Scary Cars Novels & Stories

Vincenzo stumbled out of the car, landing on the asphalt with a thud. Scowling, Axe's heart pounded in his chest as he turned his attention to the driver, his eyes wild with panic. "Get out! Get out now!" he shouted, his voice cracking with fear. In a synchronized dance of survival, both Axe and the driver flung themselves out of the car just moments before it accelerated, leaving behind a trail of burning rubber and billowing smoke. As they hit the ground, the three of them sat in stunned silence, their eyes fixed on the car as it sped away, seemingly possessed by its own will.

I say as I close the door and Scott drives off after warning me not to get into trouble. As we walk side by side towards Blake's car he intertwines our fingers and I swear my blood pressure rises instantly. My legs begin to get weak and wobbly and my heart is racing very fast. We stop right next to a Chevrolet Camaro IRoc-Z and I look at him with confusion clear in my face. "Is... This your car?" He nods. How many cars does he have? The I-Roc looks sleek as hell! "Wow! It looks good, very classic," I say.

Another chimed in, "I'm telling you. He ran this way. And no car has left yet. What if he's hiding inside one of these?" Scarface's sharp eyes swept across the rows of cars in the lot—every single one looked suspicious to him. He ordered the rest to check them all. The goons crept between vehicles, peeking in windows. If they couldn't see clearly, they would shatter the car windows using batons. Car alarms wailed, turning the parking lot into a chaos of flashing lights and shrieking sirens. "Hurry it up!" Scarface shouted. They moved faster now, smashing indiscriminately, until finally, one of them raised his baton and crashed it down on the rear window of Natalie's car.

he asked, low. “No,” I said. “That’s the problem.” We did a slow sweep of the level Mila usually parked on. Cooked‑air smell. Oil stains. A few other cars. No people. I recognized her Subaru three aisles over by the cracked bumper sticker that said I BRAKE FOR BAD SCIENCE. “Over there,” I said, pointing. We approached. From a distance, it could have been any car. Up close, everything felt wrong. The driver’s door was unlocked.

I ducked again, bullets tearing through my driver’s side door, metal screeching. Two cars—the SUV and another jeep—overtook me, cutting me off, their tires smoking as they boxed me in. The black van loomed behind, its grille a predator’s snarl. I slammed the brakes, my car skidding, and yanked the wheel, attempting a U-turn, the tires screeching, the smell of burning rubber filling the air.

Ethan led me to a black Rolls Royce Cullinan parked across the street, drawing the attention of a few teenage boys who had gathered around it and were staring like they’d just seen the Hogwarts Express train. “Why are boys so obsessed with cars?” I asked, and Ethan turned to me with a funny look in his face. “Because big scary vehicle makes loud noises and goes very fast,” he said. “What’s not to love?” “You’re such a child,” I said, rolling my eyes.

The thought was terrifying, exhilarating, a piece of him I hadn’t known I carried. Before I could press Claire further, the SUV lurched again, a sharp crack splitting the air. The rear window shattered, glass spraying across the seat. I screamed, ducking as Liam pulled me down, his body shielding mine. Scar returned fire, his rifle’s muzzle flashing, but the black car didn’t slow. The driver swerved, tires screeching as we careened around a corner, the city’s lights blurring into a dizzying streak. “They’re trying to box us in!” Scar shouted, reloading his rifle. “We’ve got another vehicle on our tail—gray sedan, two blocks back.”

The driver concurred and she stepped out of the car. Just as she was about to cross the road, a car was driven forth, and unfortunately, Scarlet didn't take notice of it quickly, and when she did... She gasped shockingly, unable to move away from the road as her feet got invisibly stuck on the ground. The car was driving the car speedily towards, and the driver happened to be no other than... Sally. “Goodbye, Scar.” She smirked evilly and she devilishly ran over her.

Now his company is worth Billions of dollars. Scott and Mike both arrived at Scott’s driveway. His mansion was very big, he has a beautiful landscape, with multiple cars parked in his driveway and a secured gating system. His driver was standing at the side of the car door. One of his favorite car brands was Ferrari. He walked towards the car his driver was standing close to and got into the backseat while Mike got into the front seat with the driver. The driver started the car and drove off.

Thomas speeds up to avoid contact, the tires of the town car screeching. Another car appears to our left as the car at our right gains on us again. We’re trapped between the two cars. Thomas is going as fast as he can and can’t do anything but drive as the cars move closer, boxing us in. Metal screeches as cars make contact, jolting us from the impact. “Fuck,” Lex hisses. “They’re going to kill us.”