Eternal Speedster Novels & Stories

Speed never lied. At three hundred miles an hour, the world peeled away everything unnecessary. There was no room for pretense or sweet-talking, no time for betrayal or half-truths. Excuses had no traction at these speeds; the machine demanded everything, and if you hesitated, it would chew you up and spit you out as just another cautionary tale whispered in the garages of the elite.

Her kiss felt like a symbol of the eternal love and bond that they shared. “Can you promise that we’ll be together forever, Garin? That even after death, we’ll find each other in Harlem and be together for all eternity?” Hannah asked. “I wouldn’t have it any other way, Hannah. I promise you that our love will live forever, in the physical world and the Nether realm. We will love each other for every lifetime, every generation and nothing will ever break us apart. I swear it,” He said. “I swear it as well,” Hannah said and they sealed their promise with another kiss and let the night swallow them in its calm and peace as they engaged in the sharing of skin and the passion found within.

Eternal. The word eternal can be defined as an everlasting or universal spirit representing the Moon Goddess lasting or existing forever. Let that sink in. I wasn't always an Eternal Wolf. Before I was ever an Eternal Wolf, I was the Alpha Queen. Becoming the Alpha Queen wasn't easy by any stretch of the word, but being the Alpha Queen shaped me into the she-wolf I have become. I didn't know it then, but I was destined for greatness. The Moon Goddess made sure of that. Saving my people, and really the earth realm from absolute destruction wasn't something I was thinking about when I was a young wolf. Little did I know.

he came to her and made her to sit, but Catherine Davison moved away from him, scared. "Hey what happened to you? It's me Devin Miles. Your childhood bestie" He waved his hand in front of her. "What are you saying? Are you escaped from some asylum? I don't even know you" Catherine Davison pushed his hand away from her feeling annoyed. Devin Miles blinked his eyes trying to understand his friend behavior. He scratched his head and suddenly shouted, "I know. I know what's happening" Catherine Davison was curious about what he knew.

"I’m here because you’ve never seen this town outside of the back of a grocery van. Get your things. We’re going out." "Out? Ethan, I can’t, if….” "You can. And you will." He didn't give me a choice. Within twenty minutes, we were in the sleek, low-slung interior of his Porsche, sneaking out the house, tearing down the winding driveway of the estate. The wind felt like a cold, sharp blade against my face, slicing away the layers of dust and misery I’d accumulated over the past months. Our first stop was a small café to eat. The food was simple, but comforting, and for a moment, I let myself relax.

I was speeding like a deranged tiger and didn’t even pay attention to the road rules. I could see the mobs coming after me but they were in a car which means they can’t catch up if I double up. When I got to a certain part of the road which was quiet, all the street lights went off as I saw a huge motorbike speeding towards me. That is Lando. I prepared myself to jump off my bike when he comes closer so I slowed down a bit.

Tyr let out a low growl, strode forward, and chased after the three cars at the speed of light. Tyr was extremely fast, and it far surpassed the average human speed. It didn’t take him long before he managed to catch up to the three cars moving at lightning speed. The silver swallow Leonel and the others noticed a figure chasing them in the rear mirror from behind. At this moment, a shiver shot through all of their bodies, as well as a tingling sensation. “Who is that guy? A ghost?” “It’s that lunatic, Tyr Summers.” Lyra clenched both her fists; her heart was still filled with a deep fear and dread. “Go faster. Shake him off.”

Emotions only ever clouded the plan. They made you weak. And weakness was the quickest way to die in the underworld. Which was why he needed to shift his focus. Back to her. The one who had really haunted him longer than Sarah ever did. The ghost racer. He thought back to that day, months ago, when a black and red blur had sliced through his convoy on a rain slick highway at over 200 km/h. A wild, reckless stunt that no sane driver would’ve pulled. But this one? They didn’t just survive. They thrived.

"We're running out of time here" "Oh you're here. This ride right here runs 250mph per hour, and isn't up to 45kg. it's fast and has no weight. The perfect ride for his journey" Damien loved automobiles, reminding myself of the times he normally compared his speed as a werewolf with the speed of a fast car. I guess that was how he learnt to run without getting tired. "It's good that you've got a vast knowledge on automobiles, if you don't drive, I would drive myself and let you be guarded here in this office until I'm back"

he playfully salutes to everyone after straightening his suit. "Will you attend the grand launch, Arvz?" Samantha quickly asks before he can leave. "I'm always around, Sam. I will drop by" he winks before turning to Xander. "Don't upset her, buddy. Bugatti La Voiture Noire could run 260mph. It would be a long chase" Arvin smirked before turning away to leave. ****tbh****