Super Natural Car Novels & Stories

I asked, as he adjusted his shirt. “ This is a formal meeting, no need to shift, but if it gets serious I would shift,” he said. I'd really wanted to see Azrael better. “ You can see Azrael for all you want, just not now okay” he replied as if reading my mind. How the Alphas of the Eastern packs had a connection with nice and expensive cars was just baffling. I grew up thinking wolves were fast so all we needed was to shift and run. But these Alphas proved me wrong. Tristan and I walked through rows of cars and I couldn't help but be fascinated.

He smiled and said, "No one in the world could scare me. I am just curious how a grumpy woman like you could have admirers." Nalan Wushuang stamped heavily on the ground then silently turned and resumed walking. Soon, the two arrived at a more heavily guarded area, and it could be seen how respected the Nalans were, here. Behind the gate were a Mercedes-Benz bus and five luxury cars. Each car individually was worth millions. The most eye-catching one was a brand-new black super car. It looked beautiful, and aggressive. The most amazing part was that the car had not been painted, and it had original patterns of carbon fiber all over.

“Carter and car award.” This time, her eyeballs nearly fell out of their sockets. He wasn't the manager or some ranch hand or random hired help. He was Carter Williamson, owner and CEO of W Motors, makers of the fastest electric cars on the planet. She'd assumed he was a random employee, but instead, he was the freaking billionaire owner. Mia sank down a little lower in her very worn seat as she scanned his bio. She skimmed the article, trying to read it as quickly as possible before the kids got out of school.

Jerk. He drives the car like it’s his second skin. It isn’t hard to tell that he loves this car. It doesn’t take long to reach the steakhouse. When Storm parks, I think I destroy my ripped skinny jeans along with my underwear. He parks beside a bright orange classic Ford Torino Cobra, which looks to me like a 1970 model, it’s gorgeous. I’ve always had a thing for classic cars. What I’m not expecting to see is the shiny blue Ford GT sitting right beside us and next to it is a metallic cherry red Porsche 918 Spyder. Those two are some of the world’s fastest cars. I’m gobsmacked.

“If you want to talk about the difference in specs, the most important thing is its artificial intelligence navigation, not to mention the panoramic sunroof…” Usually, Carter was calm and steady, but when it came to the topic of cars, he could hardly stop talking. Seeing this for the first time, Philip asked Claire in shock, “Has he always been like this?” Claire nodded in embarrassment, covered her mouth, and said in a low voice, “He’s a typical car addict. He’s borderline crazy about cars.” “The appearance of this artificial intelligence can also be customized according to the owner's preferences…” Carter continued incessantly. Philip smothered a laugh and said, “Did I make a mistake?”

my father breathes out in relief as he wraps me in an embrace. My body remains frozen and rigid as I inhale the scent of my father, the familiar smell of musk and pine wrapping around me. I'm glad to see him unharmed, but at least if he was hurt that might explain why he sent my little sister out to come and get me while the Pantera are on our territory. My human, fourteen year old, vulnerable sister. "Clara, can you go up to your room, please?" I flash her a weak

“Everyone pick your cars, let’s start!” As she spoke, Aria’s gaze lingered on the two Audi R7 cars Luna had assigned to Esther, and a smile involuntarily curled on her lips. The R7 versus the Veneno was like a bicycle against a motorcycle—no contest. Then she looked at Luna’s car — a Koenigsegg One:1, hands down one of the top supercars in the world. It had been personally picked out by the Carter family patriarch as a birthday gift for his beloved granddaughter.

A low, aggressive growl of a V12 engine shook the asphalt. It was a sleek, matte-black Koenigsegg. Inside the cockpit, Jackson Sterling shifted gears. His face was a mask of calm fury. Next to him, Luke checked the ammunition in his submachine gun. "They have heavy armor, Boss," Luke noted. "We can't ram them." "We don't need to ram them," Jackson floored the pedal. "We need to cripple them." The supercar accelerated, weaving through traffic at 180 mph. It pulled up alongside the rear truck.

Thorn Trevor's Point of View: I noticed a mid-sized black luxury SUV Fortuner, which was considered as one of the best variations in its segment. The lavish interiors design and its top speed have no doubt. This model has just launched a week ago and is already on the top sale list for this month. The high-end features and equipped capabilities. Yzack dropped down his window and took a glance at me.

"What brings you here?" I plopped onto his desk dramatically. "Baby, I was thinking… I need a new car." Elliot leaned back in his chair, rubbing his jaw. "You don’t have a car." "Exactly," I said sweetly, flipping the catalog toward him. "Which is why I want this one." His eyes trailed down the page. His brows lifted. "A Ferrari SF90 Stradale?" he repeated slowly. I smiled. "Yep!" He chuckled. "You don’t even drive, Susan."