Racer Novels & Stories

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.

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.

another racer asked with annoyance. “She’s with me,” Rafael answered calmly. The atmosphere shifted instantly. “Ah,” the racer scoffed. “Right. You’re Leon’s friend.” He stepped closer, clearly looking down on Rafael. “If you don’t want to lose your job here, you should control your girl.” His voice turned mocking. “If I wanted to, I could tell the organizers to ban you from this circuit.” A smug grin spread across his face. “You’re just one of the mechanics here. Replacing you wouldn’t be hard.”

Ellie had to lock her jaw and lower her gaze not to show him how disgusted, horrified, and enraged his cold assessment of living, breathing people made her. “Now we’re making a bundle off them testing drugs we’ve cooked up to enhance the military and fitness freaks.” He turned away to tear off his gloves. “Have you seen how damn big we’ve made them? How strong? We trained them to fight just to show what is possible to do to humans and how much damage they can take with the new batch of rapid-healing medicines. Do you know how many billions of dollars in contracts we’re looking at? How much money we’ve already made so far? They are our prototypes. Showing what we can make them do, how fast, s

Alpha Clayton Blackridge (My Little Mate) Three of the wolves that run with us has been missing for just over a week, the last time they were seen was outside this shitty pack that's run by some spoilt fucking so called Alpha heir. It’s a joke these heirs are getting soft with their entitlement, instead of earning it. So now I am running the line with a couple of warriors and Talia, Talia is the daughter of my late father’s best friend.

“Especially when the stakes are high. My driving ambition knows no bounds. And thank you for the compliment, Ryker. Your taste in women is clearly as sharp as your cars.” Hades then led her deeper into the arena. She saw rows of exotic cars, modified beyond recognition, their engines throbbing. A race was about to start. Cars lined up, their headlights cutting through the air. The countdown began, a collective gasp from the crowd. Then, a deafening roar, a cloud of exhaust, and the cars shot forward, blurring. The ground trembled. It was thrilling, a symphony of power and skill.

I said nonchalantly as I scratched Beretta's head. “According to my intel, Mikkinol is well known in the underground racing community. One of the best racers in the world. He’s set to race in 3 days in Columbia, and with Shrinka with us, we’ll have an opportunity to get closer to Mikkinol.” Marciano and my father thought for a moment, before they both nodded at me, showing approval of my plan.

A few council members exchanged glances. It was easier for them to accept something like that. Contained. Public. Spectacle instead of war. But I understood exactly what it was. A trap dressed as entertainment. “Do not agree to this,” Thor said quietly. “His racers are not ordinary. They are professionals trained specifically for high-risk terrain competitions. This is his domain.” I already knew. Ronan’s racing units were not casual riders. They were elite competitors, trained, conditioned, and familiar with every track his territory controlled. He was offering a game he had already mastered.

--- The races themselves became something different in the final stretch. Not easier. The rank two race had been the hardest she had run since the Archive, a driver named Sera Mast who had been in the top three for two years and who raced with a technical intelligence that matched Alina's own in a way that almost nobody in the sequence had. The race had taken everything she had and the margin at the finish had been small enough that she had sat in the car afterward for longer than usual just letting the result settle into something she could carry without dropping.

She must think me a mug if she thought I was still going to want her after all the things she had done. "I, Luca Hind, Third in Command of the Darkness Pack, reject you, Charlotte Charles, as my mate," I spoke confidently and then walked out of the room without another look in her direction. She had done this and now she needed to live with the consequences of her actions.