Red Rising Razor Novels & Stories

"Biting someone not only makes them Lupine, it also helps heal their wounds. It's like a second Rebirth, but I just hope it would be enough. Now it's just left to how much blood she lost and if she'll be able to recover—" I was already speeding back to the fight, the red glint in my eyes burning and a sword held tightly in my left arm. I needed to end this. As I sped through the onslaught, I slashed at any unmarked wolf that got in my way. I saw Alzaraq, he was still in wolf form but was bleeding all over. Hardaj got closer to him and lunged for his throat.

her friend began, their voice cracking. But Nyxara was never one for hesitation. Instinct overrode thought. She lunged, fingers closing around the nearest weapon—a compact knife hidden just beneath the console. Her body moved with lethal grace, Krav Maga training surging through her muscles. In one fluid motion, she closed the gap, snapping her friend’s wrist with a swift twist, sending them sprawling to the ground. The knife materialized in her grip, silver glimmering with cold promise. “Don’t. Fucking. Move,” she snarled, her voice as sharp as the blade she held. The words hung in the air, heavy as a death sentence.

If she wasn’t aware of his true nature she would have considered him ruggedly handsome. His tall figure cast an imposing frame. His grey hair, though what one would expect from an elderly person, instead radiated a warmth, its youthful glow instead evoking the comforting presence of a moonlit night. His eyes though… his eyes were his most dangerous feature. The sapphire blue seemed to be lit with an inner fire. She could swear they seemed to glow. It was like they could see right through you and look into your very deepest and darkest secret. She struggled to maintain her composure around him yesterday. Luckily, any incongruent actions were just taken as her being an amnesiac.

On her eighteenth birthday, Nyra believes the Moon Goddess has finally blessed her—mating her to her longtime boyfriend, Prince Dante. It feels like destiny. Until the ceremony begins… and Dante rejects the bond in front of everyone. Then he chooses her sister instead. Broken and humiliated, Nyra is thrown away as a “rejected bond” and handed to the Crown’s most feared enforcer. But the Moon Goddess never makes mistakes… and this bond is only the beginning.

“At the origin point. And he’s carrying a piece of the Bloodmoon Mark in his blood. The ground knows.” “So he’s a carrier,” I said. “All three of us are,” Rhydian replied. The road curved and through the trees I could finally see it, the gold light rising in columns, unreal and beautiful, nothing like I pictured when I woke up today. And right in the center, too far to see but easy to find, a single unmoving shape in silver light. Soren, alone, while four hundred wolves watched. My phone buzzed. Soren. Finally.

I squeezed my eyes shut and took deep, trembling breaths, but the whispers refused to stop, repeating their accusations with cruel repetition. My vision blurred, tears mixing with frustration and exhaustion. My gaze drifted toward the cabinet, pulled there by something unseen. I didn’t even realize when I opened it or when my fingers found the razor tucked inside. Before I knew it, the blade was in my hand, cold and sharp against my palm.