Phantom Black Car Novels & Stories

Kim asked, wanting to know exactly where this was headed. P’First sighed. “Well, I was—my car, rather—was attacked by an assailant too, an unknown black vehicle that had no license plate,” he admitted. This made Kim instantly alert. A shooting, black car, no license plate—that ticked three of four boxes. “Did you find out who the vehicle belonged to?” But even as he asked such a question, Kim could practically see P’First shaking his head. “Unfortunately, no,” came P’First’s expected answer.

he countered smoothly. I pushed back from the table, heart pounding, and drifted toward the large wall-length window. The view outside was sharp, city lights bleeding into dusk. My eyes caught on the car parked below. My lips parted. It wasn’t just any car. Sleek curves, polished black finish, the unmistakable silhouette, Bugatti. The sight of it always left me astounded. “That’s really yours, Damon?” I whispered, more to myself. His reflection in the glass appeared behind me. “One of them.”

“So he saw who killed him.” “Likely.” “Good.” Grayson’s tone was almost calm. “Means he died knowing who outsmarted him.” Elias hesitated. “Sir, there’s one more thing. The cameras near Havensbrook picked up a car—” Grayson looked up. “A black sedan. High-end. Modified plates, tinted glass. Security-grade tires.” Grayson’s brow lifted slightly — recognition flickering like a spark behind his cold eyes. Roman. He didn’t say it aloud. Didn’t need to. The silence said enough.

I turned on instinct and saw a car parked half a block down, partially swallowed by the shadow between two large trees. My heart skipped a beat. It was a black car... With no plates. I knew that car.

Totally blank. He sat on the bench looking around. Nothing out of place, until he took notice of a black car parked a few metres away. Number plate JS1234. John took out his cellphone and called Alex," there is a black Mercedes parked a few meters down the road from where I am, JS1234.........", Before John could say anything else he was cut off by Alex " Master thatbis one of the companies vehicles but they are not part of our clan, you need to lose them before you come here. D0 not get followed at any cost".

“What are you being in a daze for?” In desperation, the black man yelled again, but the driver had yet to regain his senses. His pupils dilated as panic filled his eyes. He shot the black man a frightened gaze, because Phantom Dragon was now making his way over with the knife. By then, the black man noticed Phantom Dragon through the rearview mirror. He was breaking down. He had completely broken down. He simply opened the car door and fired three shots at Phantom Dragon. Yet, Phantom Dragon dodged all three shots. It was like a scene straight out of a movie like The Matrix.

The bodyguard stopped in front of a sleek black car. A black Rolls-Royce Phantom gleamed under the city lights, its silk interior glowing like a midnight sky. The 21-inch wheels looked as though they barely touched the ground, the luxury beast humming with a whisper-quiet V12 engine. It was elegance in motion, the kind that didn’t need attention to command it. “We’re here, ma’am,” he said, pulling the door open. My heart skipped as the door swung wide. Inside the car, Adrian Wolfe sat comfortably, one hand resting on his knee, the other scrolling through his phone. The dim interior light traced his sharp jawline, making him look every bit as powerful as he felt.

---District A,Airport Region,Aurora City--- A convoy of black cars drove swiftly on the road,speeding at a shocking speed across the highway. Passersby were shocked by the sudden outburst of speed showcased by this black cars. The lineup of this convoy was extravagant:Five Rolls-Royce,each of the latest model;Two 2020 Rolls Royce phantoms,Two 2020 Rolls Royce wraith and one 2021 Rolls Royce Ghost.

"Thank you. Who is it? Should I look for a specific car?" "You'll know it. It’s the car that probably costs more than our parents' house. Black Mercedes-AMG G 63. Just get in, okay? I gotta go, Coach is—babe, stop—I gotta go!" The line went dead. I tucked my phone away and hugged my bag tighter. Five minutes. I could survive five minutes of shivering if it meant a heater and a ride. I stared out into the sheet of grey, watching the way the streetlights reflected in the growing puddles. A pair of headlights cut through the gloom, turning the rain into falling diamonds. A sleek, matte-black car rolled up to the curb. It was a beast of a vehicle and looking entirely too clean for a night like t

She continued, her voice dropping slightly as if sharing a secret. “You see that car out front? The black one? It’s been parked there for almost ten minutes. Not a soul from the building got in or out of it. And the men standing next to it…” She shivered. “Big guys with tattoos. The kind of people who make a woman clutch her purse and cross the street.” I frowned. My pulse quickened before I could stop it. “What kind of car?” She shrugged. “Fancy. One of those expensive ones with tinted windows. Looks like it belongs in a movie about drug lords.”