Roxy Raceway Novels & Stories

Zane kicked up his stand, his eyes locking onto the open stone archway that led out to the academy’s winding racetrack. The circuit was a treacherous stretch of sharp hairpin turns and steep drops, engineered specifically for high-ranking shifter bloodlines possessing the wolf reflexes required to survive high-speed spills. With a harsh twist of his throttle, Zane tore out of the garage bay first. Adrian engaged his clutch and launched right after him, the rest of the squad falling into a tight, synchronized formation behind them like a pack of hunting wolves. Out on the open track under the cold, grey Bournemouth sky, the coastal wind slammed against them.

I would never want to be the reason anyone else goes through the same thing. So I've been thinking of horse betting. Horses of great speed can cost us millions to start off but they can also make us billions. I'll take the risk but I'm gonna need a backup plan. I was really missing Roxy. She would suggest all kinds of things to me, brainstorming ideas for each suggestion... **Flashback** "What's this one?" Roxy asked picking up a gun. "That is a Romanian Carbine. Known as AK Draco," Jack stated.

The kind of road that suggested serious money and serious maintenance. “They keep it nice,” Maddox explained, parking his bike near the growing crowd. His voice carried a casual confidence that suggested he’d been here a hundred times before. “Can’t have good racing on bad roads. It defeats the purpose.” The space was enormous—a repurposed section of an old highway that had been closed off for years, now transformed into a place for underground racing. Neon lights illuminated everything in bright shades of blue and pink, creating a surreal, almost dreamlike vibe. The crowd was already gathering—bikers wearing club jackets I didn’t recognize, spectators pressed against the barriers, and booki

Most people didn't miss the warm up because they had the chance to see the various racers who would take part in the competition. The crowd shouted when I got to the starting line, taking me spot in the middle just beside Ryder's car. He took his Bugatti La Voiture Noire today, it was an expensive racing car with a powerful engine. I shivered at that but didn't lose my cool. I looked through my window to see Ryder in his car. And damn his left was seriously bruising. It was black and a little swollen. He had cuts all over his face, his dark eyes glared at me, but I could see sadness deep inside. He didn't say anything as he looked forward.

"All right, as I said before, other students who passed in previous years will try to make you fail. Also, the five with the slowest times will be disqualified as well. So run fast and think fast. The first thing you do is you must army crawl as fast as you can and select two weapons or tools to help you with this then with the selected items you must scale the twenty-foot wall and make it to the other side. Once there you will pull an envelope with a piece of paper that will have a picture of an item you must find in the sand trap. Then Run down the track and swim through the pool with your item. On the other end of the pool, you will find a hook with keys on it. You must find your key with

The location of the race was at Crow Mountain in Michigan. Crow Mountain was close to the east coast of Michigan, with eighteen bends on the mountain roads. It was a base for extreme racing. There was an extreme racing club here that went by the name Sakura. The boss behind the scenes of this place was Richard Dodge’s father. When they went over, Alex was driving Phoebe’s Mercedes-Benz GLC, with the three women sitting in the car. Judy Larsen really wanted to ride in Joel Quarters’ car at first. Unfortunately, she didn’t have the chance to do so.

In the middle of their conversation, they heard a loud cheer and the sound of engines echoing from a nearby location. Aubrey's eyes lit up instantly. She exclaimed excitedly as she seized Gwyneth's arms, "Car racing?" Henry explained, "Yes, this park has a racetrack on one side. Races are regularly held there. Interested?" 'Interested? She's more than interested.' The tight hold her friend had on her arm gave Gwyneth the impression that she was about to get bruised. Henry's eyes flashed with a glint when he noticed Aubrey seemed excited. He stepped aside and asked, "There's a race coming up. Would you like to watch it?"

Loud music could be heard from a distance, with several slick, cool car rides parked around as the place was crowded. It was an illegal street race just outside Oxford, near the old industrial district. The roads were slick from a light drizzle, and the air smelled of burning rubber and gasoline. Xander was also there, leaning against his car, whiskey bottle in hand, watching as the racers prepped their vehicles.

He paused, his eyes gleaming with an absurd type of happiness. “There’s an underground racing event. A private track. It’s called ‘Furious Tracks.’ The best drivers, the fastest cars. No rules. Pure adrenaline. It’s a place where even the most powerful men shed their titles and become... primal. No suits. No pretenses. Just speed and the sheer will to win. My kind of heaven.”

Yet Luna's overreaction led Melody to reassure her, "Stay calm. I'm sure Levian would tell us if he was interested in someone. If he hasn't mentioned her, they're likely just acquaintances. Don't worry too much, okay?" Luna's expression became slightly flushed as she frantically twisted the hem of her shirt in response to Melody's advice. "Of all times to hit a traffic jam..." Finally, they reached their destination, and after what felt like the umpteenth time, Luna questioned the driver, "How much longer?" Passion Racetrack, situated on the city's outskirts, featured an expansive field and opulent decor. Upon their arrival, the atmosphere buzzed because of the race that was underway, filled