Chariot Xxi Mga Nobela at Kwento

I thought my 16 year old self was going to pass out. I slowly reached for the keys, when he dropped them in my hand it was like a flood gate opened. “You do realize that this is a Bugatti Chiron Noire, one of only 20 made in the entire world. Top speed 0-100 in 2.5 seconds. This car has a quad turbocharged 8 W16 engine, with 1,500 HP and 1,600 torque.” I rattled off, like it were textbook.

"In lane one, we have Viper in his modified Dodge Challenger! Lane two features our returning champion, the mystery racer known only as Black Red! Lane three brings us Nitro in his souped-up Mustang! And in lane four, we have newcomer Phoenix in what might be the fastest BMW we've ever seen on this track!"

Xavier: The line went dead. Not from loss of signal. From impact. A sound, shattering glass, burst through the receiver before it cut out entirely. My wolf lunged so sharply inside me that my vision blurred. I was already out of the car, sprinting toward the building, when the first wave of cracked glass exploded outward like a shell. “VALERIE!” I didn’t care who heard me. Didn’t care who saw me lose control. I didn’t care that humans were around either.

*** Almost right after Alex and Frostine rushed out of Starborn City, they heard a magnificent sound exploding and saw a mighty golden chariot, which was being dragged by hundreds of fiery-red flying demonic beasts, whistled over. The chariot was enormous with a length of three hundred meters. It was simply like a huge aircraft carrier. A vast expanse of darkness covered the sky and the sun. However, it flew at breakneck speed like a flash of lightning streaks. It reached the sky above Starborn City in the blink of an eye. “That’s the chariot from the Plenilune Sect!” Frostine took a glance at the huge object in the sky, but she dared not take another look and immediately withdrew her gaze.

I push the idea from my head, knowing it's impossible, and glance around the chariot, resigned to my fate. The inside is black and red themed, with red seats and shining black door handles, and the doorway is studded with precious jewels that appear to be rubies and diamonds. This dude must be loaded, I decide with another glance around. A little bit over fifteen minutes later, the chariot rolls to a stop, and I breathe a soft sound of relief. A few moments later, the door swings open. My legs are shaky as I stand, glaring furiously at the man as he stands with his arms crossed outside of the chariot, his foot tapping impatiently.

Lucas grinned like a child. "It's the fastest mech the world has ever seen," he declared. "If the Exodus is the dark horse of mechs, the Xiezhi is the king. The Prototype is faster overall, but the Xiezhi can hit insane speeds for a few seconds at a time, letting it move in the blink of an eye!" Lucas slapped the bunk, rattling the twin beds. "Imagine marching up to Axion Industries in a Korean mech. With the speed that thing has, we could end the war in hours!"

Chloe could almost feel the cold pressure of his presence through the speaker. "You think this is about money, Chloe?" Xavier’s voice was a low, melodic growl that vibrated with suppressed power. "You think ten million is what I care about?" Chloe swallowed hard. "Then... then what is it? Captain Li said there was a spare. I can still race. I'll win the championship for the team, just like we agreed." "The spare car is currently in my private garage," Xavier said, his tone dropping an octave. "And it stays there. If you want to drive it, you come here. Tonight."

“Analysis of the tire tracks say the car has to be some exotic sports car. New, specially made Michelin tires made for the Bugatti Chiron—only tire made for that model car.” “Wow, that’s great work. Do we have the purchaser's name or anything?” Christavo asked, looking at the picture of the car. She handed him another folder. The name of the purchaser was Damien Withers. Christavo looked confused, expecting the name to read Chris Sanders. “Who is this kid?”

It was crafted from dark wood and gleaming silver, its design a testament to the skill of the werewolf craftsmen. The chariot was adorned with intricate carvings, depicting scenes of battles won and lost. Its wheels were reinforced with thick metal rims, and its frame was strong and sturdy. A pair of gleaming silver horses stood before the chariot, their coats shining in the fading light. "Is this to your liking, Alpha?" one of the warriors asked, his voice filled with pride. David's eyes scanned the chariot, his face expressionless. "It's acceptable," he said finally, his voice neutral.

I pressed my hip into his, my glare sending her scurrying. Dante grinned down at me. “My fierce principessa.” The night dragged, bids whispered, egos stroked. Nico wrapped with the BMW X5 Protection VR6: “3.0L inline-6, 335 hp, armored core, top speed 130 mph.” Clients buzzed, wallets itching, but we held firm, no prices yet. Let them stew. As the last VIPs filed out, Dante pulled me into a shadowed corner by the Nissan Patrol Y63, his mouth claiming mine.