Phantom Racer Novels & Stories

I wiped the tears from my eyes, and made a phone call. Not long after, a limited edition Rolls-Royce phantom sped off into the darkness.

The faint hum of machinery fills the cavernous space, blending with the sterile scent of polished chrome. My eyes roam the collection—Rolls Royce Ghost, vintage Mercedes roadster, Ferrari 458 Italia, and the newest Lamborghini Aventador. Candy‑apple red, all‑wheel drive, gleaming like temptation. “Sweet ride, isn’t it? My favorite.” Startled, I spin to find Edison watching me. His stare is too intent, predatory. Phantom would break his jaw if he saw it. “Phantom wants me to drive you to his big surprise. Vahlia’s throwing one of her fits, and he’s the only one who can shut her down. Let’s go.”

Jaxon cheers, bouncing in his seat as I drive my virtual car around the track and then straight into a wall for the third time. I’ve played this racing game a thousand times. I can beat everyone, except Parker. But tonight? I’m happily getting smoked by a six-year-old just to hear the joy in his voice. I’d lose every race for the rest of my life if it meant he’d keep looking at me like I’m his hero.

Kade gave me a knowing smirk before speaking. “Well, Machine and I need your help looking into some items for Ricci Enterprises.” My heart skipped a beat. This was why I was here. “No problem, what can I help with?” “There has been some interference with Ricci’s security system and we need you to help us uncover who it was. We have reason to believe that Phantom is responsible for said interference. We need your help identifying Phantom.” Fuck! This couldn’t be happening. “No problem!” I gave a reassuring smile. Covering the sheer panic I felt inside.

“I didn’t think it mattered anymore.” Then I said, softly, “It matters to me.” Micah didn't respond immediately. When he finally did, his voice was softer now. “He said he’d keep to himself. That anyone would barely notice him.” I let out a short, bitter laugh. “That man is incapable of not being noticed. He's a famous F1 racer.” “Fair enough.” “And you trust him?” “He promised to take care of you when you arrived,” Micah's voice softened. “and I trust him to be respectful about that.”

Racing was just one of the extreme sports she'd tried. Phoebe had gotten into racing solely to vent, so she'd never thought of joining competitions or showing off. That was why she'd stuck to the underground scene, where shady organizations would allow her to race without revealing her identity. Perhaps it really was because she was naturally gifted, but she'd quickly picked up the ropes. After a few races, she'd gained a group of underground fans. Later, during a race, she'd broken the record a professional racer had set during a proper competition.

With one drifting move, Shawn overtook the Mustang that was driving around the corner just a few meters from the finish line. The Mustang's driver was already optimistic that he would emerge victorious from the turn, at least until the flawless drifting action of the matte black GT-R erased any confidence in the Mustang's driver. In just a few seconds that seemed blurry to the eyes of the Mustang's driver, the GT-R managed to touch the finish line and greeted his victory with a twisting action using an amazing drift technique.

He turned to look at her and seeing her pleading eyes, he agreed to take one picture. Mum squealed excitedly. "Come closer Ron and give mummy a big smile." I went closer as mum held up the phone. The driver shifted to give mum space to hold out the phone. In the millisecond the driver took his focus off the road, a truck rammed into the car, head-on. The last thing I saw was blood gushing out of dad's head, the phone's flashlight on his face. ** "Sir.." Irene's voice jolted me out of my reverie.

The international racing tournament had officially begun, and the atmosphere was electric. Crowds packed the stands, the roar of engines filled the air, and the smell of burning rubber clung to the wind. Sierra Carter stood on the starting line, her mind focused, her heart steady, ready to prove that she was still the queen of the circuit. The sleek, high-performance car she’d spent countless hours tuning was now powered by cutting-edge tech, courtesy of Damian Cross’s company. The vehicle hummed with potential, but it was more than just the car that got her adrenaline pumping—it was the competition, the thrill, and the chance to cement her place as the top driver once again.

like my brain blue-screened. Then the flood hit. Notifications exploded across my HUD like a slot machine jackpot. [SYSTEM NOTICE: Congrats! The Omniscient Core just dropped you a gift!] [Your ride, Phantom Scooter → Chronorider!] [Effect: Blows through every wall, shield, or weird cosmic lock. If you think it, you're there.] [SYSTEM NOTICE: Hidden title unlocked: The Omnigourmet!] [Effect: Every non-hostile mob auto-spawns with a "Friendly" tag.]