Death Race Three Novels & Stories

Then Randall and others would come when it would breathe fire to hold it down and the fighters would come in the end to end its breath for the better. Drayce’s eyes were crimson, flying over the ground while they were cautiously coming but it noticed their presence. With a furious screech, it tried to attack them with thundering speed but Huzefa cast his spell, “Die in one, live in one as I shall exist for one- Illes World III!” Opening the third world, He sent Drayce there to go wild and take his time to break it so his eyes could turn back to the golden color and his skin loosen.

The blood had nearly stopped flowing. The position of his right hand was strange; his fingers curled as if trying to grasp something. I crouched down. In his open left hand, written crookedly in blood, was a single word: "Run". 02:14. One minute left. 02:15 came. Nothing happened. I was still alive. "Substitute death successful. Eric Dawson was killed at 2:14 in Parking Lot C. Remaining loop time: 48 hours. "Go to Parking Lot C. There’s something for you."

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.

The face was all scratched up, and anything on her body that could prove her identity was taken away, so we suspect it's an intentional murder. Hearing that the body was salvaged from Salakole, Winston paused for a moment, then he put on his sterile gloves with a poker face. I floated in mid-air, staring at the man in front of me. Three years... It had been three years since I died. After I died, my soul was trapped in Salakole, suffering in the fierce wind and freezing weather all day. Until someone found me, they brought me back. But I didn't expect that Winston was the person who would personally dissect me.

I just lifted the guitar and slammed it against him until he started bleeding. But Mark remained kneeling submissively and let me hit him. His face was covered in blood, and he looked like he had lost his mind. In the end, he trembled and hung his head low. One week later, Rachel and Mark disappeared amid all the hatred. Many people believed that they had fled to another country because they had committed murder. But the truth was that Mark had sent Rachel to Mirany, a country full of violence, fraud and lust. As for him, he took my corpse with him and took the exploration route we first took together.

The truck, moving faster than it was supposed to, slammed into him, lifting him high up into the sky where he completed one full rotation before his body came smacking down on the asphalt. The noise died down. People were gradually getting back to their senses. Jason ran to the middle of the road as the truck thundered down it and out of sight. Duke looked very badly beaten. There was blood trickling from his forehead, his eyes were swollen. His nose locked the red liquid as well and his eyes were shut. His head was splattered open, allowing Jason see the broken skull. “No,” Jason muttered. “No, no, no. This cannot be.” But it was. Little Duke lay lifeless on the ground. A hush had fallen ov

with our doubts, if Christian and Art can really defeat those 3 zombies we still continue our way to the 3rd floor of the building moving really close to the wall is the key to our smooth moving towards here but when we reach the corridor of 3rd floor *GGRRRUUUUU* *GGWOOOO* *UUUUUNGGGGGUUUUU* *GUUGGGGGGGGUUUUU* there were too many zombies! "UUUUUUU... I think we cant defeat that too many zombie with the 3 of us only"- David

And they had died with everlasting regret. The remaining dark races were all dumbfounded. Their eyes were opened as wide as they could. They couldn't even utter a single complete sentence? "Whoosh!" "Whoosh!" "Whoosh!" Lucas didn't say much as he slashed three more times in a row. These three strikes killed all the remaining dark race on the ground. "How could this be?" Realm Lord of the South, Ellis, and all the other experts were extremely terrified. They naturally had to be shocked because they'd witnessed a scene that would never occur in the future.

I didn’t even know where he had come from. Everyone here seemed to have been assigned a different role. Their faces were either blank with shock or twisted with fear. Before I could react, the secretary’s expression suddenly darkened. That was when it hit me. In the City of Ruins, breaking the rules meant death. “Okay! I’ll go right now!” I answered in a rush, not daring to slow down for even a second. After all, I needed my lower half intact. How else was I supposed to keep my girlfriends satisfied?

, Travis yells. Clearly they are running out of time as I pull my gun back out. Spencer takes a step to the side and reveals Amory to Travis once more. That’s when Travis changes his mind and says, “I think I’ll take you up on that offer”! He lifts the gun towards Amory and Spin steps in the way as Travis fires, just as I squeeze my own trigger. POP! POP! As Travis’ gun goes off so does mine, but it’s too late! Spin takes the bullet right into his chest, and collapses to the ground in front of Amory. Travis clutches his chest a moment longer, before he too slumps to the ground.