Red Rising Society Novels & Stories

“Wanda Stewart, please don’t regard yourself so highly. I am completely not interested in what happens to your entire family. “Please don’t call me again. “Otherwise, I don’t mind letting you have a taste of being completely ruined.” I hung up. In the darkness, I felt a part of my heart turning numb. The woman who stole eight years of my youth, the woman whom I once saw as my whole world, finally showed me her ugliest side. - My very first victory in Eternatus drew the attention of many people in charge of core departments in the company. The first to extend an olive branch my way was Shiloh Griffin.

Trust was a currency, and debts accrued with every favor. Every move exacted a price. Every alliance came with invisible shackles. Nyxara understood the cost, and unlike her rivals, she was not afraid to pay. Because in her world, survival didn’t belong to the strongest or the most cunning—but to those who recognized that every battle began and ended within. She flexed her hand, feeling the promise of action in her bones. Whatever the game, whatever the stakes—she was ready.

I said. He met my eyes, shook once, then hid his face in his hands. Vael’s people drew close. An older woman, gray-haired, gentle, knelt next to him and laid her palm on his back, and for a moment the whole clearing was just that, us, the sun, holding space for something new and raw. I stood again and stepped back. Rhydian watched me. When I met his eye, he didn’t look away. “So that’s the third form,” I said softly, to him, to Malek and Soren right behind him. “It isn’t power. It isn’t ability. It’s everything they tried to bury, rising up.”

They can't keep their hands off eachother. As his band gets recognition and everything starts to turn around for them, Faris finds himself caught in a controversy one that could ruin his career and his dream. The band faces backlashes and is on the edge of breaking and on the other hand everything turns upside down in his fairytale love story.

Natawa naman si Hellios at nagtuloy na kami sa paglilinis. end of flashback... Who am I? I am Kiyoshi. I am Crimson. I am a Manslayer. I am who I want me to be. I am a person with a random character. It depends on how I want to play my game. Yes, a game that only I understand. A game that is played by us, The Death Legion. We are founded by the Director. We play to satisfy. We play to entertain. We play our own game with no rules and there is only one winner. The Annihilators themselves.

He snarled, "Do you even know who I am? I'm an elder of the Crimson Alliance—surrender now, or even if you kill the Maddens, our clan will hunt you to the ends of the earth." "He's right, Andrew!" Tony chimed in, suddenly hopeful. "Touch me, and the Crimson Alliance will never stop hunting you. You probably don't know this, but they're the force behind East Side's power!" Andrew shook his head dismissively. "The Crimson Alliance? Should I be impressed? Sorry, but I don't keep track of every minor league martial arts organization out there."

The citizens, caught in the fervor of the moment, found solace and strength in their shared commitment to safeguarding their future. Rhesus, standing amidst the fervent assembly, absorbed the energy pulsating from the crowd. He raised his hand, acknowledging the support, and the crowd responded with an uproar of approval. "To the halls of resistance, we march!" Rhesus proclaimed, his voice carrying over the sea of faces. "Let this day be remembered as the birth of our defiance!"

One month later. The Grand Ballroom of the Hotel Indonesia Kempinski was filled with the elite of Jakarta’s social and business circles. It was the official launch of the Citra Zea Foundation, an organization dedicated to providing legal aid and psychological support for victims of domestic violence and corporate exploitation. Serena stood at the podium, dressed in a stunning emerald-green kebaya. She looked radiant, but her beauty was now tempered with a formidable authority. She wasn't just a filmmaker anymore; she was a philanthropist and a titan of industry.

I looked it up and printed out a map, I made a rough plan of where I would place each guard. I was shocked when Ryan walked into my room while I was placing the last couple of markers on the map. “Dude, dinner is ready” He walked up to the map and then faced me. “Is this the map of where Phillip is going to take her?” he whispered. “Yeah, all the pins are where I am going to be placing the guards” “What do the colours stand for?” “Red is sniper, green is hand to hand and blue is standard guard” “You going to be a sniper?”

I have feelings to consider, to understand and to feel that I just waited for someone that I deserve their love and deserves mine. I just bumped into someone who's fine-looking, he's named Articus Lawson. My future husband, the one that I am looking for. A tall guy with high regard to everyone. You kissed my forehead while laying down at your limb, you're holding a red thread and you tied it to our pinky fingers and asked, " You know this?" I looked at your dazzling eyes but I have no clue what it was for. " It is the Red ​Thread of Fate". I just closed my eyes. It was the last that I saw you and I couldn't ever open my eyes again. My last tears touched you, hope in our next life I can abut