Death Race Three Novels & Stories

"Okay." Team 3 had concentrated their forces, but they did not know it was a trap that Zane had left for them. As Team 3's men rushed through, they were immediately cut off by Zane's men in the rear. Now, Team A found out that there was no way out. "Mates, let's fight our way out." Team 3's leader was furious. He picked up his assault rifle to lead the fight. Team 3 was no match for Zane's team from the beginning, let alone now. Within a few minutes, the battle was over, and Team 3’s leader died in his attempt to get away.

Theme:- Welcome to the Afterlife part 1 As it was inscribed in the holy book, it was given for a man to die once, and after that death, it is judgement. But for me, Rey Reed, it is different. If my guess is right, this will be the third time I have visited the land of the dead. The first time was when I escaped from the tar pit. I can't remember how long I lost consciousness, but when I woke up. I only opened my eyes in hell.

I could barely keep my eyes open. Wolf decay felt like having your bone marrow ripped out while you were still alive. The pain was so bad I thrashed, and it took two doctors to hold me still. After I died, my soul drifted up. I watched them remove my organs one by one. "Strange. The wolf heart is heavily mutated. No use for transplant. Send it to the research institute." The research institute. Where my mother worked. But my wolf was gone now. No scent left. She'd probably never recognize me.

If that did not work, he would be dead. What? When he saw the three Spirit Pills, the ferocious Wild Fury shuddered. It was inexplicably alarmed. Its tone trembled. "The other three died in your hands?" Darryl knew he had a chance when he saw its reaction. He chuckled lightly and said, "If not?" At that moment, the Wild Fury seemed worried. The Mirage Dragon, Terror Hound, and Giant Turtle were powerful, yet they died in that man's hands. Was he telling the truth?

He grins like a satisfied cat. “And you put that in an old…what is this?” I asked, not recognizing the vintage lines of this rusted out deathtrap. “A Mazda Miata” he grunts, hitting the turn out of the parking lot a bit too hard. “Because it can do this.” Josh swings the steering wheel to the left to drift around the right hand corner heading out into traffic like we were in a police chase in one of those street race movies. I swear to god, I almost peed my pants.

I couldn't stop imagining what would have happened if I didn't push Lindsay back into the pool just at the right time. The man in front of me was going to cost me something important and that was Lindsay. I didn't want to get her involved in anything concerning my fraternity, but with the way things went earlier that day, I was certain Dromos sent the man to kill her. He probably wanted to have his revenge because I killed his son. I rolled up my sleeve and without warning, I punched him hard in the face. The impact made him fall over, but Luca and Franco raised him.

Lori relented right away. She burst out laughing. "All right, all right. I'll forgive you this time. Don't ever lose your temper at me again, all right?" "Yes, Ma'am!" Bryce raised three fingers as he made the promise. This cheered Lori up tremendously. I watched all of this. How ironic. The day would come when Lori would find out that I was the only person who died in the accident. Would she still be able to laugh then?

Samantha gripped Madison by the neck and threatened, “Who cares if I killed your mother? If Aiden doesn’t show up, you’ll be dead too! I’ll kill anyone I have to for Anthony!” Anthony was the only person who occupied her life and her heart. It was as if I were not her son, even though we had lived together for twenty years. As I watched Madison shake and cry in terror, I wanted badly to rip Samantha apart. However, I was already dead and could do nothing! In her panic, Madison grabbed Samantha’s hand and bit it. The pain made Samantha shove Madison away. Right then, a huge truck came barreling right into Madison. In an instant, Madison’s small body became like that of a broken-winged bird as

His entire body trembled uncontrollably, and his face turned ghastly pale. He kept muttering that my death wasn't real, but the police didn't bother explaining any further. They simply took him straight to the police stations' morgue. With quivering hands, he lifted the white sheet. The moment he saw the remains, he collapsed to the floor. Staggering to his feet, he stumbled toward the exit like a madman on the verge of losing his sanity. "T-This isn't my wife," he muttered, his pupils blown wide. "You just brought in some random bones to trick me—I won't believe it! My wife's still alive. I'm going to find her!"

I said. He nodded once and looked at the floor. "Go," he said. "Before I change my mind." We went. Thorian took the lead without discussion, Vaelin fell to the rear, and Soren moved to my left side and I felt the familiar organized efficiency of three people who knew how to move through dangerous space descend over our small group like something practiced and automatic. The corridors were quiet in the early morning stillness. We moved through them with the controlled deliberate speed that covered ground without creating sound and I stayed close to Thorian and kept Ren's directions organized in my head and watched the corners and tried to breathe evenly.