Red Rising Trilogy Novels & Stories

Blood splattered everywhere the once clean white wedding decorations are now stained in red. Eris killed every rogue he sees ruthlessly. He does not care of the metallic smell of blood he is completely blinded by anger. A new group or rogues arrived to the battlefield completely overwhelming them of the uneven numbers. But everyone knew they're going to win because Alpha Eris is with them.

The page is yellowed and cracked at the edges, but the writing is clear — etched with the care of someone who knew it would matter. I read aloud: Three bloodlines born of war — one of beast, one of blade, one of both. From the ash of the first war shall rise six marked by fate. Three shall carry the blood of the wolves. Three shall carry the blood of the hunters. Bound by fire and torn by legacy, They will stand at the brink of annihilation. One must choose vengeance. One must choose unity. One will rise to destroy. One will rise to redeem. The rest... shall fall.

Daniel breathed against his lips. Liar, Rigel thought. But he kissed him back anyway. The Blood-Red Moon At some point, exhaustion finally won. Their bodies remained tangled together, their breaths syncing, their heartbeats slow and steady. The world outside felt distant, almost unreal. And then— The sky shifted. Far beyond the bedroom walls, the moon rose higher, its silver glow slowly fading into something else. Something unnatural. Red. Deep, blood-red. Like an open wound in the sky.

Serenity POV I square my shoulders, stand straight, and follow my father's unit up the steps. I feel my unit fall into formation behind me and am proud to call them mine. It came so naturally. I never realised what I had been missing out on growing up by pushing these wolves away. Since I woke up in that hospital, with all my secrets laid bare, I had barely been able to catch a minute alone. I know they are worried about when the penny will drop, and I will crash. I know they all watch me, waiting for my breakdown. But they are doing that to be there to catch me when I fall, and nothing feels better than knowing I have them. I won't fall. I won't crash. I have never been better in my life, n

Gael, Hakeem, and I had passed out after four hours of non-stop mating. I was sandwiched between my two men, my head resting on Hakeem’s chest and Gael’s leg and arm thrown over both of us as he snuggled into my back. I felt as if I had just fallen asleep when flashes and fragments of dreams began to play through my mind. They were disjointed, speeding through my mind almost too fast to catch. There is Charlie holding two pups in her arms, the pack being attacked on the western front, Arya fallen to her knees sobbing in the middle of a battlefield, funeral pyres, me looking down at my pregnant stomach with Gael and Hakeem smiling down at me, whoops of victory and wails of defeat. As the

The woman standing on the dais lifted her hands and smiled at the group before her. Sara flew around in the vision and moved in closer so that she could focus on the woman standing upon the dais. When she moved in close, she could see the red hair and the deep green eyes. The moment she learned the woman’s identity, the entire vision rippled and faded away.

Osric growls in my face, I tremble at the feeling of his aura washing over me, trying to get me to submit. “And what about you?!” I scream, pulling my face from his grip as we land in the center of a courtyard, where lycan warriors are lined up waiting for us. “Raven,” Rhys’ small voice breaks the tension between us, he looks up at me expectantly. "Sorry," I apologize, focusing my attention on him as he shows us the easiest way down from Draig’s back.

The nights were approaching quicker than before, as the sun seemed to hide its face behind the dark grey clouds. Standing outside on a small patio, Anna gazed out at all the Rogues. The home she once knew had changed. Tilting her head up to the sky with closed eyes, she took a deep breath. The Red Moon was approaching, and with that magic would be heightened. Those blessed with the gift of magic would be stronger than ever, and those blessed by the Healer on the red moon would become unstoppable. As she took a deep breath, a smile spread across Anna's lips. This was what she had been waiting for. The first red moon in 30 years would bless her with more power, and with more power meant she co

She knew it was Xavier calling and she turned back immediately. “Xavier?” Xavier walked up to her and held her. “Your hair…” he started. “It’s red.” Rhea placed a finger on it and picked it out without looking. “I noticed I started having a red streak sometime ago. I don’t think it means anything though.” “You don’t think it means anything?” Xavier stared at her. Look at Calistè. She’s a witch and she has the same color of hair as you do.” “Xavier,” Rhea frowned. “It’s just my hair…”

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: