Mighty Express: Train Trouble Novels & Stories

"Thralls are suicide units. They were just a distraction." The train lurched again, the screeching of metal on metal echoing through the floorboards. The speed was increasing exponentially. We were tearing down the mountain grade entirely out of control. "Killian," I said, the cosmic warning of my Crown vibrating against my skull. "The brakes are gone. And we are heading straight for the gorge."

“This might be the biggest decision in human economic history.” “Probably.” “And we’re deciding it on a subway train.” “Yep.” Marcus Changes the Game Back in Blackwell Tower— Marcus’s screen suddenly flashed. Jessica frowned. “What happened?” Marcus leaned forward. The signal from the master key had changed. The train had stopped moving. Marcus smiled slowly. “They’re getting off.” Jessica studied the map. “That’s Midtown.” Marcus stood. “Perfect.” He grabbed his coat. “You’re going out?” “Yes.” Jessica looked surprised. “You usually let other people handle these things.”

Meanwhile inside the house. "S-Stop! P-please~ No ahhhh~" Grace tried to break free from her grip, painful grib only to cause more pain when she tightened it more sharply. She was gone blind from the rage not noticing how much visible damage she was doing because in the past whenever she hit her it was always where it can't be seen by Aaron but this time it looks like she got mentally insane. Grace starts shaking in fear, ,the look in her mother in law eyes that shows how angry she is by the red streaks line in her usually black orbs and it's not a good sign .

But as the train approached the platform, the deep sight flared—not with a threat, but with an overwhelming, suffocating sense of wrongness. The train was moving too fast. "Jace," Elara said, her posture instantly stiffening, her hand dropping to the polished iron staff at her hip. The locomotive didn't decelerate properly. The brakes shrieked, massive sparks showering from the tracks as the heavy iron wheels locked. It skidded into the station, overshooting the primary platform and slamming into the heavy hydraulic bumpers at the end of the line with a bone-jarring CRUNCH. Screams echoed from the lower civilian platforms.

Jax knelt beside her and gently brushed cum-soaked hair from her face. “You did so good, baby,” he murmured. “Took all those cocks like a champion whore.” Maya looked up at him with dazed, satisfied eyes. She felt ruined… and strangely free. A sudden crackle came over the speakers. “Attention passengers. Technical issues have been resolved. This train will resume service shortly. We apologize for the long delay.” The men quickly adjusted their clothes. Some slipped away to other cars. Others stayed, still stroking themselves as they looked at Maya’s wrecked body one last time.

Then I heard it—above, faint but real: Alexander’s roar. Mamá’s scream. Marco’s code. Lila’s gunfire. Rosa’s “¡Coño, Elena, fight!” They were coming. The train shuddered. The walls cracked. The passengers screamed. I grabbed the ticket. Didn’t sit. Tore it in half. The train exploded. Not fire. Light. White, blinding, ours. The cars dissolved, the memories shattered, the passengers burned. I fell upward, through the fracture, through the alley, into arms.

He said to Old Wilson "We would have been happy to take the train! Why the helicopter?" Old WIlson said "The trains here are not like those in other countries. They are over crowded and slow. By train, the journey is between two and three hours, depending on the stops. But even a first class ticket is meaningless here. They pack the railcars like sardines. I was not willing to let my Young Master, his Lady and his friends suffer that torment. And also, by the way, the guide that I have secured for you, is also a translator. So you will not have any problems with the language. Now go! You don't want to keep the pilot waiting."

The station master, a frail old man, cowered as the angry giant approached him. "The midnight train—did a girl and an older woman get on it?" Rahim demanded, grabbing the man’s lapels. "Y-yes, sir... just a few minutes ago. They bought tickets for the northern line," the man stammered. Rahim turned toward the horizon. Far off in the distance, he could see the red tail-lights of the train fading into the darkness of the forest. The rhythmic chug-chug of the engine sounded like a mocking laugh echoing through the valley.

Only pain in her eyes. Composing herself, she shook her head in denial and the attendant left. ‘What lost in Boston remains in Boston.’ With that thought, she flew back to her hometown. From afar, Adam stared out of the floor to ceiling glass window with his both hands dipped each side of his pocket. A plane just flew high above the sky right before his eyes. It appeared distant from where he stood. The plane holds his full attention until it disappears from his line of vision. “Sir, it’s hard to repair. The whole operating system has been crushed by some virus.” The mechanic from the IT department surrenders his hands in the air breaking his trance of thought.

Tristan and his maid brought over dishes filled with meats fruits and eggs, setting them on the table. “We eat, then we leave. We have a train to catch.” I looked at Hunji, eyes wide and mouth slack. “Hurry up, we don’t have all day. The train leaves in 2 hours.” Hunji’s less-than-cheerful mood rolled off me. I was too excited about going on a train. I had always dreamt of going across the country by train. Or a boat, or even a car!