Phantom Racer Novels & Stories

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.

Then how does he know the Ghost Shadow's stance? The subordinate was helpless, "That, I don't know." Benjamin angrily kicked him away, "You don't know anything?" Just a few days ago, due to his release of information about Soul Racer. Their group's stock had been rising wildly. Now ...... he was a little worried. On the race track, two cars were traveling back and forth. As the cars sped along, the tires drove over the ground and made a piercing sound. That sound made the spectators in the stands burst blood boiling.

Tonight I intended to use everything I knew. I was doing my pre-race checks when Sam's voice came through my earpiece. "Kat." "I hear you." "Grid four. Black car. No markings. No registration." She paused for a moment. "It's The Anonymous Racer." I stopped what I was doing. I had been racing The Anonymous Racer's records since France, six years ago. He had set a Monaco time that made me so furious I bought a plane ticket and flew there specifically to beat it. Since then we had traded records across six countries and four circuits, and I had never once been on the same grid as him. I had studied every piece of footage that existed of him racing. I knew his driving style the way you knew some

At last, they saw a black light appear in front of the conference table. Shortly after, a phantom appeared in place of the light! The phantom had hair draped all over his shoulders. He was wearing black robes, and his pale face had two bloody striations that were red in color. "Dark Phantom!" Sergio and Cameron were stunned. Legend had that the skill was only possessed by Rank 10 Dark Races. "I’m Bryson, and to all the powerful human fighters of Sky Blue Base City, I'm looking for a human Genetic Fighter that once appeared in Sky Blue Base City.

I guessed. Vanquish took advantage of that moment to push deeper into my throat. Making my eyes water. He growled ferociously as he fought to control himself. Racer dropped his knees outside my calves and pushed them further together along Hunter’s hips. He pushed my shoulders to guide me further down over hunter. Exposing my small, puckered hole. The one Racer always craves. “So delicious...” Racer whispered, taking a finger and rubbing around it. Applying pressure here and there to create different sensations.

She has purchased her critical which was the phantom dancer. Phantom Dancer's intended niche as an item that enables you to seek out and duel champions is betrayed by losing Zeal's movement speed upon upgrading it. UNIQUE Passive: Basic attacks on-attack grant ghosting, seven percent bonus movement speed, and a stack of Spectral Waltz for three seconds, up to four stacks. While at four stacks, gain thirty percent bonus attack speed.

The world turned orange as the blast ripped through the silence, sending a shockwave that rattled my teeth. "GO!" Ruan bellowed. The Phantoms surged forward, a wall of black leather and chrome screaming into the light. Gunfire erupted—not the muffled thuds of the assassins, but the heavy, rhythmic roar of the bikers' weapons. It was a symphony of chaos. I watched from the ridge, my heart in my throat. I saw Ruan dive off his bike while it was still moving, sliding across the asphalt and firing his revolver with a precision that was haunting. He was a god of the road, a creature of fire and lead.

It was like a VIP section of the restaurant that had only dim lights on, basking the space in a romantic glow. When we settled, a waiter came to take our order and soon we began to eat. I ordered something simple while Damien ordered some Italian food. “Tell me about this new contract you’re about to land,” Damien said, sipping his wine. He looked gently at me like I was the only thing that mattered and it warmed my heart. “Oh,” I said, my excitement bubbling already. “Their name is Phantom and they’re one of the biggest companies. To make things even better, they’re into F1 racing, which is my absolute favorite,” I said, smiling widely.

Thinking of loan sharks striked fear through her heart. If they could be somehow free from them! The doorbell rang and she jumped in fright. It was past midday. Almost 3 in the afternoon. Who would come at such an odd time? With that though, she went to the front to open it. Ethan had also come out of his room curious to see who was at the door. Eloisa would not come at this time. Yoonah opened the door to her worst fear. The loan sharks were standing there. She silently led them inside. She had forgotten today's date. Ethan quickly went to call Eloisa. He knew her mother could not handle them alone.