Bullet Train Novels & Stories

“You must be Master Aram! I’d recognize you anywhere. A pleasure to meet you, sir.” “Likewise,” Master Aram shook his hand. “I would like three high-speed train tickets to Rexia Castellum Station, please.” “That would be twenty bronze coins, sir,” “Here,” “Thank you very much, sir, and have a pleasant trip!” Ishida stared in wonder at the futuristic-looking high-speed trains coming in and out of the railway station. They were much newer and cleaner than the steam locomotives and other trains. Surprisingly, very few people boarded the high-speed trains, but the steam locomotives were filled to the brim with passengers.

"You've got a bright future ahead of you, I'll tell you that. Get ready, we're going out to take care of some things." "Alright." Ryder turned to leave without asking another question. Soon after that, he returned to Wilbur's room holding his briefcase. Wilbur got to his feet. "Let's go. I'd like to see who the top dogs of Exodus Province are." The three men got into the car, driving to the station at Wilbur's suggestion to take the bullet train. Bullet trains these days would only take a third or even a quarter of the time it took to drive a car, reaching anywhere in the country within a few hours.

He looked weak, nose bleeding. "Exit strategy?" Sebastian supported him. "The Supply Train," Kenji pointed to the elevator. "It leaves in 5 minutes for the mainland." "It's a Maglev. Bullet train speeds. If we miss it, we are dead." They ran to the elevator. As the doors closed, a hologram of Takeshi Nakamura appeared in the hallway. The father looked at his escaping son. "Disappointing, Kenji," Takeshi’s voice was cold. "You run away with thieves."

Of course that wasn’t it! What the hell was he even saying?! Before the embarrassed woman could explain herself, James chuckled before saying, “Don’t worry, I’m kidding… I kind of know what you mean, and… Well, let’s just go with the flow, alright…? That aside… You wanted to travel, right? Where to?” Breathing a subtle sigh of relief, Lana replied, “…Yeah, I just wanted to experience a journey on a bullet train… In fact, I’ve already bought tickets at noon, so…”

And there, winding through the narrow canyon, was the train. The Iron Behemoth. It was massive—twenty cars long, armored in black steel, carrying the glowing red ore that would power the end of the world. "Target acquired!" Vane yelled. "Three hundred feet! Two hundred!" "Level out!" Tristan screamed, pouring power into the lift runes. The ship groaned, the wood flexing dangerously. The descent slowed. They leveled out, skimming just above the canyon walls. They were flying parallel to the train, matching its speed.

"The two timelines have collapsed into a single consensus reality. The cage is gone, but the memories of the cage remain." A sudden sound shattered the morning silence—the distant, echoing blast of a train horn down in the valley. It wasn't the sleek, magnetic-levitation transports used by Chronomos logistics, but the distinct, rhythmic chug-chug of a traditional steam-powered locomotive moving along the historic Kalka-Shimla toy train track.

She reached down, her leather-gloved thumb catching the edge of my chin, forcing me to tilt my head up until my eyes were locked into the golden fire of her irises. ​"But we aren't taking the highway, are we, Little Bird?" she whispered, her voice dropping into that low, breathless register that made my blood run hot despite the damp chill of the bunker. "Julian didn't build you to be stopped by a roadblock. He built you to go straight through the foundation." ​The cargo rail wasn't a train; it was a single, streamlined titanium capsule that sat on an electromagnetic track, designed to move high-value physical assets through the mountain tunnels of the French-Swiss border without ever touchi