Phantom Black Car Novels & Stories

It materialized directly on the track. Between Alina and Kaira. A black vehicle. Unlike anything else in the Archive. No silver. No symbols. No light. Just darkness. Both women froze. The system exploded. Every notification turned blood red. [UNAUTHORIZED PARTICIPANT DETECTED] [HOST ZERO] [HOST ZERO] [HOST ZERO] The black car accelerated instantly. Faster than either of them. Impossible speed. Impossible presence. The finish line was only moments away. Kaira's face lost all color.

"Sarah, are you going to the courthouse too? Do you want to squeeze in with us? It's a two-seater sports car, but you could always crouch in the back." Frank lifted his sunglasses. "Lily, don't be ridiculous. My car has real leather seats. If they get dirty, they're not easy to clean. She can just take a cab." With that, the two of them got into the car and drove off. Mud splashed across my pants as they passed. I pulled out a few tissues and wiped myself clean. At that moment, a black Rolls-Royce Phantom glided through the rain and came to a stop in front of me. The driver stepped out with an umbrella and greeted me respectfully.

Upon arrival,they were welcomed and shown to the bank's parking lot where the car had been towed to. The car,which was a black dodge Challenger,had a sleek and aggressive appearance, with its muscular body lines accentuated by the dark color. The glossy black paint emphasized its bold design, while the iconic grille and headlights add to its menacing presence on the road. The blacked-out rims and tinted windows contribute to its overall sporty and stylish aesthetic. Mitchell couldn't believe it,her dream car was right in front of her and as they circled it, she could feel a wave of excitement rush through her body. She opened the driver's door and stepped into the car.

Stupid network service! I started the ignition and geared the car into acceleration and began driving. It was a Black Phantom Rolls Royce — a very expensive and sophisticated vehicle and I have to admit I liked the way it felt when I drive it; I liked the feel of my feet pressing down on the gas peddle unhitched, I like the feel of smoothly maneuvering of the steering wheel and the real leather seats made my rear feel comfortable, not to mention the soft noise the tyres made plying the road. What I did not like, or rather, who I didn’t like, was Gyro. I hated her haughtiness and pride, I hated the fact that she was sometimes uptight and rude, I hated the fact that she was also too friendly s

He eventually got tired and let her be. Most of the cars had tinted windows on and Grace was starting to wonder how she would be able to sight either of Veronica's parents if she couldn't even see through the window but just as if the universe were listening to her dilemma, the answer served itself on a platter. A black Lexus started pulling in but it was the name inscribed on the plate number that caught Grace's attention; BADMUS. "Oh my God, it's them!" She screamed as she jumped to her feet and started hitting the windows frantically, forcing the driver to slow down and wind down his window on his side of the car.

Thirdie stepped out of the hotel lobby into the thick Manila air, the night alive with the hum of traffic and the glow of neon signs. His driver immediately opened the door to his car…. a sleek, black luxury vehicle with the kind of plate number that spoke not just of wealth, but of power. It was the kind of car that made people turn their heads, whispering in recognition of who owned it. Yet tonight, Thirdie barely noticed.

It was then I noticed it was not a taxi, I'd only assumed. A matte black Range Rover Sport. Not the car that haunted me that day, that one was apparently Rihanna's car. This one had its own kind of menace. My eyes scanned it fast. Big enough for 2–4 men and a victim. Dark-tinted glass for secrecy. Fast enough to escape. Luxurious but intimidating. The passenger window rolled down. A man in an all-black suit sat there, black hair slicked back, dark shades hiding his eyes. He turned toward me. I couldn’t see his stare, but I felt its weight.

"It's driving me nuts. I promise I won't do anything stupid." "Fine. I'll just send you his number now." Nathan fulfilled his promise and I hopped on my Black Cadillac, on my way home. I wish my car could fly over the traffic that had decided to keep me halted on the road. I leaned back in my driver's seat but as I look outside the window to wind down for fresh air, my jaw dropped. Exactly beside me on the road is Freya's car. It is a black Lamborghini and of latest production. She didn't realize I was looking and she seems to be attending to her son who looks like he his having a problem with his eyes.

Amanda followed, already reaching into her pocket for the car keys. They moved out of the corridor and into the open drive where a midnight black Rolls Royce Phantom waited, its polished surface catching the light. Amanda took the driver’s seat, her movements efficient and controlled. Tamara slid into the back, Naomi beside her, and as the door closed, Victor remained where he was, watching the car pull away, his gaze fixed until the vehicle disappeared beyond the gates.