Invincible Train Scene Novels & Stories

Surprisingly, we do not, and for that, I am eternally grateful to the Gods. We wait for the train to pass us before Ace begins pursuing it. When the final container on the freight train opens, Magnus stands there with a smirk on his face. He drops a large metal plate and I watch as it crashes onto the cast iron tracks, sparks flying off the sides as Ace drives up to it and drives us inside. Ace kills the engine, dismounts the bike and assists Magnus in hoisting the plate back into the train before they close the door and begin yelling and high-fiving each other.

Spike and co are trying to prevent more from entering the field but using their bodies as barriers. As I gather pace I see in the distance the witch prepare for another spell, her hands aiming at Spike and co at the fence. “Watch out!” I yell from my distance but am too late as the witch aims a fireball at the trainees that all fall to the ground. Approximately nineteen rebels walk through the gap in the border fence and look to Tate who is still battling it out with the same intruder.

He didn’t want to be separated from them just in case the train was engulfed underwater. The train operator pulled the brakes on the train, causing it to jerk and throw everyone on top of the train forward. The were barely able to stop themselves from falling. Some of the warriors had to use their claws to keep from being thrown completely off the train. They could hear the wheelset screeching loudly and could smell the smoke coming from them. Makahi half shifted and commanded his warriors to do the same. Once the waves had completely covered the train like a water dome. Something dropped from the top of the dome and landed on the back of the train. Makahi ran over to deal with the threat b

"Diana, beseech the earth not to collide with our cart train. We don't want that to happen, or we shall all be dead in a split second. Now! Go!" They, on the other hand, required no urging. They jumped into the last cart as pieces of the tunnel collapsed in front of them. The rest followed suit. Following close behind, Nirvana assisted Elfar onto the train, and then Diana hopped on herself and whistled to the passengers. "Quick! Now…Nirvana! As quickly as you possibly can!"

Every instinct screamed at me to look back, to see what was coming, to make sure the thing wasn’t right behind us, jaws open, ready to swallow us whole. “Eyes forward,” I said, voice cracking. “Everyone. Do not look back. Do not look at it. Just run.” “Excuse me?” Jax said. “That’s your plan?” “It’s not a plan. It’s a rule,” I snapped. “In my story, the ghost train only took the ones who looked over their shoulders. If we treat this like that, maybe it plays by the same logic.” “Heroes really should stop using their drafts as field manuals,” he muttered. But then he sucked in a breath and shouted to the others: “You heard her! No looking back!”

It was slowly moving toward the Citadel's docking spire, right along the path of Cargo-Line 7. "The train leaves the depot in exactly two minutes," I said, a holographic overlay of the transit schedule glowing on my visor. "Once it hits the open track, it accelerates to two hundred and fifty miles an hour. If we don't catch it before the Delta Bridge, we'll be eating its exhaust." "Then we push the redline," Dax ordered. He cranked the throttle of the Interceptor. The heavy bike surged forward, the modified engine screaming in protest. The rest of the pack followed suit, the raw torque threatening to tear the tires from the asphalt.

“And you keep making it difficult not to.” Her breathing completely shattered. Then— a loud metallic screech tore through the station. They jumped apart. A train emerged from the darkness. Slowly. Its lights flickered. Its doors opened. The white screen appeared one final time. ONLY ONE MAY BOARD Lena stared at the screen. Then at Riven. “No…” The train doors remained open. Waiting. And behind them the shadows began returning. Hungry. Smiling. And this time they were wearing Lena and Riven’s faces.

Whoever they were, they weren’t just following us—they were hunting us. I turned in my seat, watching as the dark sedan closed in. My fingers dug into the leather, my breathing shallow. "Dominic—" "Hold on!" A deafening horn blared ahead of us. I whipped my head around just in time to see the flashing red and white lights of a massive freight train cutting across the road. "Shit!" Dominic growled. Tires screeched as he yanked the wheel, veering sharply down a side street just before the train barriers lowered. The other car wasn’t so lucky. It slammed to a stop, trapped on the other side as the train thundered through.

“I’m not coming in your mouth. Not this time.” He grabbed her by the arms, pulling her to her feet. Her legs were shaky, and she stumbled against him. He held her up easily, his strength immense. He spun her around, pressing her face-first against the cool window of the train car. The dark landscape rushed by outside, a blur of shadows and distant lights. Her breasts were flattened against the glass, the cold a shocking contrast to her heated skin. He kicked her feet apart with his own, widening her stance, leaving her completely exposed and vulnerable from behind.

I screamed. He shook his head violently. “I can’t… We’ll die! The train’s too close!” “Drive through it or we’re dead anyway!” I pressed the gun harder into his skull. “Move!” But instinct, damn it, instinct betrayed me. He slammed the brakes, tires screaming as the cab lurched forward then halted just before the tracks. The train thundered past… massive, relentless, just inches from our bumper. The wind slammed against the car, rattling the frame.