Science Fiction Vehicle Novels & Stories

Then he takes in few kitchen utensils . They then enters the vehicles warehouse . He was so shock to see the three tanks with an automatic machine gun at the open roof . The military truck that Su Ling tells her had a bullet proof walls . Five jeeps also with bulletproof walls with double machine guns on the open roof . So he takes two tanks , two trucks and two jeeps . He also takes three bicycles , three motorbikes and two sports cars .

one of the women in the car asked after she opened the window. "Mom, don't you think it's cool! And he looks so young too!" said the other woman beside her. "To think he can keep up with the car at this speed! I guess the magic here is still thicker compared to the city." The young lady's golden locks fell over a petit pink dress. She smiled enchantingly at the young man on the branch. Dorin didn't answer. He was too busy looking at the car's insides to notice her. At a wheel that was steering itself as the driver sat comfortably behind it. Just then, the car swerved to the right. Dorin looked ahead and saw a sharp curve on the road, and speeding right at him on the other lane, was a large v

Madam Amelia seemed to know this as she nodded her head at me. “Now what? You can’t break your vow. What will you do? You can’t have a Wolf Rider running around Astoria.” There it was. She knew what her daughter was. The half human part of it was the least of it. The fact that she was a Rider—a creature that could control a werewolf with a simple command. A creature that ruined my family's life. A creature, who must be destroyed before it gains power. There hasn't been a rider born in half a century, and even before, there was only one that ruled Astoria.

Alex 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.

Unfortunately, there was no chance. He couldn't help introducing the knight's fifteen generations. It was an extremely luxurious armored off-road vehicle made from a high-quality vehicle called 'V-V-V'.

I reminded him again before we finally left my office. I used my high-end car when we traveled. I am the only Alpha in this realm who has this kind of car. It is a bulletproof car and its speed is like that of a spacecraft. My troop of Army men rode in our big army truck, whose speed can be as fast as my car. It is not time to use our horses, we might be too late to rescue Adamante.

“If he dies… I’ll never forgive you.” Sable smiled without looking back. “He won’t. I gave my word. And unlike the Circle, my word means something.” They reached the sleek black snowcraft—a long, armored vehicle with glowing side panels and an engine that purred like a beast ready to hunt. The doors slid open automatically. “Inside,” Sable ordered. Lena stepped in. The warmth inside hit her instantly. Screens lined the walls, displaying maps, encrypted data, and real-time feeds that made Lena’s stomach drop.

She turned back to me once more before reaching the door. “Thank you for the tour,” she said lightly, voice mocking and polite at once. I didn’t respond. Her heels clicked softly as she exited. The bell over the gallery door didn’t ring. I waited. Gave it a few seconds. Then I moved to the far window and watched. That’s when I saw it. The street outside, quiet just a moment ago, had transformed. A convoy. Not just any convoy. Six vehicles. Midnight black. Coated in reflective magic that shimmered under streetlights like glass water. Each one long, armored, smooth and purring low with engine pulses that no ordinary human ear would notice.

"If the flagship can't reach us with drop pods, they'll use the seismic drills next. They'll bury this whole garage." "Go where?" Haley looked around the dark garage. "This place is a junkyard." The garage was filled with vehicles, but they were all stripped. Hover-cars on cinder blocks, APCs with missing engines, transport trucks rusted into skeletons. It looked like a graveyard for machines. "We need a ride," I said, limping forward. "Something heavy. Something that can take a hit. Something that doesn't need a microchip to run, because the electromagnetic pulse from the ship is frying everything electronic."

The hunter emerged from the gloom. It was a monstrosity of engineering—a massive, crab-like vessel with segmented legs designed to latch onto another hull. It had no windows, only a cluster of glowing sensors that flickered with a rhythmic, hypnotic violet. It was an anti-Sovereign, a machine built to silence the light I had become. "Brace yourself," Nevan commanded. He didn't try to outrun it. The Void was built for stealth, not speed. Instead, he steered us directly into the path of the hunter.