Phantom Racer Novels & Stories

I’m impressed. “ Let’s time it.” I read Speed saying. Ratchet presses a few keys and a stopwatch pops up in the corner of the screen. I see his finger hover over a button as he watches the track. When Speed is directly in front of us Ratchet hits the button and Speed takes off like a rocket. I swear she is back in front of us before I can blink. I look over at the stopwatch and see it has stopped at one hundred and twenty-five seconds. Ratchet types “ That is at one hundred and twenty miles per hour.” Holy fuck she is going that fast already. I see Ratchet reset the stopwatch. “ Speed’s words come across the screen “ Let’s see if we can do better.” Do better is she fucking kidding right now?

"GO!" When the flag girl dropped her hands, I floored it being the first one over the starting line. I made a hard, quick, elegant drift around the first sharp curve closer to the safety rail. Shifting gears, a smile tugs at my lips while the engine purrs under me. I jerked forward when something, rather someone, hit me. I looked in my rearview mirror. "Faye?! This bitch has lost her mind. How dare she put a scratch on my baby. After the race, you're dead." Gritting my teeth, I returned to the road coming out of the curve. Shifting my gear again. "What the fuck is that?" a small figure was wandering in the middle of the road. "Is that a kid? How in the hell did a kid get out here?" I immedia

The vehicles lined up, engines roaring with power, their drivers eager to prove their mettl Eva, fueled by her newfound determination and the thirst for Damien's flesh, saw the race as an opportunity—a chance to escape the confines of her cage and unleash her true nature. She plotted her move, awaiting the perfect moment when chaos and confusion would reig As the flag dropped, signaling the start of the race, the vehicles surged forward, tearing through the forest like wild beasts. The spectators watched in awe as the drivers skillfully navigated the treacherous terrain, their hearts pounding with excitemen

"Harvey Fisher expects you all to train a non-professional racer for a world-class event. Don't you think that's embarrassing?" Vincent spread his hands in a casual shrug. "It's just an exhibition race." Piecing together the conversation between Cyrus and Lesley, Elara quickly grasped the full picture. "Niamh is entering the International Racing Championship?" Cyrus proudly said to Elara, "Fisher Corp is one of the sponsors for the International Racing Championship for the Capitol Circuit. Ms. Niamh will be competing in the exhibition race as a driver." With a smug tone, he continued, "Mr. Fisher spared no expense in recruiting Moonchaser Racing Club's top engineers and mechanics to ensure s

Playing the same racing game as some defunct twelve-year-old somewhere whose mother wanted to pawn him off on games so she could fuck her boyfriend in peace. If only they knew the life that was headed straight for them, full speed ahead. “Earth to Clint. You there, man?” Roy’s voice ripped me from my trance and my eyes fell against the projection screen. Shit, the race had started and I was still hanging out at the starting line. I sighed as I peeled away from the flashing lights, racing around some random city with some random obstacles and some random cars chasing after us. I cut through the town, running some cars over trying to get into first place. I lost myself in the mindless momentum

“This is a fucking Droptail, Lucas, what do you mean it's for me? This? This is… for me? It's literally one of the little few made. What–what the fuck?!” His eyes crinkled in amusement. “You don’t like it?” She laughed shakily. “Like it? Lucas, this is…” She trailed off, circling slowly, her palm gliding over the flawless hood as if it might vanish if she wasn’t gentle enough. Her gaze snagged on the Spirit of Ecstasy emblem, catching sunlight like a diamond. “You bought me a Phantom. Not just a Royce—Droptail . Do you know how insane this is? How much this fucking cost?”

It was a death trap disguised as a racecourse. ………….. Two seasons ago “Go home kid, this is no place for whinny little Mama's boys” the racing referee spat at the frail-looking rider beside him. The rider had soft features, with tiny arms like twigs_ resembling a Willow tree standing in a storm. But his eyes were different _ those honeyed eyes were filled with an undeterred will. “Hey, Romano who is this lad” The voice was filled with a hint of cockiness and laced pride. The voice belonged to no other than Venom_ the undefeated star of the track.

Balanced I guess. The announcer’s voice cut through the roars with a mic. “Two laps, winner takes the stack! The hottest players of the Velocity Kings, and the Phantom Blades are playing. Zayne versus Jeremy—oh, you all better pray.” “Go, Z!” Stacy shouted. I could hear other noises too, rooting for Jeremy and Zayne. I felt too conscious and it wasn’t even me on the motorcycle. The roar that followed shook my ribcage. People surged forward, waving cash, shouting odds. Carol grabbed my wrist, and for a moment, it grounded me. My chest felt too small to hold my lungs.

He stayed glued to Chloe's rear bumper, using the deafening thunder of his exhaust to psychologically bombard them. Lulu’s heart was hammering against her ribs. "Chloe, maybe we should just surrender!" she cried out, her mind spiraling into pessimism. This was Jin Chen—ranked among the top five racers in all of Asia. Challenging him felt less like a race and more like a suicide mission. The Symphony of Speed Headlights cut through the thick fabric of the night. On either side of the track, the autumn leaves rustled violently in the wake of the cars, yellowed foliage spiraling into the air only to be crushed and scattered by the passing tires.

I had to find something I could do to make money that I could be discrete enough to accomplish without drawing the attention of the massive amount of people I managed to successfully piss off by means of killing the under-lord, Christian. That led to my current livelihood of being an assassin. I started out with nothing more than the knife that killed my mother, Christian’s belt and sheath, and my rags cut, sewed, and repurposed into a disguise to hide my hair and face. I was sloppy in the beginning, and it was a wonder I’d never been caught. As the years passed, I became the most efficient, deadly, mysterious, and untraceable assassin. I entered unseen, killed in silence, and vanished witho