Phantom Racer Novels & Stories

It showed a younger version of Dante, maybe five years younger, standing beside a sleek dark car with a distinctive modification along the rear panel — a specific silhouette that Rhys, despite having no real interest in underground racing, recognized immediately from the handful of articles he'd skimmed in the days since the King's Race, chasing his own curiosity about exactly what kind of world Ravyn had walked into that night. It was Ghost's car. Or a car that matched every visual detail anyone had ever documented about Ghost's car, back before the legendary driver had vanished from the circuit entirely. Rhys studied the image for a long time, his expression giving nothing away, though som

"And gets to live." "Start!" A sonic boom shook the ground. The race was on. Vehicles roared. Dust exploded. "Go! Go! Go!" Jack yelled. Marcus slammed the gas. The Land Rover surged forward. Immediately, chaos erupted. To their left, a buggy equipped with a flamethrower torched a motorcycle. To their right, the Crocodile's monster truck was trying to ram them. "Marcus! Evasive maneuvers!" Marcus spun the wheel. They drifted across the salt flat, sand spraying over the windshield.

Hailee smiled sheepishly. “Uh-huh! That was incredible. I wonder who’s the racer behind those mind-blowing stunts.” She giggled dreamily. Well, it got me curious too. But when I moved my gaze down on the racetrack, it was the exact moment as the racer was revealed to our eyes. A silent gasp escaped my lips, my jaw dropped and eyes couldn’t be more wide. Atlas Cameron gorgeously stood up next to his sports car, the blue McLaren. He then, removed his helmet and put it in between his arm and side as he faced the three guys who were seemingly congratulating him.

"That's more like it. Babe, thank you for under—" I cut him off, lifted my head, and looked straight into his eyes. "But I want the title to the Phantom signed over to my name." The air in the office went solid. The Phantom was Redline Racing's crown jewel, a one-of-a-kind race car Ethan had spent over ten million dollars to win at auction overseas. His pride and joy. His face went livid, and the words came grinding out through his teeth. "Sara, don't push your luck." His phone rang, breaking the standoff.

"Welcome to tonight's main event! Our racers are ready, our bets are placed, and our track is hungry for some serious speed!" The crowd cheered, the sound echoing off the surrounding buildings like thunder. "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!"

Emotions only ever clouded the plan. They made you weak. And weakness was the quickest way to die in the underworld. Which was why he needed to shift his focus. Back to her. The one who had really haunted him longer than Sarah ever did. The ghost racer. He thought back to that day, months ago, when a black and red blur had sliced through his convoy on a rain slick highway at over 200 km/h. A wild, reckless stunt that no sane driver would’ve pulled. But this one? They didn’t just survive. They thrived.

Giving a short nod to Jace, Weylin proceeded towards the track. As he was getting ready, his eyes fell on a racer with a Yamaha YZF-R3. A small frown appeared on his face as he saw that the racer's figure was a bit different from the male, more like a feminine figure. That person was dressed in black attire with blue stripes drawn from the tip of the shoulder up to the wrists and the gloves covered their hands, covering every inch of their skin. They wore a helmet, making it impossible to see their face. Since the race was only limited to male racers, he brushed off the thought, focusing on the race.

When I’m dealing with Liam, I always have a trick, that’s the only way to win. As we raced, I could feel the adrenaline pumping. The room filled with sounds of roaring engines and the clatter of virtual cars racing around the track. I could see the finish line ahead, and I knew this was my chance. I needed to distract him just enough to swing the odds in my favour. I faked a cry of pain, clutching my stomach as if I was really in agony.

She show him her middle finger as her hands are covered in white gloves adding a good contrast to her red race gear, before pulling the windows up. He clench his teeth angrily turning on his own car engine. “lets see who will win this race”, he tells himself. “Ofcourse me, as always”, he tell back mentally smirking. Jack: so all the racers on your marks, three.... two.... one.....go! A loud gunshot make cassandra press her leg on accelerator making her car dash forward cutting air. She saw black Lamborghini just beside her catching speed. Not in a mood of losing she press more on the accelerator as now her car is in lead.

"Don’t you remember the rule is there isn’t any rules. You are allowed to play dirty." I scoffed staring at the tablet. "That’s a shitty rule." "It is what it is." I stared at the tablet intently watching every move that creepy guy will pull. Tyler still riding the same BMW, but it seems he have it upgraded. It’s much faster than the last time. His opponents is riding a Nissan GT-R. Damn… what a beautiful car. It seems that they are trying to lead the race since both of them have a fast car, but they are struggling to lead. They remain in the same pace.