Racer Novels & Stories

The prince of the rouges growled. Drake was panting, gasping for air. He closes his eyes, feeling the presence of the beating heart. As he opened his eyes, it was blood red. He wore the devil's eye. It was cold, dark, mysterious, and dangerous. The prince of the rouges steps backward, trembling. He didn't try to struggle off the chain; he just wore his dangerous lopsided grin.

“If we are late for the meeting Philip will kill us both. It would be a worse death than a road accident, trust me. The car has safety bags, Philip’s anger doesn’t.“ “He’s more intimidating than he seems at first glance, yes. That’s how he tricks people into liking him and believing him. “ I say lightly, the comment meant more like a joke. But something passes Dominic’s face. “What is it?” I ask. “Max says the same. “ I lean against my seat and Dominic continues. “Max races too. “ “He does?” “He does.” “You sound concerned.” I say. “You are too good at reading what I say.” “You are a good teacher.” Dominic lets out a quiet laugh. Then continues, a new tone to his voice. “There are two types

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

I never imagined I'd be able to earn the respect of a fighter; let alone one as ferocious and aloof as Ruby. She was astute. She could become an excellent tracker if she continued to practice. *** It amused me to think that if Raphal passed through again, his trail might be discovered. However, unless he was in a hurry, he would take the forest highway, which was nearly impossible to track from the ground. Raphal must have seen us but I wouldn’t be so sure about that. Raphal isn’t the type of person to watch an activity like this. He’s a busy man with a buzzing mind.

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.

“Okay. We’ll go. And I promise you, whoever did that to Kiera will pay for it.” We mounted our bikes and took off, the engines roaring into the night. The road stretched ahead, empty and dark, but I pushed my Harley faster, the speedometer climbing past anything reasonable. Magnus pulled alongside me, matching my speed. Then he edged ahead. Something competitive and stupid took over. I twisted the throttle harder, pulling even with him again. He accelerated. So did I. We were racing like children while Kiera’s life hung in the balance, but neither of us would back down. Two alphas fighting for dominance even now, even when it didn’t matter.

Amelia replied. “Thanks for going through the trouble," Lucas said, quietly. “Waiting for breakfast isn't much, but taking care of you? Now that's exhausting," Amelia joked, giving him a quick side glance. “You like racing, right?" Lucas said, suddenly thoughtful. "As a thank-you, how about I get you a race car?" He had deduced that Amelia was Raven, top of the racing world and far from short on cash. Handing her money felt impersonal. A race car, on the other hand, should match her preference.

He looked over his shoulder and smirked. “My dear mate, did you take me for one of those gutter-wolves who disturbs the peace with a scarred muffler? This machine has a silencer. I have no desire to be a nuisance to the territory.” The Vyrus actually belonged to Lucas Grant—it was a racing predator designed for the elite. My face flushed hot as I inched backward, tightening my cloak to hide my racing heart.

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 exist

Osiris The engine growls as I pull the truck into a dusty parking lot, the tires crunching over wet gravel. I’m in some no-name town, the kind you pass through without thinking twice. That’s how it’s been for months—just driving, aimless. Trying to outrun something I can’t even fucking name.