Spy Racers Novels & Stories

Audience, like us, were getting thrilled, most of them was too invested in their bets that they’re willing to spent hundred bucks or more for whoever nail the show. Later on, I noticed the crowd becoming wild as the racetrack was getting more and more intense, two of the participants were already out. Moments after, three dragsters also got disqualified. Only four has left and the familiar sports car was among them. The blue McLaren has been effortlessly getting my attention from time to time that I couldn’t move my eyes to watch the others. The on-going tension was bearable until only the two of them has left desperately chasing the finish line. It was all serious and a matter of survival,

Some of the beasts only conveyed their emotions and instincts. “Something that we hadn’t discussed was how to get near him. He’ll be in the racer’s circle where only racers and the entourage can go. Normally, I would say to utilize your mate’s glamour skills, but These races attract supernaturals. Therefore, they have scanners in place that pick up on the spikes caused by use using our abilities,” he explained. Chris and I exchanged mirrored smirks. Fuck yes. Finally, our expertise would come in handy. Not our expertise of the supernatural world. A much more exciting one.

Summer was just around the corner. I worked out everyday to achieve the body goal that I wanted. Azy's wedding is getting near too so I had to maintain my figure. "Thrante's eager to get annulled with Sebastian," Mom stated during our dinner. "Your Tita Katherine is also supportive. I don't think they won't win against the Marcados. They've done it before against the Imperial. There's no way they won't do it again." "Do you think that is normal, Mommy? Will it bring a shame to both families if people will learn about the annulment?"

After hugging us and telling us to take care, they leave a short while later. Entering the living room again, the topic has already changed. Dayum and, of course, it's cars and illegal races they're all into. For a moment, I was worried Igor might spill something in front of Gale and Brent, as in their family, it's obviously not a secret. But I guess he understood that with Brent and Gale, things are different. "What about you, Baby Racer? When was your last race?" Our four best friends laugh hard about the pet name Igor has given me.

The tournament is very simple that ZOTICUS has set in order for every racer to have fun and enjoy while competing since it's a motor sport. Each team consist of 5 racers and each player should finish at least 2 laps as long as 10 laps were complete with the fastest time. SIDE NOTES: - Because Im fond of having unique names, i stumble at g****e for names with meanings, somw were a geek names for myhthology - * ZOTICUS ELE* ZOTICUS means full of life while ELE is refering to a nobbleman, an aristocrat who comes from a good family.

Time to show who's the boss, motherfuckers. I started warming up and slowly increase my speed. I can see how the crowd went wild when I sped up. I'm using my black spyder arcade with a number nine on it. It was exclusively made for me. Well, perks of being the daughter of one of the richest people in Asia. I felt the adrenaline rush through my body as I increase my speed. I drove past racer number 07. I grinned as I came to drift and almost bump racer number 05. He opened his window and salute me with his middle finger. I realized it was Johnson, one of my co-racer and friend.

13 - Ruby Fridays — ۩ Racers, you have reached the final mission of your game - Midday Mile. This racetrack is full of danger and deception, with death awaiting at every turn. The Midday Mile racetrack awaits the final challenge for the eight racers competing for freedom. The racers have been provided identical high-performance racing cars for the ultimate test of speed and endurance. The track is one mile long and divided into six laps. Each lap contains different obstacles designed to slow and fail racers down to doom. If you wish to escape this arena of doom, you must cross the finish line first and claim the missing piece of the map that will show you the exit.

All this from his safely staked out spot high up on the cliff with a pair of binoculars. Riley cared about this race. She needed it if she wanted to get noticed for the big bi-annual race that was worth two million dollars, possibly a sponsor or two, and a shit ton of prestige. The Sparrow Hawk Cup was an invitation only race and she intended to get an invitation this time. She felt Roadkill tight on her ass, ready to retake his lead the second she gave him the opportunity. Yeah, no fucking way.

"In lane one, we have Viper in his modified Dodge Challenger! Lane two features our returning champion, the mystery racer known only as Black Red! Lane three brings us Nitro in his souped-up Mustang! And in lane four, we have newcomer Phoenix in what might be the fastest BMW we've ever seen on this track!"

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.