Conan Races Novels & Stories

He was quite steady and controlled but he was still tight at the edges. “What is it?” I asked, finishing the column of figures before lifting my gaze. Rowan stood near the doorway, shoulders squared. Behind him was Kellan, his jaw flexing in that way he had when something irritated him. They were parr of my biking team and I suspected whatever brought them had to do with biking. “Rumors,” Rowan said carefully. My lips thinned. “About?” Kellan stepped forward. “There’s talk in the wolf community. A race. Another one.”

Connor chuckled slightly. "Moves indeed. How sure am I that they are not chicken moves? Anyways, let's see what you can do then" Connor teased with a playful smirk. "Be my guest then" Carolina returned with a smug smile, determination gleaming in her orbs. "Also, After this session, what do you say we compete on who is faster in a race?" Carolina suggested. Connor was slightly taken aback by her sudden outburst but he was glad to see how courageous she appeared,

She always gets thirsty training; from actually working out, or from staring at the shirtless, mateless warriors, she doesn't know. "I'll race you there. I bet I'm faster," Charlotte smirks, locking the front door and then taking off in a sprint. "Bitch," Conrad roars, releasing a frustrated grunt before she takes off after her friend. Just like in their wolf forms, Conrad is faster, and she catches up to Charlotte quickly once she focuses her efforts on the running. "This is so unfair, you're a Beta," Charlotte shouts, panting slightly as she continues to force herself to run.

Someone asked eagerly, "Nova, I heard you worked as a grid girl abroad. Tell us what that was like." Her excitement immediately grew. By the time I lowered my head to sip my tea, she had already moved from explaining race rules to talking about driving techniques, sounding completely at ease with the entire racing world. "You know what I love most about racetracks?" she said. "The adrenaline rush. And you get to meet so many incredible drivers." Her gaze drifted meaningfully toward Ryder, who had already turned his head toward her, his eyes full of warmth. She sighed in mock regret. "The only downside is how hard it is to get a racing license. I've tried several times and still haven't passe

Then how does he know the Ghost Shadow's stance? The subordinate was helpless, "That, I don't know." Benjamin angrily kicked him away, "You don't know anything?" Just a few days ago, due to his release of information about Soul Racer. Their group's stock had been rising wildly. Now ...... he was a little worried. On the race track, two cars were traveling back and forth. As the cars sped along, the tires drove over the ground and made a piercing sound. That sound made the spectators in the stands burst blood boiling.

—Maybe before the season starts you could throw one of your parties here —Demir tells Aida. —That would be spectacular. What do you think, Nefertary? —I'll think about it —it's not such a bad idea, but illegal races on them are another thing to deal with... too much paperwork—. Well, I'll explain: there are three races, three laps each, with two finalists in the last one. Whoever wins gets to keep one of these cars. Only one prize, only one winner. —Are you joking? —Aitor, I never joke. Besides, what's the fun in competing without winning anything? Or better, why have fun like nine-year-olds when we can do it like adults? —I give him a crooked smile.

Run where nobody finds them. Or die trying. Right now both seemed the same anyway.

After we all calmed down, Zach grinned at us. "So, hundreds of years ago there were these two packs named Blue Sky and Full Moon. The packs bordered on each other and for whatever reason, they were rivals. They had been for as long as anyone could remember. I'm sure it was over something small that just grew and grew. No one could even recall why but still, they hated each other. They avoided each other as much as possible and when members of the two different packs did run into one another, it almost always ended in a fight." Zack began. I rolled my eyes. We needed a solution, not a fucking bed time story but I kept my mouth shut. I glanced at my mate and could tell that she felt the same a

Indigo. I hadn't waited to hear any other thing. I got into the car, waiting until we were driving before I asked the most gnawing question. “The death race…what is it?” I asked, fingers gripping the headrest in front of me while the manㅡ Slade's coachㅡ drove the car like he was a possessed person. That would explain where Slade had gotten his reckless driving skills from. He didn’t answer right away. His knuckles were white on the steering wheel, his jaw flexing with frustration. “Exactly what it sounds like,” he finally muttered. “An underground race that doesn’t end when you crash. It ends when you die.”

The Air Race was comparatively more popular than the other two events simply because wyverns are hailed as the fastest creatures in the air. Colin's first two races were indeed a breeze. He and Honey finished with a full ten-second lead in the first, and his wyvern had barely broken a sweat during the second. But his third match may be different. Colin glanced at the holo screen in his team's prep room that showed the upcoming matchup between him and his next opponent.