The God Of Speed Novels & Stories

He stopped to guage their reactions before he continued. "My name is rather not Poseidon. I am Hermes. The god of trade and languages. The god of translators and interpreters. I was arguably, the most clever of the Olympian gods, and served as messenger for all the other gods. I ruled over wealth, good fortune, commerce, fertility, and thievery. ... Because of my speed, he was sometimes considered a god of winds."

"Oh God..." ***

Speed never lied. At three hundred miles an hour, the world peeled away everything unnecessary. There was no room for pretense or sweet-talking, no time for betrayal or half-truths. Excuses had no traction at these speeds; the machine demanded everything, and if you hesitated, it would chew you up and spit you out as just another cautionary tale whispered in the garages of the elite.

God. No debate. Fair. Just run. Reasonable. Then they ran. God. As fast as children could run. Fair. Which wasn't very fast. Reasonable honestly. But it was everything they had. God. The tunnel twisted. Fair. Turned. Reasonable. Narrowed. God. The light disappeared. Fair. Then appeared again. Reasonable honestly. Then disappeared again. God. Like it was teasing them. Fair. Then Peanut tripped. Reasonable. Immediately.

I only knew what it meant. "Ah!" I couldn't help but screech when he accelerated way too much. I predict the speed is at the highest at around 210 miles per hour. But hey, he didn't discover the fire speed boost yet and I was thankful. I rarely used that feature, because for one, if I lost balance and hit something in that speed, I'd say hello to God. We reach the pack house and the fences open when they realise who the driver was. I slowly remove my hands from his body while sitting straight instead of leaning on him.

However, her words dissolve in her mouth as she realizes that Paul has abruptly accelerated the car. As Paul accelerates the car, a surge of adrenaline courses through Audrey's veins. The speedometer needle climbs rapidly, and the powerful engine roars beneath the hood. The Bugatti's sleek design glimmers under the streetlights, its aerodynamic curves and polished exterior exuding an air of luxury and sophistication.

They would each repeat the very words said on this night because no better speech had been given to reassure the people. Though the time would be very different and perhaps there would spaceships and flying cars, or the world will be in ruins after humans have destroyed themselves…the speech and its effects would remain the same. All because one young women was dared promised to her godfather, the legacy that she creates and leaves behind for her future generations is one that can never be surpassed, but instead simply recreated time and time again.

However, it was all in vain. Andrius had not even burned his beast blood for speed, yet he shot forward like a comet. He left only waves of energy behind him like a supercar’s exhaust in the mortal world. In less than half an hour, Andrius completely disappeared from their sight. “I get it now!” A Heavenly Fiend Phoenix clan expert suddenly said, “He must have stolen the body of a Heavenly Fiend Phoenix Grand Sovereign.” “That’s right! Only a Grand Sovereign can surpass us in speed.”

And yet, her body screamed as though someone was placing a hot poker against her skin. Goodwin glanced at her through the rear view mirror, “So ... Haven’t you ever been in a car before?” The princess shook her head, staring out the window as they passed by the trees at amazing speeds. The scenery quickly moving by with them. “No, not ever.” Michael chuckled, “Her stupid father does not like automobiles. I don’t understand why, they can get you to places much quicker than horse carriages.” “Yeah ... I don’t understand it myself. Must be because he hates his people so much that he wants them to suffer without the technological advances we have.” Goodwin laughed as he glanced at Michael throug