Is Godspeed Faster Than Flash Novels & Stories

But the simpler it looked, the more extraordinary it was. "This is the most advanced fighter our clan has ever built. I call it Ghostler. And I can say with confidence that it's the fastest stealth aircraft in the world. Pushed to its absolute limit, with no concern for damage, it can hit Mach 15. That's 15 times the speed of sound." Gideon nodded, impressed. "Now that's badass!" Mach 15 speed—it was unreal. Faster than lightning, moving like a ghost, everywhere and nowhere at once.

“If possible, can you be faster?” Hades pressed the pedal and leaned forward. “On your command.” Vroooooom! The car wheels rolled faster than before. The kind of speed that Hades didn't imagine he would do.

Flora's car was far away before Christian told the driver to drive. Jessica glanced at Christian, who kept his eyes on the iPad in his hand, and couldn't help but say, "Are you so fast?" She just slept, and when she woke up, her plan had been implemented... "Watch out your mouth. Who did you say was fast? Huh?" Christian looked up at her, and he didn’t even blush when he asked like that. The driver and Ethan on the passenger seat held their laughter while Jessica glared at him, "I'm talking about you. You're the fastest."

Naturally, in those first seconds, Sigourney quickly took the lead, gradually widening the distance between herself and Grace. Today, Sigourney had chosen a blazing red motor, and as it tore down the track, it was like a streak of fire, strikingly vivid, flying through each bend with speed and precision. The motor leaned slightly into every curve, each turn taken at the perfect angle, cutting the tightest arc possible. Grace, undeterred, twisted her throttle harder to give chase, pushing for more speed whenever they reached a straight stretch.

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.

If she were any faster, she could parasail across the swamp. The sky’s so dark it blots out the moon and every star. It’s going to be a whale of a storm whenever it hits. The wind howls as I power along the driveway, but it matches my angry mood. Once I hit the paved road, I speed along at about one-twenty. Cars and trucks move out of my way as if they can feel my rage.

He was as fast as a hunting cheetah, swiftly supporting Isabella's back of the head with his hand and pushing her towards himself, then, he kissed her fiercely. His movements were so swift that Isabella couldn't react in time. Their lips met, rubbing against each other until they could no more. Time seemed so sweet and fragrant at this moment. The heart, once again, was tightly seized. After an indeterminate amount of time, Quinn finally let go of Isabella, who was panting heavily. He carefully cradled Isabella's face, his rough fingertips gently brushing over her swollen, moist lips. He gave a faint smile. Isabella was still panting, everything happened too quickly, it was over before she h

Still, fulfilling them was easy - just go do them. Eva motioned over her heart with an X. “Cross my heart.” The cruiser lurched forward now that it had fully separated from the station, and was able to fly clear of it. It set a course for the next station on the route, and sped up to a hundred meters per second. Although it wasn’t very fast compared to the fighters, they would still arrive within a few hours. Its escorts - a couple of frigates and a dozen fighters - flew in formation alongside it, Eva and Miko with them. They had previously gone on a similar run before, and found it to be easy money.

However, her words dissolve in her mouth as she realizes that Paul has abruptly accelerated the car. As Paul accelerates the car, a surge of adrenaline courses through Audrey's veins. The speedometer needle climbs rapidly, and the powerful engine roars beneath the hood. The Bugatti's sleek design glimmers under the streetlights, its aerodynamic curves and polished exterior exuding an air of luxury and sophistication.

George says quietly. “Shit! I’m sorry. I know it can hurt you guys and I’ve been practicing with Tyson quite a bit. I didn’t mean to; I was just trying to get you to understand.” I tell them, with guilt heavy in my heart. I pull back my aura too, knowing it’s pulsing out as hard as my heart is beating. I see them visibly relax as I look down at my speedometer. 110mph. I gulp but continue at my incredibly fast pace.