Phantom Racer Novels & Stories

Every morning they lined up at the starting line and raced against each other. Elena made the engine sounds. Ethan giggled. The fastest of them all was a car named Blaze, red as fire, with golden wheels. Then there was Silver, smooth and cool. There was Turbo, always spinning his tyres before the flag had even dropped. And then there was Pip. Pip was small. His paint was a faded yellow, chipped at the edges from one too many corners. His engine made bad sounds. He was slower than the rest, and they made sure he knew it.

Jobs were scarce when your last name was Chen and everyone in Coldwater knew your father died owing money to half the town. The straightaway opened up before me, and I twisted the throttle. The speedometer climbed at eighty, ninety, one hundred. My competitor, a rider on a Yamaha R1 who went by "Razor," was half a bike length behind. I could feel his frustration radiating through the night air. He'd been winning these underground races for six months straight until Ghost Rider appeared three months ago. He had no idea Ghost Rider was a woman. None of them did. That was the point.

Small, soaked through, standing dead center in the lane as though he'd grown up out of the road itself. Walt slammed the brakes so hard his rig fishtailed, and by the time he climbed down from the cab, heart still hammering, the boy hadn't moved. He just stood there, staring at nothing, water running off his chin in a steady stream, his bare feet pale against the black road.

He pulled it off, throwing it over his shoulder and wiping the sweat away from his eyebrows with his finger as those jade spheres glared at him. "Let's go. I know a place that would help you to think," Luca said. Hunter wanted to argue but he knew Luca was the only one to handle him right now. "Let me shower first," He said. "I'll wait for you in the car," Luca said. "Bring my Mustang baby out," Hunter said as Luca smirked while walking out. "You'll get us killed at this speed," Luca said with a poker face staring at the road. They were zooming past the other cars at such speed that if they were to crash they would die on the spot and Mustang Baby would be called nothing but trash.

His standing in the racing industry was beyond question. Everyone had assumed his inspiration for creating the Nightwing came from a Glacian. No one had expected that it could be a Farshyan woman. Yet the crimson blur dominating the screen left them with nothing but shock. They could only stare at their screens while club managers tried to calculate how to poach her after the race ended. Cason's jaw hung open. He never expected the race to unfold like this. Even Rafael couldn't have maintained such a massive lead over every other driver.

Amelia felt a rush of power she has never felt before coursing through her body. “I hereby proclaim Amelia Snow as the Alpha and first member of the Hunter Race, does anyone stand against this?” Lariempi declared to the heavens with a voice louder than thunder, a few seconds passed and then lightning flashed and thunder rumbled violently, at this very instant Amelia felt something change within her but she couldn’t point at exactly what changed.

Luca “I need to race,” I snapped into the phone once Ricardo picked up. “Bad deal?” he asked, genuinely. I opened my car door and got in. “You would never tell,” I said, starting the engine. “Why? What happened?” His voice carried a hint of surprise. “Did they ask for a higher price?” I snarled. “Just meet me at the racing ground.” I hung up and hit the gas. The tires of my BMW 7 Series screeched against the asphalt as I pulled onto the road.

Maybe this really was what I needed. I managed a small smile at him and then shifted my gaze to the racing ground. By now the racers had lined up by the edge of the track, each wearing different shirts with different names—obviously representing their clubs. The track stretched out before us like a horizon, filled with deadly obstacles just like the one in Blackmoore and my heart raced just looking at it. To think Jettison had raced here countless times just to raise money to start a company it couldn’t have been easy.

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Grace no longer needs to steal glances at the screen because now she can see the back of Yogie's car. Everyone watching in the room provided for coaches and sponsors cheered happily to see their two mainstay racers in first and second place. "Come on, Grace"You can do it," Paul muttered, encouraging his lover even though the person concerned couldn't hear it. They have passed half of the entire round. Several racers have also left the arena. Whether it's because of an accident or a problem with the car. Grace still maintains her position. It was very difficult to overtake the car in front of him. Grace tried several times but the racer kept blocking her. Grace almost lost control of her emot