Phantom Racer Novels & Stories

He hurriedly left the place and headed to the Stone Race. There were ten Superraces in the Greater Realms. From the strongest to the weakest, they were the Doom Race, the Ursa Race, the Stone Race, the Soul Race, the Angel Race, the Devil Race, the Skeleton Race, the Dragon Race, the Blood Race, and the Ghost Race. The Ghost Race was not among the top ten in the past. They only barely made it to the rankings after the Cloud Race dropped out. The Desolate Grand Canyon was located in the Stone Realm, the Stone Race’s territory. The Stone Race was ranked third among the Ten Great Races, and they had many Acmeans among them. They possessed terrifying strength, and they were among the main perpet

Ryker stiffened beside me, his Lycan ‘Demon’ pressing against the edges of his control, demanding to know what trick had just been played. My breath caught. Phantom. His name wasn’t just a name—it was his truth. The ground trembled as invisible paws dug in hard. Warriors yelped as an unseen force knocked them sprawling across the grounds, dust rising where nothing stood. Then, out of thin air, Phantom reappeared, fangs bared, eyes alight with a primal fire. Ryker’s jaw tightened, but his eyes—sharp, measuring—betrayed surprise. “Impossible,” he muttered, not believing his own eyes.

The thick silver gate trapping me was violently kicked from inside, bent and broken by brute force! The dust settled slowly. Through the dim light, the phantom of an 18-year-old werewolf in a white shirt emerged, carrying me out step by step. Stunned, Ronan turned. He came face-to-face with the nightmare that would haunt him for the rest of his life.

Lucian The world exploded into motion the moment Katy’s go signal resonated in the race track. My foot slammed down on the accelerator, and my machine launched forward like a bullet. The force pushed me back into the seat, adrenaline spiking through my system. Victor shot out fast on my left, his BMW's launch control working perfectly. Elias matched my acceleration on the right, his Porsche's engine screaming. The two pack members fell behind immediately. They were good drivers, but not good enough to keep up with this level of competition.

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

from the local black market. "And I love winning," Kael sat in the driver's seat of a reinforced muscle car next to her. Aurora was buckled in the passenger seat, looking excited. Alex sat in the back of the command van, parked a block away. "I’m in the Tokyo Traffic Control Grid. Just say the word." A man with gold teeth and a robotic eye walked between the vehicles. The Race Master. "The finish line is inside the tunnel," he grinned. "First one to cross gets rights to the underground. The losers... leave their cars."

I watched the screen, hands clenched on the metal railing, heart pounding harder than I wanted to admit. He took corners without braking. Flew over uneven slopes like the ground wasn’t allowed to touch him. He wasn’t loud like Rocco. He didn’t need to be. His silence said enough: I came to win. By the final leg, it wasn’t even close. Rocco nudged me. “That’s Romero Mastrandrea. We used to train summers back. Don’t worry, he just likes getting under people’s skin.” Too late. Romero and his co-driver, or whoever his partner was, swept the race. Luis tried, I tried, but it didn’t matter. Every time I looked across the monitor, I saw him.