Death Race: Inferno Novels & Stories

She finally reaches the end as the sin starts to manifest and eats that respected darkness by letting her see it as the false scene where she is the one at hand and suffering. “DIE, DIE, DIE!” Slap with the word that brings forth nothing but the inexplicable rage into the world of greed. Chantal finds herself in the shoes of a person who had nothing and only witnessed the fault of a war. “You will all die!” Screaming the words that left her stun, but she needed to wake up and collect herself immediately, or else everything will turn into death and will deeply paint the ground with the dark blood of the dead. “War.”

"Call me Denzel. And yeah, I can see that." That night, after Kelsey crashed early from the drive, I lay in the guest room with the windows open, the distant sound of crickets and the occasional whinny from the stables filtering in. Sleep wouldn't come. I kept replaying every past moment that had lit me on fire.

With every bit of strength he had left in him, he kept saying the spell, even though his voice was getting weaker with each word he spoke. "Dekekrankem delenfoouud." "Please," he cried out, his sight becoming fuzzy. "Please, just let her be safe." Everything around him started to spin like a dizzying ride, and he felt his consciousness beginning to break apart. But he fought to stay focused, determined not to let go until he knew his baby daughter was out of danger. Finally, with one last push, he whispered the final part of the incantation. In a bright flash of light, the baby vanished, leaving Draven all alone in the temple. He fell to the floor, his body shaking as blood continued to flow

The entire library was becoming an inferno. We burst through a set of metal fire doors, setting off a weak, battery-drained alarm that chirped pathetically, and emerged into the cool, gray air of the loading dock. A single, rotting zombie in coveralls was shuffling nearby. Jake didn’t break stride. He swung the fire axe in a short, brutal arc, and the creature fell, its head nearly severed. The utility truck was where we had left it, a beautiful, glorious sight. We scrambled inside, Jake slamming his door shut as I fumbled with my seatbelt, my hands still trembling from the adrenaline.

Twenty miles of open, coverless wasteland, carrying a bomb of pure anti-matter, with an alien armada descending from the sky and hounds of deletion snapping at our tires. The Speedrun was over. Now, it was just a race for our lives.

"I'm taking my brother home." The comments began popping up again. "Am I the only one who thinks Daniel's life has been tragic? Even if the three female leads love him, the damage they caused is real." "I agree. Their attempts to make up for it came way too late." "What more do you want? The female leads already love him a lot!" I watched Elena and the others coldly. Then I heard the system's voice. "Host detected as deceased. Do you wish to be transported back to your own world?"

Six years after my younger brother and my fiancée passed away, I picked out a grave for myself. Before my final visit to their graves, my mother suddenly said, “Miles, you don’t have to go this year. The truth is that they never died.” I was startled for a moment before the two of them walked right out of my brother’s room. My brother, Sean, put on a teasing smile as he draped an arm around the woman beside him. “I won the bet! I told you my brother would never figure it out. “Who’s going to be on top tonight, huh, Vera?” My so-called late fiancée, who used to cry whenever she saw me suffer even the slightest grievance, looked at me with open disdain. “He’s just too stupid. We’ve been

He told him. "Ohh now it makes sense. Enzo must have put me under a spell that I forgot everything. Saint put me asleep. And in the morning when I was scared, Zee calmed me down. And wait, Max can read minds. Oh no. Am dead. Oh god". He held his head and Stephen laughed. "And what power do you have"? "Well as a vampire we have the power of lightning speed. But Blaze is different. Being Alpha, Blaze has the power to heal. Himself and others too. Even if someone has a fatal wound, Blaze can heal it quickly". He explained and Callum felt his eyes can’t be wide anymore.

The explosion that followed silenced the cries. From the darkness, illuminated by the fire engulfing the train, the figure that had been waiting by the roadside approached the wreckage. He stopped before it and pulled the hood from his face. His face was a horrid affair, a decaying patch with worms crawling out of it. He raised his hand towards the train and the train shivered violently, even as it was still burning. Wraiths of bodies, translucent and glimmering a ghoulish blue, rose from the wreckage. The faces on these wraiths were confused and they seemed to be drawn to the being rather than moving towards the figure by the roadside. On sighting him, they started screaming, high-pitched,

They open their mouths and charge the second they see Drifter. "Damn it," Drifter yells, pulling out a pistol. "Run," I yell, "Don't fight, just run!" I can see Drifter's fingers slowly squeeze the trigger as he stares down the charging infected. However, before he can even fire one bullet, the floor beneath the charging infected break, just as it did for Drifter. "What the hell," Drifter says, backing away as instead of infected, he is hit with another dust cloud. The dust getting all over his mask, he screams and yells as he wipes the lens.