Racer Novels & Stories

"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!"

Jason inquired, knowing that if the race was going to hold it'd be nice to bring Scarlet along. “I have everything set up, waiting for your father and his Baby,” Carrillo responded, “Are you sure you can win this?” Jason asked, as he raised his eyes to look at Carrillo. “I'm a wizard when it comes to wheels,” Carrillo assured Jason that he was going to win the race. “It's the city of Italy, I know the routes to take, and if the road isn't busy. It'll be hell let loose, I won't remove my foot from the clutch.” He said to himself, picking another chunk of meat.

He simply swings his leg over a massive, midnight-black wolf-core racer emblazoned with the emblem of a coiled viper, his knuckles white as he grips the handlebars. "Ready when you are, little human," the Silver Ghost rasps out in a voice that sounds like grinding stones. I do not answer him. I pull my helmet over my head, locking the visor down into place with a sharp, metallic click that seals me inside my own focused world. The digital timer mounted above the track flashes bright orange, counting down the final ten seconds before the start of the most dangerous race in the history of the underworld. Ten. Nine. Eight. I twist the throttle, and the Ghost roar

My eyes so focus on his red car "Now" Marco said as the green light turn on Zac drove crazily in speed and he's 2nd place now. He need to complete this racing venue in 5 laps. It's a really big venue and it made me nervous more. My eyes never left his car. "Yes he's 1st now" I smiled as Matt said that , he's 1st on the 3rd lap. He's speeding up crazily and he's so tight between the 2nd place racer. Oh please.. God please let Zac win and achieve his dream

Preparation is key for the impending battle, Kira told her before she started training her. Charlotte begins her training regimen with a series of stretching exercises, her movements fluid and precise. Limbering up her body, she ensures that every muscle is ready for the challenges ahead. With each stretch, she focuses her mind, channelling her inner strength and determination. She starts with the basics, honing her agility and speed by darting through the underbrush with the grace of a prowling predator. Each movement is deliberate, and calculated, as she weaves between trees and leaps over fallen logs, her wolfish instincts guiding her every step.

Alexander’s chuckled, his voice seem to vibrate as he got out of the flames. Getting a grasp of things throughout their short fight, he was able to divulge the difference between the three. Giro was the name of the one without sleeves, whose strength was formidable. Cicero was the one whose body was fully covered, boasting a remarkable speed. And Metikulo was the only one wearing a robe with a large open sleeve, seemingly quite adept in magic. Hearing their voice he was sure that they were just young boys.

The hustle and bustle of the city was at its peak as the day approached noon. The streets were packed with people going on their own businesses. Along the busy streets of Plymouth city, there was a popular quaint corner pub. There were few people scattered in the pub having lunch and talking in hushed voice. The bartender/barkeep was wiping down the counter, while the casier was close to dozing off. There were two barman and barmaid serving the customers. There was a door beside the bar that led to the kitchen section of the pub. The kitchen was empty save for one person absentmindedly looking out of the only window in the small room. Eloisa was one of the two cooks of the Axe Star pub. The

“NOW, THE RACERS SHOULD GET IN THEIR FUCKING CARS, AND REV UP SOME HOLY SMOKE!” Roars of approval and excitement drowned her voice blasting from the speakers. I yanked the door of the race car and skid in, ignoring the ugly glare Kygo was sending my way as he got into his. I slammed the door shut and turned on the ignition, revving up the engine. My dark gloved fists gripped over the well almost instinctively, and my body molded with the car like it was ingrained in my genetic makeup. I am amazing in almost everything I do in life, but racing was one thing that I could do that looked like jaw-dropping magic.

wika niya sa kanyang sarili at mahigpit na hinawakan ang manibela. and the race had begun. Rui's hands and feet moved. She quickly operate the vehicle to overtake the opponent. Nang mapantayan niya ito ay nilingon niya ang kalaban at nagbigay nang nakakalokong ngiti. Then she step on the accelerator to increase the engines power. Nakita ni Mr. Javier na lumalamang na si rui sa karera. Kaya agad nitong tinawagan ang driver ng isang sasakyan.

Rake shouted. "Excuse me, sir. What have you gotten me into?" The driver asked. "A pretty dangerous situation!! So you either drive, or we all die!!" Rake screamed. "Fair enough. You should tip me well after this!" "Sure! Now, drive!" The driver stepped on the accelerator, and the race took off with a bunch of black cars chasing after a taxi in the street of ORA city. "Rake, what the freaking hell is going on!" Ava yelled in fear.