Death Race Three Novels & Stories

She wants to kill us. "Diego—behind the door. Kare—right window. Hakeem—under the desk. I’ve got the one behind the boxes. On three." "One. Two. Three." Diego slams the door open, trapping a male witch behind it. The impact knocks the breath out of him, but he shrieks, sending a burst of sound that nearly deafens us. Diego takes the hit, then punches him so hard his skull cracks against the wall. Dead. Kare takes a flying kick to the face of another witch, breaking her nose, caving it in. She’s dead before she even hits the floor.

Dracula mocked and I wiped the sweat from my face. The third task was to pick the right colour. All the colours were black. How would I differentiate black from black?. "Dracula this is shit, open the door now you fool or you would regret it" I yelled, hitting the glass barrier. "You have three hours left. You have two options, either you stay idle for the next three hours or you complete the game and go to your big lonely house?" Dracula declared, playing with the red button. "Why are you doing this?" I asked, it just doesn't add up.

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.

I had maggots crawling about my skin and rotten flesh. Mark did not cover his nose like before. Instead, he drew closer to my face. Then, he flew into a rage. “Jane, is it fun toying with me?! You sure made this dummy look real! How could you possibly be dead?! I won’t allow you to die!” As he was throwing his tantrum, I suddenly heard footsteps. Mark was delighted. “I knew it, Jane! You aren’t dead!” But his eyes flew wide open a moment later because the people who had come were his parents.

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?