Clock X Winner Novels & Stories

Calix looks away first. He swings his leg off the bike and lands on his feet. His movements are sharp, but controlled. Even from here, I can see it. The anger. Not loud anger. The kind he buries under his skin. The commentator’s voice cuts through the noise, loud and excited. “WE HAVE A WINNER! DRAVEN, ALPHA OF MIDNIGHT MC TAKES THE FINAL RACE!” The crowd erupts again. Some cheer louder. Some groan. Some clap.