Integra X Alucard Novels & Stories

“I think I like the other one more.” He went to run his hand through his hair and hit his sunglasses. He pulled them out with his hand. “This one is much nicer, Steph.” “There was nothing wrong with the other one” I said, taking a step away to walk back. “This one has leather seats,” Alaric said as he leaned forward to read the paper. “It has everything you could need.” “Including an outrageous price,” l mumbled as Alaric grabbed my hand. “It has a warranty” he said as he gently pulled me toward him. “You’ll spend a fortune keeping the other one running.”

“Who says we are going there? It’s not the only place where we can eat, Azlynn.” Oh! It dawned on me that Xavion had a restaurant in his mind as we went to the parking lot of the castle. Beta Alvaro was ready with a red sports car there. He handed the car keys to his Alpha and reported to him. “It should run just fine. The mechanic has fixed the engine.” Looking closely, I recognized the 2019 model of Ferrari. It couldn’t be that … Xavion read the obvious shock written on my face and eased my curiosity immediately.

she muttered. Luca lifted her slightly to unstick her heel. He kept his arm around her waist until they made it safely to the barn. The barn was covered in ivy and creeping plants, even the doors. Luca located the handle and pulled, the ivy parted in two as the two hidden wooden doors swung open to show two cars; their 4X4 and their truck, with space for another car. Luca unlocked the 4X4 before squeezing into the car. Whoever had used it last hadn't left much room and there was even less room on the passenger side. “I'll pull the car out for you,” Luca stated as he closed the drivers door. The engine roared to life and the large black car drove forward until it was in front of Alissa.

His eyes sparkled brightly. Hearing the chatter of the genius child, Ben, who was walking over, smiled faintly. "Do you like this car?" "Of course! This is a Pagani Huayra with 850 HP! There's no need to doubt its aerodynamic and suspension capabilities. And look how dashing this car is!" Louis ran and touched the front of the car with great care and admiration. "There's chrome-molybmun in here!" "Chome-molybdenum, Louis," Emily corrected, making Ben widen his eyes.

_Alaric's POV_ As we approached my car, I couldn't help but notice the awe in Alina's and Juliet's eyes. It was a sight to behold—a marvel of modern engineering that few ordinary people had the opportunity to encounter. They circled the shiny vehicle several times, examining each detail with curiosity. The design of the car was starkly different from the carriages they were familiar with; it was more enclosed and modern, giving off a futuristic feel that seemed to captivate them entirely.

I worked the back row, the cars Audrey had reached last, lifting covers and checking tags. The tenth car was a 1971 Alfa Romeo Montreal. Dark blue. The tag read: "bought because it's ridiculous. Keeping it because I'm right." I smiled despite myself. Marcus Warner had apparently been a man of strong opinions about Italian cars. The eleventh car was the Stratos. Already uncovered, her name still on the windscreen. I stood in front of it for a moment, looking at her name in her father's handwriting, and felt the complicated thing I'd been feeling all morning do another slow rotation in my chest.

And I thought running for my life from Mandonie wolves was terrifying. “Alpha, of course.” Katrina smirked, climbing out of the Maserati Quattroporte Modena Q4 like she hadn’t nearly killed us with her breakneck speed. I only know the model of the car because Persephone is a car nut and squealed when Katrina walked up to the crisp white car in the garage. Personally, I don’t care. I was content with my Fiat, which has probably been scrapped. Fucking Ignazio. “Somehow, I cannot picture Alec driving like that.” I commented, adjusting the dress, trying to make my cleavage less pronounced. “I said Alpha, not papa.” Katrina retorted.

"This car is the Pommel Fire, the first in its series. We're making it so fast, so powerful, that the body can't be that simple without reducing those two factors. It's so strong it can go through a brick wall, and it's completely waterproof. It may not be our most beautiful car, but it's certainly the most powerful-" "I'll pay you double the price," Xavier interrupts, "right now, if you'll let me drive it out of here right now. We are in a hurry." "Double?!" he says alarmed, "but sir, this car is worth-" Xavier hands him a debit card. "Now. Hurry up." He seems to be annoyed by the man and his surprised attitude. The man gives Xavier another surprised look, then backs into an office. We wait

Both Sam and David knew the car design details (bumpers changes dated the cars) well enough to approximate the year of production (1967) for the other's vehicle. The cars they drove were not immaculate polished show vehicles with matching numbers; their engines, brakes, bumpers, etc. were all updated for ordinary driving in 2008. Sam's Avanti had a 450 HP Corvette engine coupled to a 6 speed trany with paddle shifters, and there were oversized disk brakes on all four corners. David's very handy Excalibur included pieces from several wrecks plus add-on bits like a modern sound system. Only the frame and a few body panels dated from 1967.

“She agrees. Now, if you’ll excuse us…” We wove through the crowd, Nico’s voice echoing: “The Mercedes S-Guard 600: V12 biturbo, 523 hp, VR10 protection, panic alarm integrated…” A Japanese yakuza boss cornered us by the Lexus LX 570. “3.5L twin-turbo V6, 409 hp, B7 armor. Solid. Price?” “Negotiable...for the right buyer,” I said, but a female associate with him smiled too sweetly at Dante. I pressed my hip into his, my glare sending her scurrying.