrel arms. Of course, whenever he opened his mouth, you could pretty much bet that whatever was about to come out was a tall tale; and good luck getting him to stop once he got going. He now stood pensively staring at the ground, silent for once.

He needed capital to get started, and he had a clear idea of how to raise it. This is why I focus on his emphasis on anonymity, something that can make the audience feel a sense of safety and control in their own lives. This was the component that had come to him slowly, over the first year inside, and that had become, over time, the cornerstone of everything else. He would build his empire without a public face. No interviews, no profiles, no photographs in the press. A name on documents — a legal name, his own, because he had nothing to hide — but no image, no story, no presence in the world that could be tracked or targeted or used against him. He had learned, at considerable personal cos

Chapter Seven: A BREACH IN SECURITY Rojean opened her eyes, her hands shielding them from the glare of the light from the window which curtains were opened. Her phone kept buzzing that caused her to wake up from her slumber. It didn’t bother her as she didn’t really have the time at the moment to go over any thought process but once she took a peek at her phone and Krister was constantly sending her messages, she sat up and breathed out. She realised that it was a quarter and a half past 7 and that it was too early to be dealing with Krister’s business but nevertheless she called him up to know what was going on.

The contrast in their stature was quite glaring as Razor almost towered him in height. “Look.” Razor said, swatting Chris’ hand away from his chest. “I am not here to impress anyone. My goal is to do my best and become stronger. If your father likes it, that’s good. If he doesn’t, then I’ll work on my area of weakness. As for you, you better watch your mouth. Not everyone is as they seem and there is more to some people than their looks alone. If you think I have it in mind to impress you, then you must be delusional. If you don’t like me or you are not impressed, guess what? I don’t give a fuck."

Ransom “My pet serial killers haven’t returned. What do you make of that?” Razor asks, sitting beside me on the bed I’m strapped down on. I grunt, shaking my head since I cannot do much else gagged. He snaps a picture of him washing my neck with makeup remover to reveal the hidden tattoos. This stars-damn fucker keeps ruining my makeup! It makes me furious. Well, my version of furious is murdery. Murdery, for me, is a simmer, not a full rolling boil angry like Jase gets.

Like I've been here before. Is this the Demon Realm? "Maple, run to the woods. Now!" I hear a man's voice in panic. He stood six feet tall, with long black, and eyes as red as blood. Behind him are nine fox tails as he unleashes a wave of his magic black flames, killing ferals. "Ruvik!" The beautiful young woman screamed behind him. She had long silver hair as it shone brightly from the moon. Her eyes were a vibrant violet color - like amethyst. I'm in her arms, holding tightly like a precious thing is a baby. It's me.

What the hell happened to me? The one thing I couldn’t accept. The one thing truly gave me pause. The one thing I can't even bring myself to touch is the Crescent moon with a star in its centre, which now stands proudly on my right temple. It is jet black, making it more striking against my pale skin. What the hell! Did I get stabbed, and they thought... hell... perfect time to tattoo her without her permission! And ON MY FACE! Are they kidding? Star barks out laughing, and I frown, annoyed at her behaviour. Ready to chew her out for laughing at my anger, the door suddenly bursts open. In barrels Camron and Carson with panicked looks on their faces. Camron storms over to me, looking for dang

I declared. Kent’s attention was back on me. He lifted his hands. I saw one of his nails transform into a long, curved, sharp shape. He touched my cheeks with this nail. His touch left traces of heat as he trailed down to my neck. I swallowed because I realized I had forgotten to breathe and he moved along with the movements of my throat.