Phantom Racer Novels & Stories

Bill Darcy piloted his Rolls-Royce Phantom along the lonely, potholed road that hugged the riverbank, his gaze resolutely fixed on the road, though the jarring potholes that disfigured the dirt road like open sores from some long-past war. The dry path was dispersed into fluffy clouds that were immediately smeared away by the wet air.

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.

"We have this war since the Phantom divided almost eight hundred years ago, right? Overtime, it nurtured death and hatred between the Triad. Unreasonable rules began, claiming them as taboos but in truth, there's nothing wrong about them at all. Your biological Mom and my Aunt Aria were mated for each other and the fact that you were born in this world proved that we may live without any war. In summary, you're the embodiment of the peace my father had dreamt of." I blinked in surprise. "Me? Why me?" Vance chuckled. "Isn't it obvious? You are the daughter of two Alphas——a Phantom and a Wolf Grave. So it means you're most likely the heiress of that position....maybe not right now because ever

he murmured with a low chuckle, shifting gears before pressing the accelerator fully. The Aurelia Phantom answered instantly, surging forward with impossible speed as the world blurred into streaks of motion and the wreckage dissolved into the distance.

called out Marcus, one of Paxton's crew. "Everything else is fair game!" Tommy replied enthusiastically. "You can bump, you can block, you can play as dirty as you want - just don't kill anybody! We're here to race, not commit murder!" The crowd cheered at this announcement, and I felt my adrenaline spike even higher. No lethal force meant we could get physical, and I had no problem getting physical with Paxton if that's what it took to win. "Rule number two!" Tommy continued. "First one across the finish line wins! No ifs, ands, or buts! And the winner takes home fifty grand in prize money!"

This wasn’t just a race, it was my last chance to escape. Asher parked beside me, his usual smirk lighting up his face. “Don’t let the nerves mess with your rhythm, Ace,” he teased, tapping his gloved fingers on his bike. I tried to smile. “You’ll eat my dust, Asher.” He laughed. “You wish.” I looked around. There were about twenty racers, some veterans, others amateurs. But only one winner would walk away with a million dollars and a brand-new Porsche—the ticket to my new life.

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.”

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.

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.