Scary Cars Novels & Stories

Ahn went towards his car and opened the door of the shotgun for Yoonji. Yoonji’s mouth fell when she looked at the car. 'Bloody hell' was her first thought. It was not just any luxury car. It was bloody Rolls Royce's phantom VIII, an extremely rare luxury car. Yoonji knew it because she was obsessed with super cars and luxury cars from childhood. This beauty was everything and more then what she had imagined. She has seen it only in magazines and she was getting an opportunity to not only see one in real life but also to sit in it too.

I began to panic out of fear. "Please be alright," I said to the wind, hoping a guard did not take her to have his way with her. I shifted and followed her scent. Clay and Maxwell copied me, and we began to follow her scent. We moved for an hour, tracking her scent and faint footsteps. We saw an indentation on the ground where she must have fallen while running. Was she naked, or did her helper give her clothes? I was troubled. Her scent led all the way to the highway and disappeared. I smelled the burnt tire scent and howled at the moon. Scarlett had hitched a ride. I plopped by the side of the road, distraught. I did not know what to do.

Jerk. He drives the car like it’s his second skin. It isn’t hard to tell that he loves this car. It doesn’t take long to reach the steakhouse. When Storm parks, I think I destroy my ripped skinny jeans along with my underwear. He parks beside a bright orange classic Ford Torino Cobra, which looks to me like a 1970 model, it’s gorgeous. I’ve always had a thing for classic cars. What I’m not expecting to see is the shiny blue Ford GT sitting right beside us and next to it is a metallic cherry red Porsche 918 Spyder. Those two are some of the world’s fastest cars. I’m gobsmacked.

It was the same Camaro driven by the Infantry-man who kidnapped her son. The classic muscle car resembled a robust stealth fighter. It had a sleek, rear spoiler that shared design elements with a fighter jet’s wing. Its flared-out fenders, wide-body chassis, and sporty tires made it look like a street racing machine straight out of a Fast and Furious film.

A fresh wave of icy dread washed over me as I hesitantly opened it. "Enjoying the view, little ghost? Remember our deal. Eyes on you." -E My breath hitched in my throat. A primal instinct to hide, to disappear, surged through me. I scrambled off the bed, my heart pounding a frantic rhythm against my ribs, and rushed to the window. Peeking through the gap in the curtains, my blood ran cold. Parked across the quiet street, partially obscured by the leafy branches of the old olive tree, was a sleek, black car that looked sickeningly, undeniably familiar. The tinted windows glinted ominously in the dim glow of the streetlights, impenetrable and menacing, like the eyes of a predator watching its

My jaw ached from the last booking, thighs burning from kneeling on hardwood, but the real pain was deeper, seeing damien from a very close range and not gutting him out burned on me like a brand I couldn’t scrub off. I turned the corner onto my block and froze. Exotic cars lined the curb. Not the usual rusted sedans or delivery vans. Fleets of them, matte-black G-Wagons, gleaming Lamborghinis, a Bentley with windows so dark they swallowed light. Seven in total, parked like a silent army. No plates visible. Engines off, but the air felt alive with threat. This street didn’t see cars like this and it troubled me. Panic surged through me, cold, sharp, flooding my veins like ice water.

That hair raising feeling that happens when you overthink and scare yourself. And then it happened. I had just put the nozzle into my car. I opened my car door to wait in my seat and scroll through my phone while it refilled. I sat down, grabbed my phone, and had that creepy feeling like I was being watched. I looked into the rear-view mirror and saw dark eyes staring back at me. I screamed. My dumbass too scared that my brain stopped functioning. I didn’t jump out. I didn’t run. I didn’t grab the closest thing I could use as a weapon. I just sat and screamed like some idiot in those stereotypical slasher films. The next thing I knew, this stranger, this strange man in MY car, bit me. He BI

“He’ll strangle you dead with just one hand!” Xynthia wanted to say something, but was interrupted by a loud revving from behind. The people inside the car instinctively looked back, and saw three Toyota Prados coming straight at them. A bright red symbol of a hatchet could be seen on the hoods of the cars. The other cars on the road swerved out of the way in an instant. They were clearly terrified of the situation. “The Hatchet Gang?!” Riley’s face lost all color when she saw the cars.

he whispered, breathing harshly through his teeth. Myra gulped in fear and let him guide her. There was no denying he would do as he promised when he was this furious. Myra was smart and knew to choose her battle wisely. A black modified mustang resembling a beast came into her view. Myra had no doubt that the car was second-hand but was modified, making it look world-class. She scowls at herself for still remembering Abram's craze for cars. He always wanted to have a modified Mustang, even if it was second or third hand.

Just in case any of Silas' men was out there in disguise, they won't be spotted in the major roads. Damian, Freya and Scarlett set off to town. Damian drove the car. Scarlett smartly sat in the passenger seat. Halfway into their drive, a truck appeared from nowhere behind them. “I didn't think trucks like this still exist in this pack,” Freya said, glancing at her side mirror. The truck had teeth made of irons sticking out from the front of the car. Damian chuckled. “Probably used for farming or stuff.” “Guys…this is weird,” alerted Scarlett looking through the back of the car. “Why’s the car following us? It's coming faster now…”