Science Fiction Vehicle Novels & Stories

“I had to speak to her to confirm that my suspicion was correct, and we were moving out, and to ask for transportation. Come, they will be waiting for us.” Damn it, she thought as she entered the water and shifted, she felt foolish, insecure, and jealous, but she fucking didn’t like the way the other woman looked at Niarthen. The army was a dark stain in the distance, and there were only a handful of vehicles remaining, all with Mer clinging to the mesh on the sides. Medical vehicles, Lyric thought as she and Niarthen joined the Mer already there. She could see now how these vehicles were different – made for transporting injured rather than sleek and for speed, or big and intimidating for d

Another escape. Ayra turned to fire again but paused. “Wait.” A new vehicle emerged into the chaos. Huge. Growling. An armored car, jet-black, bristling with reinforced panels and steel fenders. It bulldozed one of the enemy SUVs off the road with terrifying ease, then pulled alongside another and rammed it against a wall. “What the hell?” Ayra gasped. “Not ours,” Lucian said tightly. “Could be friendly. Or just someone who hates Benedict more.”

Futurama depicted an American landscape where automobiles would become the dominant form of transportation, flowing efficiently and delivering their precious passengers along divided superhighways allowing for high-speed travel with a double-decker design that allowed pedestrians to dominate through beautifully developed towns and cities. With moving light, inspiring audio and color effects, Futurama prophesied an American utopia enhanced with an assortment of cutting-edge technologies, the stuff of wildest imagination. Remote-controlled semi-automated vehicles, industrial power plants supplying everyone with power, farms growing artificially produced crops and aeration plants to purify and

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.

The Volkov gunships were systematically completely destroying the billionaire sanctuary. Lucian stayed physically tethered to Zara the entire descent. His heavy hand never left the curve of her lower back, a raw, possessive brand pushing her forward, shielding her from the falling debris. His protective overdrive was an absolute, blinding inferno. They reached the cavernous, freezing subterranean depot. Sitting flawlessly on the ancient steel tracks was a sleek, heavily armored transit car. It wasn't modern; it was cold war era, completely stripped of any digital technology that could be hacked. It was a brute force, mechanical bullet designed to survive the apocalypse.

Peter even looked like he was enjoying himself as he grumbled in disgust, before clearing his throat again as he sent a sharp glare at the man. "In that animated film, the spies have cars equipped with AI and bulletproof features! Even cooler, they will be able to pull out weapons like ... Uh oh…," Peter pushed Keith's body away behind the man, his face turning pale, as white as paper. "I think we have a problem." "Hey, Pete—" Keith stopped talking when he saw Marie's car turn into a tank machine with long guns shooting out from all sides of the car, ready to spew their bullets towards the walls of the workshop room.

She stood in the center of the moving vehicle, her hands glowing with a frantic, unstable indigo light. "I'm flooring it, Sofia! But the Blackwell district has the most advanced traffic dampeners in the sector. I can't fly through solid buildings!" Somito yelled back, his massive hands gripping the steering yoke so hard the metal began to warp. His muscles were bulging, the vampire-grafted tissue in his arms reacting to the adrenaline and the proximity of the battle they were heading into.

The temperature of my blood increased, making the cold wind feel like nothing but a faint pressure. The Citadel probe force crested the dune. Three Light Recon Vehicles—armored buggies—flanked a medium assault tank. The machines hummed. The Barzil cores at their centers emitted a low, subsonic vibration that I felt in my teeth before I heard the engines. They moved with caution. Their sensors—mechanical eyes of glowing blue light—swept the ruins. They expected Rogues. They expected a disorganized mob. The lead buggy hit the trap.

All right? “Sure thing.” “Good. One…two…three.” I dashed off into the darkness, determined to find the next car over by feel. Mr. X stood up and fired his strange weapon over the roof of the car that had been on my left, twice. Two more explosions later, and I was letting myself into the car that Mr. X had designated our escape vehicle. The inside of the car lit up with controls that looked like a hybrid of the 80s TV show Knight Rider and the bridge of the Enterprise on Star Trek: The Next Generation.

It appeared that it was hidden in one of their dwellings for emergency purposes. “Please use this, our so-called compacio. You’ll be in the palace in no time, when you use this,” she said as she opened the door. The interior was quite modern as far as I could see. It was bright inside with blue and white lights. So, this was one of the Furezos’ technology that I heard about. This vehicle could travel faster than light and could pass as a teleporter. And it would make us very comfortable indeed and can save up our energy. The capsules were then loaded and used by the others.