The Razor's Edge Novel Novels & Stories

I reach for my left chest under my shirt and get the sharp razor blade hidden in my bra. Pinching it tightly with my thumb and pointer finger I bit it with my teeth, I held my wrist up near my mouth and started running it towards the edge of the blade, I was nearing to fray it when I heard a sudden noise. I flail my head around and I don't know where to hide, my vision is impeded with a blindfold and my hands are tied. I felt a hand touch my shoulders, which made me nudged it away and ran mindlessly. 'My razor blade fell'

Rhye hissed, already drawing a large blade from the sheath at his hip. With a running leap, he dropped down from the ledge of the building, landing smoothly on the ground in a low crouch. The two Rogues nearest him split up, one taking cover while the other shouted that they were under attack. Rhye silenced the warning in mid-sentence, slicing his length of titanium-edged steel across the suckhead’s throat.

Razor was a ferocious beast unlike any the wolves had ever seen, surely they knew they were coming to their deaths when they came here. Her link opened up & it was so weak I barely heard her. She said what I already knew, that they had wolfsbaned her. She said they were taking her to Clay, before I felt the connection to her disappear. It just evaporated, leaving a void in my mind & heart. Ofcourse this was the Donahue boy's doing. He staged this attack just so he could take her back, but I wouldn't allow that. The rogues kept coming at me, even more than before, & Razor kept killing them & pressing forward. He wouldn't let them take our mate, not after we had waited so long for her. We got

The rope used on her was surprisingly tight. "And since I can't have you to myself, you will die with me." Raziah saw the knife in Barwolf's hand, same with the one she had used on Dark. She began to quiver in fear. He raised the knife and brought his arms down, aiming at her face and Raziah closed her eyes, screaming inwardly and felt the knife pierced her skin, digging into her forehead. She could feel the pain and was quickly approaching death when all of a sudden she couldn't feel the rain drops on her anymore or the pain on her, the pain was gone. She felt hotness around her and that forced her to open her eyes.

It was a long, very sharp razor that he loved. The omega reached out his trembling hand and grasped it between his fingers. Wouldn't it be easier if he just disappeared? The pain would no longer be in his chest. He wouldn't have to think about his destined mate, when he loved someone else. She would no longer have to think about anything. He gently opened the razor pulling the long, silver blade from its sheath. He swallowed hard. It was so beautiful. The edge looked so thin that he would surely barely feel it when it cut into his skin.

After the celebration, I returned to my room, exhausted, only to find Whitney already inside, holding my reservation slip. My pupils narrowed as I blurted, "What are you doing?" She waved the slip, a hint of malice flashing across her face. "So, you want the antidote?" Without warning, she pulled out a dagger coated in silver nitrate and slashed her own arm. I didn't understand what she was trying to do, but I instinctively stepped forward to stop her. However, she seized the moment to shove the dagger into my hand. Tobias and Nicholas rushed in just in time to see Whitney collapsing to the ground, clutching her injured arm.

The sharp, polished blade caught the dim flashlight beam, glinting dangerously in the shadows. Before I could even scream or pull my hand away, she brought the weapon crashing down with a brutal, heavy force. The razor-sharp steel sliced cleanly through the center of my palm, driving deep into the soft flesh and pinning my hand flat against the ancient wood of the table like she was driving a nail into a wooden board.

But then my eyes caught a glimpse of our reflection in the mirror. Roza's hand was holding a shiny curved blade, about twelve inches long. Its gleam reflected against the sunlight. The girl made a lightning strike at me. Her razor-sharp knife aimed directly at my throat, attempting to slit it out. But I pulled away just in time and grabbed her wrist, twisting the knife out of her hand. "What the..." I stared at the girl as my hand went back to her throat. "Go to hell, you bloodsucker!" Roza snarled back. I looked at her long curved blade and then back at the innocent-looking human Roza again. "A hunter?"

I pushed off the wall and figured out which direction led away from his door. Whatever happened next, at least I wouldn't be spending tonight in his bed. Cain The coffee scalded my skin and stained everything it touched, and all I could think about were her eyes. "I told you," Razor said. I stripped the ruined shirt and threw it in the basin. My reflection stared back. Wet hair. Coffee darkening my jaw. A red mark across my collarbone where the liquid had burned through. "Told me what." "She's the one." I braced my hands on the counter. Razor had been talking since the moment I walked into that clearing and saw their Alpha's guard.

Secure. I pulled a knife from my belt, its silver edge catching the light. Rourke growled, low and deep, but I ignored him. The full moon was two nights away—I’d do it then, under its peak. I’d cut their throats, let their blood pool, and end this nightmare. I’d be human again. Free.