Death Race: Inferno Novels & Stories

Guevarra’s liposuction. “Welcome back, Ginger,” Dr. Guevarra said with a smile on her face. “Are you ready to remove your bandage and see the result of your new appearance?” “Finally! I get to see the new me literally,” Ginger said. “And Ginger had already died three months ago. It’s Lucy Solace now.” “Well, that’s a nice name, Lucy,” Dr Guevarra said while gently removing Ginger’s bandage, and once removed, she handed over a mirror to Ginger.

I tell him as we walk inside the giant dome-like building where mermaids were teaching fish to play instruments and stuff. However, the main part where we were standing, was not filled with water, but air. The rooms around us were made of glass and filled with water. This is just like 'The Little Mermaid'. "You are so dumb," Death says disappointedly, as he shakes his head at me "Oh wow, I asked for your opinion," I say sarcastically "Actually, it was a fact," he replies smugly "What will be a fact is when my foot is shoved up your-" "As much as we love your couple's quarrel," Zeus started as Death and I glared at him for calling it that, "You guys can suppress all that sexual tension in Hel

He pulled me into a kiss that was desperate and raw, a claim that defied the island, the Board, and my own broken mind. ​But as his lips met mine, a new sound echoed from the jungle. ​The sound of a thousand metallic wings. ​"The Board’s drones," Julian rasped, pulling back. "They didn't send soldiers this time. They sent the Reapers." ​Across the sky, a swarm of black, mechanical insects blotted out the sun, descending toward the beach like a cloud of death. ​"Run?" I asked, summoning the Scythe once more. ​"No," Julian said, his silver veins glowing with a final, suicidal light. "We fight."

"No more talking. I am the last remaining founder of the Inferno Clan, known as the God of Death. Today, I've come to send you to death!" Instead of fear, Felix chuckled in delight. "That's perfect. It looks like this annoying itch of Inferno Clan won't be bothering me anymore. "I'll only use one move. Whether you live or die, it depends on your fate." With that, Felix raised his hand, pointed a finger, and muttered under his breath, "Three-Breath Thunder!" Boom! Though the night was bright with moonlight, the sky suddenly rumbled with the sound of thunder. The God of Death, who had been ready to act, immediately tensed up. His expression became deadly serious.

But I didn't have the luxury of wincing in pain, I was wedged between two cars and a bone had cracked somewhere in my back, The car we had been been in a few minutes ago had turned into a blast of fireworks, strong explosions going off incessantly, accompanied by the choking stench of burning flames and Heat which threatened to burn my skin. I was coughing by the time I came to self-realization, my feet crawling slowly as I searched for... Something. Alpha Cole... My eyes snapped open, wider, my heartbeat accelerating to a level as erratic as the mess in my head. Where was my Alpha? Had...had he survived? My body was on fire and long bouts of cough tore from my lips the more I tried to move.

Nina’s whole fur is red like flames but I can’t tell when the actual fur ends and becomes flames or if the flames are what make her fur. “Oh my…” Brenda cries in horror right before she meets her end. Soon the courtyard is in chaos with everyone screaming and fleeing from the blazing ball of inferno that’s already killed the kingdom’s Alpha, Beta’s and Gamma’s. Nina stands in the middle of courtyard that was completely packed a few minutes ago but now only has two people left. I don’t know when Terrence and Omario shifted back to their human forms but they are the only ones left here. They are standing in one corner, staring at me in disbelief.

"Go ahead, he's right there." Aria's eyes followed my gesture, and she erupted, her eyes bulging with fury. "Noelle, that's a hearse! It's meant for the dead. How could you put my son in there? "Have you no humanity? After all the kindness my son showed you!" Feigning confusion, I met Aria's gaze. "Mom, what are you talking about? Hearses are for the dead, and isn't your son, well, dead? I don't see the issue."

“But don't worry! Dying is the first step.” Dead? My blood ran cold. He smirked. “Just don’t do it again.” “This is nonsense. I refuse to listen. Let me out of this fucking insane bus,” I yelled, hitting the metal ground with my right foot. The man was too cold. Too cold to the point you could not look into his eyes for too long. As if he was a grim reaper. “It’s too late. The game has already been activated, and you have been registered as a player.” His voice was too quiet. Too hazardous.

There was no news, no information about them, not from any person or even the internet. Oliver was relieved and believed that she died and that they won the game. But Thomas, he could never get rid of the fear that someday they would come back and get their revenge. And now here he was, in front of his warehouse, watching it burn to ash, and reading the note that was written with blood in the same way as 6 years ago. The effect it held on him was similar too. He stepped back but tripped and fell on the floor. He began longing for air and started coughing loudly.

Uncle Jamie and Aunt Daisy's car accident had been caused by a tiny dose of sleeping pills she slipped into their drinks, just so she could be taken in by the wealthy Samson family. It was only then that my family understood the cost of letting such danger into their home, but by that time, it was already too late. Dad perished in the fire, Ronald was badly burned, and Mom would carry the effects of smoke inhalation for the rest of her life. Only when they felt even a fraction of that suffering did they begin to grasp what I had gone through. Even later, Ronald and Mom made attempts to reach me, even showing up at Harrison's home in hopes of reconciliation.