Science Fiction Vehicle Novels & Stories

She looked at what he was pointing at, and her eyes widened in astonishment, before she looked at Lucien, whispering without even realizing it. " you are kidding!" It was like a vehicle from a sci-fi movie, with no wheels, black and blue windows, completely black, like a flying saucer. "What the fuck?" She said it with the shock she experienced for the first time and found herself in this place "What, don't you have energy vehicles in your dimension?" She wanted to respond, but she was astonished by its size and strange shape. Lucien stood in front of her before taking a breath, and placing the palm of his hand on top of the front of the vehicle.

"Yes, sir. This way, please." Outside, the saleswoman opened the gate to the parking lot. The moment the gate opened, Victor saw an all-black heavy-duty truck. It was love at first sight. "Sir, this is our latest heavy-duty truck. Feel free to ask me anything." The truck was a bit dusty, but that didn't diminish Victor's love for it. It was his ticket to surviving the apocalypse. "This heavy-duty truck should look pretty badass as a mecha, right?" "What did you say, sir?" The saleswoman didn't catch Victor's mutterings.

We were going to die here, all of us, because I had been too weak to prevent this… I have failed them all. I clenched my jaws so tight it hurt. “I am sorry milo” I thought, calling forth my wolf, even though I knew that I might turn into a monster. But before I could cross through the land of no return, another horn blew across the field. I snapped my eyes open with force. A majestic massive armored vehicle rolled forward from the Queen's lines. It looked like a war tank, covered in metal plates and magical symbols that glowed with power.

Dante’s hand tightened on my chair. A silent finally. “We’re going to war like Dante goes to war,” I continued. “Forward. Reckless. Brutal. No subtlety is dead.” Voronin’s grin was slow and vicious. He unzipped the duffel and rolled out blueprints of six custom vehicles. “Meet my children,” he said proudly. Three GAZ Tigr chassis, up-armored to withstand .50 cal, fitted with roof-mounted RPG-30 launchers and twin PKP belts.

It was a shrine. Five vehicles sat under ceiling lights like pieces in a private museum. Each one gleaming, each one clearly loved. A cherry red classic car with a long hood and glinting chrome. The black sports car he drove me here yesterday, sleek and sinful. Then, something that looked like it belonged in a warzone, matte green and brutal. And two motorbikes, each looking fast enough to tempt death. Misha didn’t even glance at the classic, heading straight to the less assuming black one. He tossed a key into the air, catching it like it was muscle memory.

I felt like we were abandoning them even though I knew they understood and wanted to protect us. We made our way down to the waiting car. It was a normal-looking SUV, it had dark tinted windows and it was painted a matte black. I wondered why it was so important to use this vehicle. When Draven opened the door, I noticed how heavy they were. They were much thicker than the doors on ordinary cars. The glass was super thick too. The tan leather interior looked comfy but when I sat down, it was obvious there was something more to it.

"He won't get fourteen minutes. I’ve been waiting twenty years for this. I can navigate that floor plan in my sleep." The Weight of the Dust Vance stepped back toward his matte-black transport, his overcoat snapping in the rising night wind. "The payload is live, Francis. The devil has given you his fire. Try not to burn yourself before the show starts." The electric vehicle slid away into the dark, its taillights vanishing down the long, unpaved road until there was nothing left but the quiet rustle of the desert and the steady, rhythmic blinking of the amber light on Francis’s terminal.

- **Durability:** Indestructible (Self-Repairs via Thunder) - **Flavor Text:** "Forged from a dying star's heart; drinks skies, spits eternities." **Sânge Furtună (Blood Storm Board)** *(Soulbound Hoverboard Forged in Solid State Blood using Absolute Hemokenisis) - **Type:** Legendary Vehicle/Weapon - **Speed:** Mach 5 (Sky Sovereignty Boost) - **Special:** Rails on lightning/void; tandem sync w/ pack. **Twin Thunder Crown** *(Equipped – Head/Soul Slot)*

It consisted of shimmering, bright metal, which spicy sunlight as liquid silver shined. No clobe edges, no rusty rivets. It resembled a huge, elegant needle, surrounded by slow rotating rings that were traversed by a gentle, blue light. It was beautiful. And that made it so frightening. “This is not a technology of the Old World I know,” Silas whispered and put his glasses right. “The energy nature of this drive... this is not a kinetic Power. This is gravitational manipulation. The echo of the stars is a generation ship.”

“Simple things. They must have taken down a low-level werewolf with minimal combat experience. Let's just kill them.” “I understand, sir.” Franz nodded. My eyes closed tightly, and I rested my tired body in the car. I can be relaxed because the car I'm riding in right now is a special type, and there's only one in the world. Cars with top-level durability, high-capacity engines, bullet-proof glass, and wheels that cannot be shot at or scratched by sharp objects. The main thing is that it provides advantages, namely being a long barreled weapon that can shoot at close or long distances.