Phantom Black Car Novels & Stories

When the final bell rang, the trio walked out toward the driveway. "Come on, Ethan," Anna said, jangling her keys. "Kristen and I live in the same estate now. We'll give you a ride and you can tell us everything." Ethan opened his mouth to agree, but the words died. A sleek, jet-black car looking more like a predator than a vehicle slid into the driveway. It had no license plate. In its place, bold silver lettering read: BLACKWOOD. The college students at the driveway were all staring at the sleek expensive car that drive into the college grounds, they wondered who was getting picked up by this expensive car .

None of the hitmen could bear his attitude. Right before they pulled their trigger… Vroom! Vroooooom! Loud noises of a motorcade, consisting of expensive cars, came closer. The leading car was a Rolls-Royce Phantom and the number 8 on the car plate caught much attention. “Stop!” an aged but dignified voice thundered. All the hitmen were surprised. They looked at Randal, waiting for his next order. Randal looked at the Rolls-Royce Phantasm. He raised his hand, signaling his hitmen to stop.

Xavier hurriedly ran towards her, then said, "Can I have one of the cars before you go crazy with them?" She gestures for him to follow her to the underground parking lot where there are almost 50 cars in total. "Pick the car that you like, and I'll bash the next one beside it," Latton yelled at Xavier. Xavier glanced at the different luxury cars in the parking lot and was thinking of getting a sports car, but when he got in the Mayback Exelero he found it small as he couldn't properly move his legs. After hours of searching, he chose the Phantom Mansory Conquistador, and beside it was another Rolls-Royce Phantom which Latton started hitting with the golf club. Although Xavier is aware of wh

They were so deep in the conversation that they almost missed it— SCREEECH! A loud sound of tires skidding onto pavement jolted all three boys to full alert. “What the hell was that?” Lucas sat up straight. “New vehicle,” Graham said, typing rapidly. “Camera Four—switching angle—parking lot east side—” A sleek, matte-black car had come to a hard stop right beside Ethan’s car. The door flew open, and out stepped a tall, lean figure. His black leather jacket clung tightly to his broad shoulders, and his dark hair moved with the wind as he walked toward Ethan.

My coat caught the wind, black fabric trailing behind me like a second shadow. My Bugatti sat at the far end of the block, parked where streetlamps barely touched it. Custom matte black finish. Reinforced windows. Magic-proof. Runed tires. I slid into the driver’s seat and closed the door with a dull, satisfying thunk. Silence. Just me and the hum of something shifting in the dark. I leaned back, exhaled, and stared at the city skyline. Lights flickered through buildings. Neon signs pulsed. Music echoed from somewhere down the block.

“Don.” Bianchi’s voice pulled me from the spiral, and I sucked in a sharp breath. “Yeah?” I responded, forcing my voice steady. He nodded toward a sleek black car that had just pulled up across from us. Tinted windows, engine cut, but no one got out. Suspicious, too perfect.

"That is a Bentley flying spur, I got it in a red colour I didn't want it to be in the dense colour as the other one." Kevin added, he took the last remote on the rest and pressed it, another car honked besides the ded car, it was in grey. "That's a Rolls Royce phantom." Kevin explained again, Crimson was shocked and she could not stop staring at him then the cars with her mouth wide open, she obviously lacked what to say. "You got those for me?" Crimson asked again to be sure she was not dreaming, Kevin nodded with a chuckle as she ran towards the cars and touched each one of them, feeling them in her hands as if they were something she could eat, she didn't talk, she just checked them out.

“You should get one too; for a men in black session.” “You are always bluffing in serious situations.” Lance said and grinned. “It keeps me from being afraid.” John replied and smiled. Lance patted his shoulder and turned to Evans “Evans, can you remember whether the car was brand new or old.” “It didn’t look old, but I can’t say whether it is brand new or not. It had a lot of smoke coming out of it, you see.” “John. That is another point to note.” Lance remarked. “We must look out for a Black BMW which releases smoke.”

I fumbled with my hands, my heart pounding in my chest as I waited my turn to shake their hands, ready to make a really great first impression. It was at this point that the second car sped into the compound right after the first. It was a Bentley with the same all-black color as the Lambo. My nerves bubbled with even greater excitement I could tell that the elusive phantom doctor was right inside that car. "It's happening," I whispered, and I could hear Zoey's gasp after I said that. The same doctor that half the country was yearning to see her face was about to emerge right before my eyes. I tried imagining what she would look like.

The black SUV. It was a Black Range Rover. Top of the line. Idling near the hydrant. This was a neighborhood of dented Toyotas and rusted-out vans. This car was sleek, shiny, and Terrifyingly expensive. It had been there when I clocked in. Still there now eight hours later. The tint on the windows was illegal. Pitch black. Just a void sitting in the orange wash of the streetlights. I refilled coffee, checked the window, and delivered plates. Then checked the window again.