Conan Races Novels & Stories

Cailey Locason "Are you nervous?" Marco asked and I nodded "He will win.." "I hope so.. this race is a really big one you know" I said because I'm damn nervous about it "Yeah , don't worry. He will win and represent America in worldwide race" Marco said "I can't believe Lancos retired" Lancos is a really big racer and often wins the world race championship. He decided to retire that's why this big race will decide to will walk up into Lancos's place

"Who is this Dark Race? Why is he so arrogant?!" "This is so frustrating! Don't tell me this Dark Race doesn’t know he’s in Confluence Base City!" "Dark Race, you'll never be able to imagine the terror of Confluence Base City. You're all alone from the Dark Race. How dare you boast around!" The thousands of students from Confluence College started to roar arrogantly at Lucas. On the other hand, the Confluence Base City martial art families were exasperated as they glared at Lucas. They would never be able to tolerate Lucas' actions of being so arrogant in Confluence College.

It looked solid and reliable, nothing like the sleek official vehicles that usually transported pack leadership. An hour later, our convoy departed Silver Lake under heavy cloud cover that only intensified the mountain's natural shadows. The winding road curved through dense forest before beginning its descent toward the valley that would eventually lead to Blood Moon territory. I cautiously drove, watching the decoy car ahead while scanning the rocky terrain for movement. The isolation felt oppressive despite its logical security. I wondered where Kane was in relation to our convoy and if he was observing from a hidden vantage point along the route. As we navigated a steep section, I notice

I said nonchalantly as I scratched Beretta's head. “According to my intel, Mikkinol is well known in the underground racing community. One of the best racers in the world. He’s set to race in 3 days in Columbia, and with Shrinka with us, we’ll have an opportunity to get closer to Mikkinol.” Marciano and my father thought for a moment, before they both nodded at me, showing approval of my plan.

Dante nodded, Wow, that's my first time hearing that kind of name. War did a handshake with Jade as his Tesla was driven out of the field. “Why do I feel like this going to be one hell of a race” Dell said “Trust me it's going to be a tough one, I hope Jade is prepared” Zack sighed

Kent, an Alpha, probably tired and under pressure of taking care of his clans. He probably doesn’t get to enjoy the simpler things in life like the sunsets. So this was why my sister Marianna was sauntering around in her room in an orange dress which reflected back golden light when she moved, because Marianna was right, I always knew what these werewolves liked. The dress was perfect. Marianna looked perfect. Kent won’t know what hit him. “Mother,” I lazily called. When she didn’t answer I yelled, “Mother, get your butt up here now!”

Alpha Lorenzo The sunlight filtered through the large windows of my office, casting a golden glow on the documents scattered across my desk. My morning had been filled with numbers, projections, and construction plans. The Royal Lake Pack…formerly known as Lake View, was expanding, and with that expansion came the need for new infrastructure. We had taken on several projects, from new homes for the pack members to upgrading the training facilities. Everything had to be perfect. This was our future. I was in the middle of reviewing the blueprints for a new training center when the door to my office swung open. I didn’t need to look up to know who it was. Only one person would barge in without

Anyone who could afford racing in the first place was never truly ordinary. It was just that the organizer had chosen to cling to Jasper instead. I didn’t want a trophy from a tainted competition like this, anyway. I let out a quiet laugh, tossed my cigarette away, and answered Grayson’s call. Before he could even comfort me, I spoke first. “I’m withdrawing from the race this time. And I’m switching to a new car.” The words had barely left my mouth when someone suddenly rushed in through the doorway and threw their arms tightly around me before Grayson could react.

"I've been in the Archive. I know what it looks like when someone hears something significant." Alina exhaled. "It's decommissioned. I can't run it." "You can run its profile," Aria said. "Elevation. Corners. Surface. The data exists. You can learn it in simulation even if you can't drive it physically." She looked at Alina. "Host Three never lost on Alsen Ridge. You have thirty four races before you stand on that grid. You can spend some of them becoming someone Alsen Ridge has never seen." Thirty four races.

Racar knew he could no longer use Romana. She was clever, like her brother. He found out that Conrad and Laurenzo had been rendezvousing a lot. Racar smirked as he remembered the results of the investigation. He had this hunch when he first saw the man, and it was right. If Laurenzo had fooled Conrad for so long, he was different. "You're strong because your sons are still alive. Let's see if you two can still remain invincible when they are gone!" Racar laughed by himself. He played with the bottle's opening with his finger. He was smirking as his eyes bulged with insane anger.