Scary Cars Novels & Stories

The five cars were staggered along the road. Leroy's car was the first to appear. He was driving fast, heading straight for Daisy. Cecilia was scared even as she watched from the side. Leroy was driving too fast. Even if he hit the brakes now, Daisy would still die. The other four cars appeared around the bend one after the other, all of them speeding toward them at the same terrifying speed. The two cars on her left swerved. Cecilia saw the two women at the end of the track slumping to the ground in fear. Then, she looked over at Skylar. She did not look afraid at all. Instead, she was even smiling.

"Have some fun. It's a party." "Thank you, sir." Gerry smiled and eased up. Scott spotted a bar ahead. No point doing this sober. He moved toward it, but before he could order, he heard a loud crash. Scott turned toward the noise. Chaos. Debris. Damaged cars. Wait. Is that— Scott's face morphed into a wide grin. The crashed cars were Horizon's latest designs. The H-10 and H-10i. The ones he'd just signed off for production a month ago.

The three cars were all luxury cars. The leading one was a red Ferrari, the one on the right was a Ford Raptor, and the one on the left was a Mercedes-Benz G. With Yang Xiao's eyesight, he could tell at a glance that all three cars had been modified, and their explosive power was amazing. At the edge of the crisis, Yang Xiao did not hesitate. She quickly hung up, stepped on the gas pedal, and turned the steering wheel. The Beetle, relying on its petite body, shot out of between the red Ferrari and the Ford Raptor.

I park the SUV inside the warehouse beside one of our black Caddies. SUVs are great, but an actual trunk is needed to conceal a body, even if it's a live one. The Caddies are also lower to the ground and take sharp turns better if you need the speed. Moon's vehicles are modified with kick-ass engines and bulletproof glass. I tend to drive the car that fits my mood. Every so often it's the Bugatti. It's flashy and draws attention, which means I can't have nefarious plans like I do now. Maybe I'll take Celina for a nighttime desert ride in the Bugatti.

A cold, malicious glint flashed through his eyes. That night, an endless row of luxurious, flashy sports cars pulled up at Perilous Peak. Each car was accompanied by a smoking-hot young woman dressed in the skimpiest clothing one could ever see. The men were chatting merrily amongst each other, with occasional sounds of engines revving breaking through their conversations. It was an impressive sight to behold! All of a sudden, a low revving sounded, and the next moment, a scarlet Ferrari zipped past them. The Ferrari drifted sharply and screeched to a halt.

Screech! However, the sweet atmosphere that had just formed was shattered in an instant that afternoon. Two luxurious sports cars with scissor doors—one maroon and the other jet black—suddenly surged forward, cutting off their path before slamming on the brakes directly in front of and beside Tristan's motorcycle, their tires letting out an ear-piercing screech. The doors of the sports cars lifted upward in eerie silence.

I need to figure out how to get away from this situation. After 15 minutes in the car with two scary guys, the car eventually came to a halt. They climbed out of the car and pulled me out of the car. I tried to free myself, but I didn't succeed. My energy can't fight their muscular body. It made me so helpless. “Stop trying to get away, or I'll kill you.” The guy who was driving the car earlier grimaced. His face is terrifying with a deep scar. It appears to be an old scar from a sharp object.

** Racing Against Time** The car raced through the dimly lit streets, its tires screeching as David swerved to avoid oncoming traffic. The night cityscape flew by in a blur of headlights and neon signs, but Lillian could only focus on the ominous SUVs tailing them closely. The wind whipped through the shattered back window, chilling her to the bone, but the icy fear gripping her chest was far worse. “They’re gaining on us!” Claire shouted, her voice tinged with panic as she glanced back at the approaching vehicles. Derrick’s men weren’t giving up easily, and the sound of gunfire echoed in the distance, sending shivers down Lillian’s spine.

“That’s the car taken by the Madam, saying she’s going to chase them!” The General Manager frowned. “Didn’t you own an old Toyota? How can your car run like in the Fast&Furious? Are you kidding me?!” He was sure it was his car. But the car on the monitor was like driving as if death was chasing it! It was impossible for his car to be able to pull this off…unless the Madam was a good driver. She wasn’t, was she?

All of them radiated that same energy—lethal, quiet, and completely unbothered by my existence. Until they weren’t. Zane drove into the garage. Not a garage, really. A damn showroom. Twelve high-end cars behind enchanted glass, each one shimmering faintly with warding sigils. Black Mercedes, of course. But also vintage beauties and something that looked like it could outrun time itself. I swallowed. “Come out,” Zane said as stepped out of the car. I noticed Lucien also packing. I followed him, my heartbeat loud in my ears.