Phantom Black Car Novels & Stories

He just rushed her over to his car. The mysterious creatures had suddenly begun to move, coming closer bit by bit. Dad somehow wasn’t able to get the car unlocked, his hands trembling with groans escaping each time he touched the handle. “Blood!” The wails grew louder than before. They began moving in different directions, keeping us close as they formed a circle. They were moving faster than the speed of light, but I could see them, their heads tilting to the back as they passed by. “Blood! Blood!”

Darren’s POV At eight in the evening, I was still in my car, a metallic black BMW 7 Series, whose interior was covered in cream-colored leather with a touch of mahogany wood in some parts. The night was bustling, as the hustle and bustle of traffic outside suggested otherwise. It was a slightly late hour at the office, and the streets were still bustling with vehicles passing each other.

He said in his usual cute voice when he picked up the phone. “Hey, where are you?” I asked him, looking around simultaneously. “Right in front of you.” “Huh? Where?” “Look to your right, the black Mercedes.” I followed his instruction and a black beast stood in a distance. The car screamed rich and class which made it dominate the road with its colour coming off as even more vibrant in the cold ambience. The windscreen and window glass were black, which made the passengers invisible and of course, I almost didn’t recognise it was his car until I opened the car door and sat inside.

he thought. … True to Bryan's word, five minutes before the bell rang, Catherine appeared. Catherine saw Paxton standing next to a black car. Paxton was like Branden's shadow. Whenever Paxton appeared, it meant Branden was also around. Catherine glanced toward the black car. It was different from the last one. It was a Cullinan Black Badge. "What a fickle man, but he's dedicated to color. He's never been in a car that wasn't black," Catherine thought.

Henry*** The night air was electric as the growl of engines shattered the silence. A fleet of sleek, armored vehicles snaked through the dense forest, their headlights cutting through the shadows like blades. At the center of it all was a black Rolls-Royce, its polished exterior gleaming ominously under the pale moonlight. The vehicle was a statement—a declaration of power, wealth, and unshakable authority.

" He replied. "Okay. If you say so." Greyson tug my arm and quietly said "Our car is here." I turn and was shock to see the most shiniest car I've ever saw in my life. It's pure black with R at the front and a little figurine on top. Another sir Hulk appeared and opened the car door for us. Why do they look all the same?  I look back at Greyson and ask "Are you sure I can ride that car? I don't want my clothes to dirty it Grey Grey."

The noise of cars hooting made everyone terrified of reaching the lifeless body on the busy road. There was distant murmuring, all vehicles sped by to avoid getting into trouble. No one stopped by to help except for a white Mercedes Benz that halted before Bianca. A young gentleman alights from the back seat of the white vehicle, he has a long white and black dyed beard, his black short and silky hair was padded with a band and he was on makeup that suits his skin color perfectly.

“Gosh, I bet whoever was in the car didn’t make it.” Within seconds, a black-tinted Phantom Rolls-Royce screeches through the traffic and drives close enough to my feet to make me jump back. The two women hold each other and squeal. The back passenger window rolls down. A driver with brown slicked back hair and black shades staring into the distance. I can see no one else. The tint from the windows makes it barely impossible to see the image. I can decipher that an only part is a man with long black hair and a cane. "Get in." His hoarse voice demands from the back seat.

The pitch black window made it impossible to see anyone inside but looking at the car, I had a strange hunch. Could this be from— For a few moments, there was no reply, just an eerie silence that made my heart thud faster. Then, another text buzzed through. “You sure he’s gone for something he forgot, or is he here to buy his other girl something?” Discomfort gripped me, sinking its claws deep into my chest. My eyes darted around the parking lot again, scanning every shadow, every car, every face. Then I saw it. A Rolls-Royce Phantom parked a few spaces away, sleek and black, the windows tinted so dark it was impossible to see inside.

he murmured, the words dripping with both threat and dark possession. He guided me out, his palm heavy and warm on the small of my back as we entered the private elevator. The ride down to the underground garage felt endless. A sleek midnight Black Badge Rolls-Royce Phantom waited, its engine purring softly like a predator at rest.