Phantom Racer Novels & Stories

"That's more like it. Babe, thank you for under—" I cut him off, lifted my head, and looked straight into his eyes. "But I want the title to the Phantom signed over to my name." The air in the office went solid. The Phantom was Redline Racing's crown jewel, a one-of-a-kind race car Ethan had spent over ten million dollars to win at auction overseas. His pride and joy. His face went livid, and the words came grinding out through his teeth. "Sara, don't push your luck." His phone rang, breaking the standoff.

"Welcome to tonight's main event! Our racers are ready, our bets are placed, and our track is hungry for some serious speed!" The crowd cheered, the sound echoing off the surrounding buildings like thunder. "In lane one, we have Viper in his modified Dodge Challenger! Lane two features our returning champion, the mystery racer known only as Black Red! Lane three brings us Nitro in his souped-up Mustang! And in lane four, we have newcomer Phoenix in what might be the fastest BMW we've ever seen on this track!"

Emotions only ever clouded the plan. They made you weak. And weakness was the quickest way to die in the underworld. Which was why he needed to shift his focus. Back to her. The one who had really haunted him longer than Sarah ever did. The ghost racer. He thought back to that day, months ago, when a black and red blur had sliced through his convoy on a rain slick highway at over 200 km/h. A wild, reckless stunt that no sane driver would’ve pulled. But this one? They didn’t just survive. They thrived.

, Dae asked. " Wait ! ", Phet shook his head and concentrated on the screen. " okay ready.", he said and Dae tapped the start button. Phet quickly started racing and overtaking other carts. " Yes..Yes..like that...just one more.", He giggled excitedly as he came in the 2nd position. But then suddenly his cart flew upward and blasted in the air. " Ahh..shit ! You threw bomb at me ? Dae, you fucking threw bomb at me !?"

Giving a short nod to Jace, Weylin proceeded towards the track. As he was getting ready, his eyes fell on a racer with a Yamaha YZF-R3. A small frown appeared on his face as he saw that the racer's figure was a bit different from the male, more like a feminine figure. That person was dressed in black attire with blue stripes drawn from the tip of the shoulder up to the wrists and the gloves covered their hands, covering every inch of their skin. They wore a helmet, making it impossible to see their face. Since the race was only limited to male racers, he brushed off the thought, focusing on the race.

When I’m dealing with Liam, I always have a trick, that’s the only way to win. As we raced, I could feel the adrenaline pumping. The room filled with sounds of roaring engines and the clatter of virtual cars racing around the track. I could see the finish line ahead, and I knew this was my chance. I needed to distract him just enough to swing the odds in my favour. I faked a cry of pain, clutching my stomach as if I was really in agony.

She show him her middle finger as her hands are covered in white gloves adding a good contrast to her red race gear, before pulling the windows up. He clench his teeth angrily turning on his own car engine. “lets see who will win this race”, he tells himself. “Ofcourse me, as always”, he tell back mentally smirking. Jack: so all the racers on your marks, three.... two.... one.....go! A loud gunshot make cassandra press her leg on accelerator making her car dash forward cutting air. She saw black Lamborghini just beside her catching speed. Not in a mood of losing she press more on the accelerator as now her car is in lead.

All eyes were fixed on the fifth lane where the red racecar, bearing number 42 was positioned. "Asure 42 is ready for this race" Vittorio announced upon noticing the tension lingering in the air. Especially coming from Xander Wright. *bang* A shot was fired and all twenty-five racers sped off the massive racing track. A three-hundred-sprint track and racers are on a good start. Racers speed off flawlessly for several minutes before racers start to gain momentum and seize the chance to be on the edge over everyone. While the rest are trying to take the lead, Azure 42 maintains its full speed closely following Sonic 01. It's not trying to overtake despite having the chance.