Red Rising Society Novels & Stories

Then she eyed Clarrise with disappointment. "Well, I do hope you will not regret this, brother." Nereza stormed out of the room after she uttered those words. "Summon a witch. I want this done on Rees' twentieth birthday," I ordered, dismissing Markus. And so, on Clarrise's twentieth birthday, I did something that change my fate, our fate. "Alpha Lucien, are you certain about this?" the witch asked with uncertainty. "Once your red string is broken you will no longer find your mate. You will forever be separated from her," she continues.

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:

and “stealing the company’s clients” One afternoon, a young woman from the finance department came to see me with red eyes. She said she had never offended me and asked if I could help refer her for a position.

I clenched my thighs together as my core heat up from just looking at this man and his eyes did not miss that movement as he gave me a smirk. I cleared my throat trying to act like I was not affected by him as I took a sip out of my drink. "And who said I was alone?" I asked nonchalantly giving him my full attention as I crossed my legs together. He brought his face closer to mine and I held my breath as he whispered "I can tell" He whispered before sweeping his tongue across his soft lips. He leaned back on his chair as he eyes my body. "You look stunning in red," He whispered gulping down his drink. "But you'll look even better riding my dick."

“The Rose and Thorns is a secret and exclusive club with only about fifty to seventy five members. The Red Velvet is just the face, a regular club, open to everyone.” “So it's like a secretive society?” I asked, looking up at him. “You could say that.” He answered. And as we reached the door, the men opened it for us to enter. . A. GUPTA

I search through the contacts, looking for Ethan's contact. 'What can you tell me about Rapture?' I text him. I watch as the three dots appear on the screen showing that he's typing. 'The rapture is an eschatological theological position held by some Christians, particularly within branches of American evangelicalism, consisting of an end-time event when all Christian believers who are alive, along with resurrected believers, will rise in the clouds, to meet the Lord in the air. -Wikipedia. I roll my eyes at his response. 'Arse.' I think to myself.

Heart beats fast. Igor leans on the wall. His coat is old. Buttons missing. He smokes. The smoke curls up like a ghost. Papa sits on the chair. Head in hands. His hair is gray now. More gray than last month. Igor sees me first. His eyes narrow. “Why red?” he asks Papa, not me. His voice is rough. Like gravel. “Red is for whores. White is better. She will look pure. Like she is.” Papa looks up. His eyes are red. Not from crying. From drinking. He rubs his chin. Slow.

Even though I have known for years that I would marry, I am at a loss for how to control my confusing emotions. ​The Registry is supposed to benefit both parts of the Founding Ten. An important part of the Crimson Ball is getting more donors to volunteer and more of the Eternal Order to partake so that we can continue to bridge our alliance. My snubbing the Registry publicly could be looked down upon but I have already fed tonight and want nothing more than to rescue Margot who looks so uncomfortable right now.

“Something at a publishing company, Aragon Enterprises or something. You’d look hot as an assistant.” “I’d look hot eating peanut butter in a cave, but that doesn’t mean I should,” I replied. “Touché. But seriously. You need to, like, interact with society. Or at least men. Hot ones. Who wear ties and look like they bite.” “Ew,” Elias groaned. “Sorry, baby, grown-up talk,” Rhea winked. “I’m literally fourteen.” “Exactly. Time to start learning what red flags look like.” I laughed. “If I wanted red flags, I’d just open my old texts.”

“This was a coordinated assault on every deity across the globe. Putting the Aztec death goddess in the Goddess’s Realm wasn’t random. They expect us to try and take it back. She may be powerful, but I doubt she’s the only one guarding it.” “She’s right,” King Oberon of the Seelie Court agrees. “We’ll need a distraction. A real attack somewhere else to split their focus.” “And we have to go after the Riding Hoods,” I add. “The Red One—my mother—is out there somewhere. If we ignore her, she’ll lead them right to us.” Nora nods. “She’s right.” “Three teams, then,” Zak says. “One for the Goddess’s Realm. One for the distraction. One for Ios—to finish the Riding Hoods.”