Red Rising Trilogy Novels & Stories

"I contacted the Blackridge Investigation Bureau with a clear conscience. Every single elder who stood by while my blood was spilled will pay for what they did. You deserve every piece of hell coming for you." The handsome, sharp-featured face of Damon Cross—the student council president and chief interrogator of the Crimson Council—seems to shake. He stares at me, his icy gray eyes tracking the subtle rise and fall of my heavy chest. The intense scent of my aroused wolf hits him, making his nostrils flare.

“I will not stop until the Crimson Blood Pack is reduced to a memory until their name survives only as a warning carved into history.” He took a slow breath. “They will be hunted, broken. Erased so completely that nothing remains to rise again.” Still, there was no rage in him. No reckless hunger for blood. Only certainty… cold and absolute. “Their pack will fall,” Riven continued. “Their lands will bleed. Their Alpha will learn what it means to awaken something far worse than himself.” He paused then, watching Mira closely.

Victory's glow in Chapter 25 sealed with a final love scene under stars, Alya and Kael's bodies entwining, tattoos blazing, passion a testament to growth. Veyra’s escape in Chapter 26 left a curse, her red eyes vowing revenge, while Soren's prophecy shadowed the dawn: "A greater darkness rises—the eternal crescent calls new blood." It hooked for Book 2, Alya's growth sealed, the pack united but forever changed.

And to this, Crystal said, "Fire has a voice. And so does the cold, and the sea. The earth we step on does speak...as do the wind. To understand Rose, one must start from the beginning. You see, we are voices. Mere whispers of creation, but Rose makes up the voices of the dead, and the whispers of blood. She is more strengthened with each kill from the past, and they call her the red one because of what she represents. Blood." Crystal saw through Kyle, and knew that he didn't understand the last thing she just said. Kyle pushed himself against the red sofa in the home of the Steeles, spread his arms, and not sure if Crystal should be telling him all this. But he had asked, and she wished to

Fenris is no longer there. Slowly, Killian shook his head. "No. He is still there. He is in hiding. Observing. I pulled the scroll open. The final words, "When blood meets crown and flame, the Crimson Queen shall rise," shone dimly in gold light. But only at the brink of conflict can there be peace. I looked at it. "This seemed like the end to me." Killian spoke in a sorrowful tone. "This is only the beginning." The horizon caught my attention. The sky was painted with flames as the sun sank. Hope was what my people needed. To guide them through what lay ahead, they needed a strong leader. They were now whispering about the Crimson Reign. Not out of fear. In belief.

The night was clear, and the city lights glittered below. My phone vibrated with a message from Emily. It was a long one. She said she had also left Trehill later and joined another company, but never felt at ease. She apologized for helping Daniel manipulate me back then, saying that only now did she realize that exploiting people who truly worked hard would eventually destroy the morale of the entire team. She wished me well. After reading it, I didn’t reply. Some wounds couldn’t be erased with just a single apology. Some roads, once walked, couldn’t be turned back from.

The fresh sea breeze brushed against Serena’s face, carrying the scent of salt that seemed to wash away the lingering weight of Jakarta’s pollution and the bitter memories that had long suffocated her. Aboard a luxurious yacht cutting through the deep blue waters of Labuan Bajo, Serena Zea finally felt truly alive. The vessel glided smoothly, leaving a trail of white foam behind it—just like Serena, who had left the ruins of her past far beyond the horizon.

she intones, “the true heart waits.” I’m the Convergence—bridge or ruin—and as the second relic’s pulse floods the wastes, Cassia’s fragile life, Taryn’s sacrifice, Renn’s redemption, and Maddox’s vengeance collide. The blade demands my heart, a new enemy rises, and with the Veil fracturing, I face a war I may not survive.

I'm hit with the feeling once more. Mate Mate Mate Royal yells and I look at Ares, who is realizing who I am as well. Mother fucker, I'm mated to three wolves. The realization and the exhaustion of the night catches up with me and I start seeing black spots. The last thing I see before I give in is all three Alphas rushing towards me. Adonis Pov

Without any hesitation Cain’s soul responded, colliding with the other two in a vicious and beautiful dance. My breath hitched as the three colors melded and I noticed an additional one. A deep purple began to intertwine itself with the others. As they wound over, around and through each other their glows began to grow brighter, amplified by each other's presence and acceptance. The green glow spread out, encompassing us all as the space between us became alive with our intermingled colors. As I felt the bonds snap into place a gasp escaped my throat as my heart became whole.