Stra Rail Novels & Stories

~ Trans Rail was a hidden breakthrough. Spanning across the Atlantic Ocean, it connected the continents via an underwater rail line. Only the vampires and their human families knew about it. Just as they were the only ones who knew about the sub-level rail lines that ran beneath the ordinary rails in the city.

I watched as Kayla hurried through the crowd, dodging guards, before slipping onto a regional passenger train on the lower platform. "Which line is that?" I asked the guard sharply, pointing at the screen. "That's the South Bound Regional Express," the guard explained, tapping the keyboard. "It doesn't make many stops. People who board that specific train are usually headed to three main places: Pine Creek, Riverdale, or Oak Town." My heart beat faster.. She may be in one of those three places. "Thank you," I said to the guard, turning around and walking straight out of the office .

]` `[QUEST: JOURNEY TO MELBOURNE]` `[OBJECTIVE: REACH MELBOURNE CENTRAL IN 3 DAYS]` `[WARNING: TRAIN ROUTE HAS 3 STOP POINTS. HIGH INFECTED ACTIVITY.]` `[REWARD: 1500 EXP + ALLY RECRUITMENT CHANCE]` 8:02 AM. Train whistle. Old diesel train. Broken windows. "NSW RAIL" written on the door. The guard stood at the front with a gun. "Sydney to Melbourne. No stops except Goulburn, Albury, Wangaratta. Get in fast."

—People are starting to get up from their places, Deer Ridge, Red Oak . "Excuse me, where do those trains go?" I ask a person who walks past me, however, he doesn't check me. Excuse me, do you have any idea what train this is? I demand, currently attending to a lady who doesn't give me a lonely look for the same reason. “…Trenton, Anderson, Kings Springs.

“I have another gift for you too. I just found out who should be your trainer for body type power.” Huntress spoke to Mia. “Who is it?” Mia knew that Huntress’s expectations were extremely high when it came to her. Her guidelines for a trainer would be similarly high. Just who managed to pass her test. Huntress simply smiled at raised her hands towards a nearby door. When Mia looked at it, a figure emerged. It was none other than Nathan. “He is my coach.” Mia was shocked. It was none other than the guild master of Kaiser who arrived here.

His dark shadow veil flared around his boots, drifting forward to interlock with her golden warmth in a fluid, continuous pulse. "Look at that valley," Maya said softly, a bright, gold-flecked spark of unhinged pride dancing in her dark eyes as she pointed toward the river basin. "In six weeks, the main trunk line of the Trans-Sector Rail will cut right through those lower foothills. Rurik’s crews will be loading five hundred tons of raw silver ore onto trade trains before the mid-winter melt even begins." Fenris let out a low, subterranean growl of dark amusement, his arm sliding around her waist to pull her flush against his broad hip. His calloused thumb rubbed slow, possessive circles ag

“Yes, ma’am. Stockpiles from southern harvest zones will reach you before the first frost. No more empty shelves in the dead of winter.” Another call lit up—this time, Darius from Shark Wharf. “Does this mean tourists and travelers get to ride too, or is it just freight?” he asked, a trace of excitement in his voice. “Passenger routes are in planning,” Professor Hartfield confirmed. “Second-phase implementation will connect cities with high-speed rail. Tourism, business, and families will benefit all the same.” Quara chuckled softly. “I might have to take a train to my next interview.” As the program neared its close, the camera panned to a final montage—images of freight trains gleaming in

His canvas coat was soaked through, sticking cold to his shoulders. A low, rhythmic rumble vibrated through the steel rails fifty yards away. A diesel freight train rolled slowly into view, moving at barely ten miles per hour as it negotiated the rusted switchboards toward the city center. Long rows of corrugated steel boxcars clattering past, their dark iron wheels squealing against the damp track. "That's our ride," Gabe said, rising smoothly to his feet. "Corliss will have team units monitoring every primary arterial highway into the metro area within the hour. Highway cameras are compromised. Rail transit is off the grid."

They looked almost as if the whole track was one solid piece. "Next," Vanna said. The men pulled the poles out and moved down to the next two. The process repeated. It was fascinating to watch how efficiently they worked. Tom looked at the people not working. Two guards, a man and a woman, sat on the train. One faced each direction and they surveyed the surroundings. Cameron was filling canteens from the barrel and Britta was organizing crates and equipment on the train car. "This one's no good," Elroy called. "Alright, fine. Here, take this one next," Britta said pointing to a piece of rail on the train. Tom had thought it was part of the train, but now he realized that most of the sides of