Racer Novels & Stories

"I come in peace and wish only a few hours to visit my friends." "Uncle Tahr, you must come and see my new machine," Ashrac immediately responds and I can't help but smile. In dragon form I'm sure my smile looks ferocious and this just causes my sharp teeth to spread further. Ashrac is a young teenager now and is fascinated with electronic devices that don't work in the dragon realms. It's the magic that keep them from doing whatever they were designed to do. Ashrac doesn't care. A few years ago, I brought him a circular robot that cleans human floors in the earth's realm. You would think it was a mountain of gold by how much he coveted the useless item.

I won't be satisfied until I took action. I picked up the file again. Sean Ambrose. Skyler Ryan. Devin Hester. You have enjoyed all these years of peace. I'm coming for you. It's about time you met your karma.

man I just locked eyes with. Nightcrawler. Somehow it makes perfect sense. The pale, dead skin, red eyes that looked like it had never embraced sleep for at least a thousand years now, and that creepy, endless grin he keeps throwing at me makes my whole body shudder in fear. I reek of it, and the nightcrawler more than anyone else could fucking tell as his grin went impossibly wider, stretching to his sharp-edged ears. What a creep. "Fucking wear your seatbelt, Ava!" I snap my wide eyes at Hunter as he punched the gas, ultimately running over the nightcrawler blocking our path. I can't stop the squeal from escaping my throat as I felt the car hit its body with the loudest thud before it roll

"So fucking glad it's not raining either. Luck seems to be with us." He nodded and studied her face under the shade of her baseball cap. "No shit. You ready for this?" She was about to respond with her usual show of blas?? arrogance when one of the other competitors pulled up alongside and started shouting something stupid about Asian drivers. Riley immediately stood up and gave him the finger. She recognized the guy as one of the circuit jocks with more money than brains. He'd practically been born in a race car. "Shut the fuck up, Digger, you racist piece of shit. He wouldn't be here if he didn't qualify," she yelled angrily.

Rachel “Jayce, are you going to tell me where the heck has been driving us for a long time?” I sighed, resting my head on the headrest. “Calm down and just relax,” Jayce said, giving me a small smile before turning his focus to the road. “It’s been one hour,” I complained. “No, to mention this place looks pretty damn scary,” “It’s not scary, it’s calming.” I scanned his face, only to find him smiling. “Calming yeah, more like horrifying,”

"Not yet. There's something else, please don't freak out okay? You need to switch off the light for this one though " She did so immediately. "The sunglass. I hope I won't see your eyeballs longer or something. I can't take more of that" Ray mumbled. Holding my breath, I shut my eyes tightly and removed the very thick black glass. Then letting out a breath, I slowly opened my eyes. "Holy shit!" Rachel screamed stumbling backwards. The faint blue glow from my eyes brightened the room a little bit, but just enough for me to see the fear on her face, as she almost tripped on a chair behind her while getting away from me.

“Rancid left you something.” Nitro stood up and walked to the back of the room and opened a door. He disappeared inside and returned a few minutes later with a large box, one that would hold an expensive dress. He placed the box on the table in front of Jake and sat down again. Jake opened the box and pulled out the black leather jacket. It felt heavy in his hands and he turned it over. On the back, etched onto the leather, was a burning phoenix with his road name, ‘Wrath’, beneath it. Jake swallowed the lump away and looked at Bandit. “Fucking Rancid,” he said, and everyone burst out laughing.

Alexandra had almost forgotten the thrill of being in a racing rink. Sited on her red Neiman Marcus Limited Edition Fighter bike, all dressed in a black body hug racing suit, Alexandra raved the engine twice and heard the spectators in the background cheer on. To her right was a black Ecosse ES1 Spirit bike who was consistently raving his engine like some big shot. More people cheered for him so she assumed that he must be some pro racer. Well, not like she cared. Tonight, she was the only person who was going to cross the line first.

Dante laughed and dragged her down, “I just wanted to cheer him up” Amy pouted “Come on princess he already knew that we're here for him” Zack said caressing her cheeks “Damn, Zee is moving with so much speed and he's been leading since the start of the race, Zee the CACULUS best racer we have in California, he's been in top one let's see if he will still hold his position after the race” The MC announced while the race was still on, “Shit Nile is doing well in blocking the opponent, he's good at dodging and protecting Zee, looks like Zee got a good backup and now Calculus racers are taking the lead over ROLLIES

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"What did he mean?" Jason perked up, excitement creeping back into his voice. He began driving toward an open lot where cars were lined up, organized by men in bandanas who directed the drivers. Jason's grin widened as he gestured toward the cars. "Yeah, the point of racing is to not crash or get caught by the cops, so we use measures to take out our opponents. We use stuff like guns, batons, spiked chains, and sometimes we tinker with our cars to have secret weapons. Isn't that neat?"