The Razor's Edge Novel Novels & Stories

Something real. Like the fight hadn’t already begun days ago. She tightened her jaw and kept pace. They reached the post—a small stone outcrop half-covered in frost—and ducked inside. It was colder here, shadows clinging to the corners, breath fogging in the dim light. Ronan knelt by a locked crate and popped it open. Weapons. Old, worn, but well cared for. His fingers brushed over a long dagger, then paused. He held it out to her. “Silver edge. Won’t kill a shifter unless you go for the heart, but it’ll slow ‘em.”

With her man already in deep trouble, she couldn't allow herself to go through with it. Violet tried to clench her fist, summoning more strength. As the blade scraped against her neck, its razor-sharp edge sliced through her skin, causing excruciating pain. Violet abruptly collapsed to the floor. She reached for her neck, only to discover her hands covered in blood. "Don't worry! That amount of blood wasn't enough to kill you. Continue to go against me, and I can't guarantee anything," Edur said, his tone sinister. He wiped the blade on his hand, leaving behind traces of blood. His smile was eerie, resembling that of a bloodthirsty demon.

The ceramic blade began to sink into the empty air. Inch by inch, the razor-sharp edge cut directly through the frequency of the barrier. The amber light illuminating the spherical room began to flicker violently, the images in the millions of mirrors distorting into jagged, terrifying digital glitches. Silas’s face melted into a horrific smear of grey pixels. Luciano’s mafia ghost vanished into a cloud of static. "The bread only rises if you let it breathe," I whispered through my grit teeth. The tip of the blade finally touched the solid glass of the cylinder.

The ground trembled beneath us. Shade slammed Razor into trees, ripping bark as if it were paper. Razor’s snarls filled the forest, but Shade was stronger. He was faster and was fueled by Tonya’s pain. Razor recovered the next instant and attacked. But Shade dodged him and sank his fangs into Razor’s shoulder. He let out a grunt as hot blood spilled. Shade didn’t stop. He sank his fangs in Razor’s flank. Razor howled, stumbling, but still fought with wild fury. We clashed again and again, neither holding back. His fangs tore my shoulder. I didn’t care. All I saw was red. All I knew was Tonya. How he must have assaulted her. Shade’s wrath was incarnate.

Lunchtime was a tense ritual, the mess hall a jungle of eyes and whispers, and I sat alone, my tray of gray slop untouched, my gaze scanning the room, my heart pounding with the constant threat of another attack. I was halfway through a bite when someone brushed past me, too close, too deliberate, and a sharp sting grazed my side, a jolt of pain that made my breath catch. My hand flew to my abdomen, feeling the resistance of the books, the knife’s tip blunted, unable to penetrate. Relief flooded me, chased by fury, my heart racing as I spun, spotting the guy—a lean, tattooed inmate with cold eyes—slipping through the crowd, his blade glinting as he tucked it away.

She was starving! The inn was quaint with yellow papering on the walls, blue glass lamps in the corners along with a huge bookshelf on one end filled with an assortment of books and writings. There were round tables spread throughout and a staircase leading up to the rooms beside the bar. Rose loved the reading chairs in the corners by the bookshelf the most.... she may spend a night or two snuggled up with a book in one of those huge chairs. A kindly man stood behind the bar and introduced himself as Mr. McGrath the innkeeper. He had been expecting us and had two rooms prepared and a staff room for our driver. Sean’s room would be connected to Rose’s by a door that locks on one side....

He shook his head, eyes flashing dangerously while locking with hers. “That’s the beauty of being a playboy billionaire… My crew is very used to last-minute changes.” After hearing him say this, Cassandra felt a knife piercing her inside. No-strings-attached sex… This was exactly what she’d asked for, demanded even, but still, thinking she might not see him again, knowing he wasn’t hers, winded her entire body with sorrow and even physical pain.

had been undercover within his older brother’s gang for years since it was our first mission given to us by the Death Kings the year Carley disappeared. “You are one of the traitors who killed my brother,” Razor snarls, spewing spittle in my face with his disgust. I fill a jolt of shock as the large hunting knife in his hand sinks into my chest, causing me to cry out in pain. His hand quickly slaps over my mouth to muffle my screams of agony. He doesn’t move until my limbs are laden, refusing to work, refusing to come to my aid even though I’m no longer pinned beneath him. “You’ll die and the others will know the pain I felt,” he growls walking away, disappearing before the sound of heavy fo

I was too tired to stand up, I felt a strange sensation, the feeling of the bed and the bedsheet was different, my eyes was still shut but I could feel that I was in a different environment, I opened my eyes slowly and I quickly shut it because of the brightness of the room, I felt a sharp pain and it was as if my eyes was swollen. Gradually, my brain began to function and it was downloading all the event of the past for me, I started to remember how I got to Rose’s house, I was still lying still, I didn’t move, I was trying to plan my next line of action when i eventually turned and saw Rose, I was so nervous, my body was bare and I could feel the breeze blowing on my bare back. I finally s

But within three days, the rumor that I had been retaliated against for some shameful affair had spread everywhere. By the time I tried to clear my name, it was already too late. It was not until after I killed myself in old age that Vanessa came to pay her respects at my grave. Those hypocritical eyes of hers grew moist for two seconds as she thanked me for everything I had done all those years. But she said she did not regret it. In her mind, I had taken the place meant for the man she'd never gotten over and killed her fantasy. If she had to do it again, she would still do the same thing.