The God Of Speed Novels & Stories

My hands tighten on the wheel. My mind races. Not with fear. Never with fear. Calculation. Who. Because this isn’t an accident. It’s never an accident. Not with me. Not with what I’ve built. Not now. Arena. The name hits like a spark. It’s a message. And she loves messages. I press harder on the accelerator. The city blurs. Lights streaking past. Nothing matters except getting there. Seeing it. Understanding it. Because once I understand it I end it.

The navigation application was constantly showing that Zayn had already gone past the speed limit. Yes, he could tell that he was completely different after reaching the invincibilis state. The entire world looked different in his eyes. His speed became so great that the navigation application could not even detect it anymore. It was because he had already surpassed ultrasonic speed. The journey of over 1000 kilometers ended in less than an hour when he arrived home. One could describe his speed as the ultimate speed. If someone were to see it, they would certainly be petrified. Even an invincibilis fighter would be shocked by Zayn’s terrifying speed.

He didn't think of what could happen if they were to see him at that time. “Can't you drive faster!!” Michael shouted at the taxi driver that was driving too slowly for his liking. “I can't exceed the speed limit sir and you know that.” The taxi driver tried to explain. “I didn't say you should exceed the speed limit, I said you should increase your goddamn speed. A snail is even faster than the way you're driving. I need to be somewhere very important and it's a matter of life and death so step on the gas goddammit!” Michael screamed in his ears.

“If possible, can you be faster?” Hades pressed the pedal and leaned forward. “On your command.” Vroooooom! The car wheels rolled faster than before. The kind of speed that Hades didn't imagine he would do.

Lucas grinned like a child. "It's the fastest mech the world has ever seen," he declared. "If the Exodus is the dark horse of mechs, the Xiezhi is the king. The Prototype is faster overall, but the Xiezhi can hit insane speeds for a few seconds at a time, letting it move in the blink of an eye!" Lucas slapped the bunk, rattling the twin beds. "Imagine marching up to Axion Industries in a Korean mech. With the speed that thing has, we could end the war in hours!"

A man who's secretly behind the Victoire Wine Company, where Silenus - or Damon Victoire, in the human realm - is the standing CEO. Staring at his friend's heart shaped smile, medium-sized build, and formal suit, it made him remember the first time the wine god met the god of drunkenness. FLASHBACK | Joseon Era (now known as South Korea) Specks of dust grazes his skin but he paid no heed to it, knitting his brows into a crease as he squints at the area far below. Fat, grey clouds shifted into their darker form and lightning flashed all around him, making his stallion buck and neigh nervously mid-air. His hand gripped onto the reins of his faithful and skilled pegasus, pushing it to fly down,

The paved road presented subtle slopes as the intimidating-looking powerful machine increased its speed and the roar of the engine was lost in the endless darkness of the desert that stretched between the giant mountains that shaped the temples that fragmented along the way. Irony was the black Porsche passing at overwhelming speed in front of the temple that was located in Edfu, the temple of Horus, the god of the rising sun who sacrificed the safety of his own life in the name of avenging the death of his father Osiris, a God like the one who did not cease his quest until he killed the murderer of the one he loved most and finally became ruler of Egypt.

I zero my eyes at it and instantly recognize the creature. Goatmen, the servants of Ishtar but what are they doing here? I feel my chest rumble with a growl thinking about that goddess of fertility. She pairs my wolves. The matchmaker or whatever the other gods like to call her. I don’t like her a bit, in fact, I loathe her. We’re enemies.

' My knowledge of Judaism was very lacking for a girl who had a GCSE in Religious Studies. 'Surely one can go to any church.' She hesitated, not so sure of her ground either. She resumed, 'I mean God thingy stuff - they aren’t going to give a tuppeny-fuck whose house you are sitting in. With their omnipresence abilities and all that, they should get the message from the middle of a hay-field, shouldn’t they?' I could hardly continue for a fit of the giggles. Her swearing took comedy to new levels.

Between us stand two lives. A Bentley pulled up smoothly in front of me. My best friend leaned out the window and waved the plane tickets in her hand. "Counselor, if you keep dawdling, the flight out of Harbor City won't wait for you." I nodded, opened the passenger door, and got in without hesitation. The car roared away from the courthouse. In the rearview mirror, Julian and Rosie still stood there in a daze, their figures growing smaller and smaller. After a turn, they disappeared from my sight completely.