Phantom Racer Novels & Stories

"Did you see Black Raven ?! He's so hot!" I winced at the shouts of the women behind us. Four racers were fighting, I realized that Gabriel was also one of them operating the yellow McLaren. Kuya Loren and Gavin lead them. Gabriel chases but he can't keep up with Kuya's speed. People were screaming at the smooth drift that Kuya Loren made. It looks like he will win again. I smirked, but everyone was so quiet that Gavin quickly chased after him and went with Loren. Trembling rumbled in my chest as I watched the cars almost fly away.

Its ears had stood up straight, searching for the source of the sound, slowly breathing through its muzzle as its eyes searched round in the darkness and the woods for the one who made such sound It still had a Mark on its claws. The other had shifted back to his human form, and his pain had increased with his shifting process. He was weak beyond imagination. The Phantom was a powerful beast that night, and his strength had failed him when it came to fighting such a monstrosity. It searched until its eyes had caught the sight of something hidden within the trees. It intentionally reduced his breath, breathing slowly while it strained its eyes deeply into viewing what it had suspected to be t

I can't stop the squeal from escaping my throat as I felt the car hit its body with the loudest thud before it rolled to the ground. The car fled in maximum speed as Hunter took sharp lefts and rights around each corner. Hell, if I hadn't grabbed the seatbelt and shoved it into the lock my head would be flying right off the window by now. What the fuck is this? Fast and Furious X? I held the vomit lodged in my throat, grabbing any handle I could get my hands on, any solid surface I could dig my nails into as I watch trees and colors shift and disappear simultaneously before my eyes.

The forest blurred past in streaks of silver and black as the Rolls-Royce Black Phantom sliced through the moonlit road like a predator in full pursuit. Its polished body reflected shards of moonlight, a sleek shadow gliding with lethal grace. Behind and around it, the Draven pack surged forward, massive wolves loping in perfect formation. Their paws pounded against the dirt with a rhythmic thunder, their glowing eyes cutting through the dark like flickering lanterns. The hum of the Phantom’s engine was low and guttural, harmonizing with the primal heartbeat of the hunt.

Engines screamed as the racers blasted off the starting line, the crowd’s cheers fading into the roar of turbochargers and squealing tires. I shifted gears with surgical precision, the car responding like an extension of my own body. Behind me, the boy—Pakin, the host had finally mentioned—was right on my tail, his Valkyrie defying expectations with its nimbleness on the narrow stretches. One by one, the other racers fell away, their cars unable to keep up with the blistering pace. It was down to me and Pakin now, our headlights carving twin beams through the darkened streets.

Xander stood by his side, both were looking worriedly at him. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he called back at Mordecai. “You’re just messing with my head.” Dorin’s eyes widened. The people moving towards Dorin fell to the ground, the air knocked out of them. “Now, we continue.” Dorin faced Mordecai once more. He had always loved fighting strong opponents. It means he could let it all out and fight with his real strength, but with his id now in his Phasma core, he was able to calm himself as he continued the duel.

Bang! The starting gun fired. Elio's modified Maserati shot off the line like an uncaged black beast. He barely slowed for the corners, its tires screaming against the pavement in a shrill cry that pierced the entire tunnel. His driving was just as I remembered from when he'd pursued me: wild and commanding, every overtake a gamble with death itself. On the final lap, the car nearly went airborne as it tore across the finish line in first place. The underground racetrack erupted in a deafening roar of shouts and whistles.

13 - Ruby Fridays — ۩ Racers, you have reached the final mission of your game - Midday Mile. This racetrack is full of danger and deception, with death awaiting at every turn. The Midday Mile racetrack awaits the final challenge for the eight racers competing for freedom. The racers have been provided identical high-performance racing cars for the ultimate test of speed and endurance. The track is one mile long and divided into six laps. Each lap contains different obstacles designed to slow and fail racers down to doom. If you wish to escape this arena of doom, you must cross the finish line first and claim the missing piece of the map that will show you the exit.

"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!"

"If you buy a Mag-Lev Phantom, you're going to crash a three-million-credit vehicle into a corporate billboard on your first joyride." "I have maxed out driving stats in four different racing sims," Leo scoffed, tapping the air to confirm his purchase. A satisfying ding chimed from his AR shades. "It's all muscle memory, Jinx. Besides, what's the point of being the richest squad on the server if we don't flex on the forums? I'm going to park it right on the landing pad outside." Kara rolled her eyes, turning her attention to Ren.