Drive Ghost Novels & Stories

the figure said. They looked. Beneath the cracks in the earth, something was moving. Something massive. Something that hadn't seen the light of day in thousands of years. "It's not a drone," Richard whispered, his face turning grey. "No," Joshua said. "It’s a Gravekeeper." The first Gravekeeper clawed its way out of the earth, its metal limbs grinding against the stone. It stood ten feet tall, its eyes burning with a cold, blue fire that made the drones look like candles.

Seeing a side lane, I entered my car backwards and then applied the brake. “Screw you, motherfucker! Find some other truck to commit suicide!” The truck driver cursed at us as it passed by. Panting, Zephyr peered into nothingness with a pale face. My heaving turned into laughter as I held my head. “Now that’s what we call a pro driving.” “Yeah. The god of death just clicked his tongue for missing the chance to take our souls with him and returned to hell or heaven. Wherever he belongs. Pro driving directly to heaven, co-sponsored by Diana Xenon, forced partnership with Zephyr, who doesn’t wanna die.”

I immediately followed but before I could exit the tunnel, the car was gone. It didn't slow down; it simply wasn't there. I slammed on the brakes, the My car skidded to a halt in the middle of the empty road. I didn't waste time looking for a ghost. I pulled a sharp U-turn, the tires smoking. If the Brooks pack was being purged, my estate, and Zelda were the next targets. The drive back to my territory was a blur of high-speed fury. I didn't slow down for the gates; I signaled the override and tore up the driveway. I was covered in my brother's blood, my shirt shredded, my hands still stained with the copper tang of the dungeon floor.

The smug grin on his face was captured with painful clarity by the high-definition camera. Dexter's shouting stopped abruptly. He stared at the screen in disbelief. "Impossible… This is impossible. I crushed your memory card myself!" I looked at him coldly. "What you crushed was a blank card worth less than a dollar. Every dashcam on my car has real-time encrypted cloud backup. Every move you made around my car and every word you said were transmitted in 4K quality to Stanton Group's highest-level servers in real time." The footage on the screen shifted to me alone in a downpour, struggling to clear the construction debris from my parking space.

Mortas searching for Grace I heard the scream, my sensitive ears perked up. I was following the blood droplets and smelled Drorzon but Grace had screamed out in agony. My demon decided reluctantly that Grace's well being could wait as I headed after Drorzon. I ended up inside a garage and the door was open. The smell of exhaust indicated that he drove off in a hurry. It was odd that none of his tribe were around meaning this wasn't his only residence and Chaska had lied to me. I turned back and headed deeper into the bowels of the home following the blood. The tunnel I was traveling down continued to go lower and deeper, zig zagging in several directions into the earth. I was feeling more un

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.

Dad increased the speed again, he was now faster than before and i was afraid we could have an accident. As the car was cruising very fast, we suddenly saw a dead body lying on the road, Dad hooted to see if it was going to move or it was really dead and it didn't move , it was really dead. Dad forced the car to stop before we smashed it , the car stopped immediately with full force and the Tyres were almost ready to burn. We both got out of the car to see who or what it was, we had no idea if it was an animal or a human body. The lights of the car went off, i took the torch i used to scare away the attacker at the creepy farm house.

"Its a surprise." Avatia's eyes widened in excitement. "A surprise?" Draya nodded. "Yupppp. And this is gonna be fun. Let's get going." She said as she pulled Avatia towards the black 2019 Rolls-Royce Ghost EWB she spotted. The car number was the exact same one Dreidan had told her would be waiting for her. Of course, the guy's cars always stood out from the rest. "That's our ride?" Avatia asked, the excitement increasing. "First a private jet, and now such a beautiful car? Woahh, I didn't know you were so rich."

I passed through the hallway and grabbed a key fob off the wall—Axel’s black Aston Martin. I slid into the driver’s seat, started the engine, and pressed the gate release. If he wanted to control me, he’d have to catch me first. And Lyra Russell? She was about to learn that some ghosts don't forgive… and they sure as hell don’t forget. “Ma’am, please—” “Move, Baron.” “Mrs. Blackwood, the boss—” “I don’t care what Axel said.” My grip on the steering wheel tightened as I reversed out of the garage like the Aston Martin was an extension of my fury. The driveway lights blinked red as the gate started to close ahead of me, and I pressed my foot hard on the gas pedal.

Ding. The elevator doors glided open to reveal a deserted, dimly lit underground parking lot. Darren walked with long, heavy strides, his breath catching in ragged gasps as he yanked open the door of his sports car and threw his muscular frame behind the steering wheel. He ignited the monster engine, letting the predatory roar of the exhaust shatter the silence of the concrete garage, before slamming the accelerator pedal straight into the floorboards. The pitch-black vehicle launched out of the luxury complex like a bullet, severing through the capital city's deserted streets as a torrential midnight downpour began to assault the metropolis.