God Of Speed Novels & Stories

Hannah immediately screamed so loudly that I had to move my phone away from my ear. “Oh my God! Seriously?!” “Yes,” I admitted while laughing shyly. “Oh my God,” she repeated dramatically. “So? Was it good?” “A little,” I answered teasingly before laughing. “But honestly, my body still hurts until now. I even feel like I’m getting sick.” Hannah screamed again. “I told you it feels good!” she teased excitedly. “But wait, you feel sick? Oh my God. He must really be—” “HANNAH!”

She was going to use the greatest power she had at her disposal aside from her killing attack. <> What did it feel like to be hit by a punch at the speed of the sound? Sol just tasted the answer.

Enough time to burn off the rage still clawing at my insides. Enough time to remember why I built this place—not for money or power or prestige, but because sometimes you needed to go fast enough that your demons couldn't keep up. I picked the Bugatti Chiron. Matte black. 1500 horsepower. Top speed 261 mph if you had the balls. Tonight I had the balls. I slid into the driver's seat. The Engine roared to life. And I pulled onto the track. Nikolai's voice came through the speakers.

His wolf claws reach out for me and Colby was quick to push me away from his reach. I stagger back and fall back to the shattered window and like those slow motions acts, I watch things escalate. As I fall I see Shawn and Colby killing Ambrose's men in their wolf forms viciously. I avert my gaze to the beautiful sky above and wonder when will I be in peace. As I am falling I call out to God. 'I am falling' 'your humble servant needs you' 'Please save me 'Save me from this world' 'take me ' 'I am falling'

Praying to the goddess of nature, I counted my blessings, reciting a protection spell for possibilities. "Hey, you have the belt on." What was so good about a seat belt if this man's driving landed us below a cliff? Although I had powerful ancestral power, I refused to leave my life to chance and probabilities chance forbid. Tye would be perfect for 'Fast and Furious'; at this point, all that franchise needed was his car keys to their world. For a drive meant to take thirty minutes, we arrived in a solid nine minutes and fifty-nine seconds. You could hear the car screech to an immediate halt. Tye made it to my side, opening the door before shifting and dashing into the woods toward the dark

From now on, he should try to solve this problem himself. Joshua’s speed was simply astonishing. Joniss was furious and shouted at the driver “What are you doing?” “Miss, he’s driving a Maybach.” The brawny man cautiously replied. “Let me drive!” Joniss was angry. She stepped hard on the gas pedal and the car sped down the road. She frantically chased after him.

Kylie asked Jack as Davies followed meekly like a little boy. “That,” Jack smiled and pointed to a car Kylie knew all too well. “Magnus C 3000?” “Yeah; the Magnus C 3000” *Vroooom* “Whooooooo” Kylie exclaimed joyfully with her hand high in the air as the car coveted by many but affordable to only a few sped down the mountain. The Magnus C 3000 really lived up to its name of being the fastest convertible in the world. It moved at a speed that couldn’t be tracked by the human eye and even Kylie with her enhanced vision could barely make out the road and the trees. She finally understood why this vehicle had been banned in several countries. At this type of speed, many would end up dead before

The God of Speed "What do you think?" Xavier Grayson asked, his lips curling into a faint, predatory smirk. He slammed his foot on the accelerator. The racing car roared, its engine screaming as it tore down the track. As the needle climbed, the world outside became a blur of streaking lights. Chloe Bishop instinctively gripped the armrest, her knuckles turning white.

And yet, her body screamed as though someone was placing a hot poker against her skin. Goodwin glanced at her through the rear view mirror, “So ... Haven’t you ever been in a car before?” The princess shook her head, staring out the window as they passed by the trees at amazing speeds. The scenery quickly moving by with them. “No, not ever.” Michael chuckled, “Her stupid father does not like automobiles. I don’t understand why, they can get you to places much quicker than horse carriages.” “Yeah ... I don’t understand it myself. Must be because he hates his people so much that he wants them to suffer without the technological advances we have.” Goodwin laughed as he glanced at Michael throug

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.