Death Race Three Novels & Stories

"I knew she would freak out," Death says from behind me in an I-Told-You-So sort of tone "Freak out? You just pulled me through a flipping mirror!" I scream at him, as I cross my arms tightly over my chest "I don't have short-term memory loss, I know what I did," he says snottily, crossing his arms back at me "Why I outta," I lift my fist taking a step towards him "Alright, violence will do nothing," a woman stops us, she had brown wavy hair cascading down her body to her elbows and a golden flower crown on his head with brown eyes, but boy, she was glowing and so beautiful, definitely a Goddess.

I didn't know he cared about Bambie. “Who cares if he hunts, as long as the animals die in a quick humane way, it shouldn't matter.” They all laughed and I even heard Damien fumble with his piano key, causing a strained sound to echo into the room. Logan walked towards me with no expression on his face to hint at what he was feeling. My knees feel like jelly but I know he wouldn't hurt me but still, my fingers dig into my arm for an ounce of comfort. “These hunters aren't searching for animals, princess. They hunt for me, Kingston, Damien and now Kate. Zack hunts vampires, torture them by trying to find ways to kill them.” His eyes dilated, showing just how serious he is.

Xander Hayes The door slammed, echoing against the morning silence as I hopped from the driver's side of the Audi A8 L, Peter Monroe's preferred vehicle for transport. Three months into this job and I still can't get a hang of not being early. I guess it's just stuck with me after spending all those years in my line of work. Besides, I know firsthand not to keep bosses waiting.

Rampaging WARNING: This chapter contains graphic violence and mature content that may be disturbing to some readers. Discretion is advised. THIRD PERSON'S POINT OF VIEW "Fucking assholes." Ace's curse cut through humid night air as he stared up at the derelict building their tracker had led them to. Behind him, Kier and Kidd stood rigid. Their gazes swept over lifeless bodies strewn from the cracked concrete entrance into the shadowed interior, blood darkening the dusty floorboards visible through the doorway.

I'm only used to elemental power, like psyche, fire is a don. We stopped at the same time facing the person who chased us. "Bend down!" "Bend down! Hurry up!" Zachary and I shouted at the same time, then Nale bent down and hit the one following us together. He screamed but it just turned into bl*od that seemed to pass through the air. "Ahhhh!! if I die now, they will too!" yelled Nale who was now lying on the floor while being bathed in bl*od. I don't understand either because we didn't see a human or a monster but he was just bl*od.

"You've always been jealous of Wendy, but now you've actually tried to kill her. Good thing I protected her, or your plan would've worked." He forced himself to stand and walked over to Carl. "Mr. Ridgeton, I demand punishment for Clara. She didn't even qualify to represent the pack and entered the competition anyway. And now, she's nearly gotten our Luna killed." Carl gave a slight nod, his expression unreadable. Wendy thought she'd won, so her face was full of smug satisfaction. "I told you, Clara. You're not cut out for something like this." "I was only trying to protect you, and this is how you repay me, huh?" She sniffled and leaned dramatically into Blake's arms like the victim in a tr

Then she covered her face with her pillow. “This is going to be a disaster.” Across the hallway, Nate stared at his phone. In another apartment, Ilyas did the same. Three people. Three hearts. And three different secrets. But secrets rarely stay secret forever.

Melanie's eyes flashed with anger, and suddenly she clutched her stomach while exclaiming, "My stomach... Is the baby coming?!" Henry's face twisted in sudden panic, and he swept Melanie into his arms, bolting for the door. As he rushed by, Melanie's hand shot out, gripping my arm with a fierce tug. I stumbled, crashing to the ground as Wren's gasp echoed in my ears. Pain washed over me, turning my face ghostly pale. Wren, shaking, lifted me up, her voice breaking as she called for a doctor. Through the blur, I caught Henry hesitating for a split second, but then, he was gone, not once looking back.

Punch is who I am and who I’ll always be. “So if it’s all right with my Alpha, I guess I need to add a third Blood Card. Hugo Casillas. For the crimes of shooting Kent “Chunk” Larson, aiding and abetting if not outright killing your own brother just to set me up… Making babies you had no intention of raising, and generally being a shit example of what a shifter should be, I hereby sentence you to death. Oh and Reeve uh… Whatever your name is, I can’t even imagine how many people you’ve killed so, you’re just fucked. You’re on our territory which makes me your judge, jury and executioner,” I say, shrugging as Doze laughs.

Lucky for me, those three are as brainless as they come. "Don't worry. They won't be back anytime soon. They're off to handle that bitch's funeral. It'll take them a few days." Outside the door, Orfeo grabbed Carlo's hand just as he was about to push it open. Inside, the man's breathing grew heavier. "Good thing she's dead. Now you don't have to keep pretending every day to please those three guys. Anyway, with her dead and no one to testify, no one will ever find out about the dark web live stream you set up back then."