The God Of Speed Novels & Stories

POV LEO ... "Damn it!" Throughout the trip I kept swearing without reducing the speed of my car. I had entered New Jersey five minutes ago and with the approximately 350 km/h speed of my Hennessey Venom F5 and managed to cut the time from New York City from two hours to just 30 minutes. What I never expected was that Maria, one of my trusted members, was a spy from Dragonbone. And because of my carelessness, I had put Jeanne in danger now.

Greg asked, getting annoyed at his friend's ramblings. One of the people sitting in front of him also said, "Knox, are you stupid?" "What do you mean?" Knox asked, not accepting being called stupid. "This is William Mackenzie, the God of Death. A legend who has been said to have never lost a war. Even when he used the name Bill Stewart, he proved himself worthy of being a war general. How can you still doubt his ability? You're crazy!" the man said without looking back.

"You think money fixes everything, don't you? You're not scared that I'll cause trouble; you're just afraid that I'll report your dirty dealings to the authorities! "I don't want your filthy money. I want justice!" Jude snorted, then kicked fragments of Dad's gravestone and shattered it further. Ashes and dust blew into my face. "Velda Group is justice in Hyporion!" He crouched down and whispered a threat into my ear in a voice only I could hear, "You'd better pray that I never get my hands on Piper. If I do, I'll make sure she's begging for death!" Those words were the breaking point. I tackled him to the ground and started driving my fists into his face.

Pain so old it had turned to stone. Seventy paces. My head started to ache. A pressure behind my eyes. Like someone was pressing their thumbs into my skull from the inside. Eighty paces. Monster. Murderer. You took everything. Ninety paces. I stopped walking. Not because I wanted to. Because my legs wouldn't move. The pressure in my skull was unbearable. The whispers were screams now. A chorus of the damned with Kael's name on their lips. And beneath them all, a child's voice.

One minute he wants me and is asking me not to deny the attraction between us, while the next he is harsh and cold towards me. I was too pissed to deal with it right now. I tried calling for an Uber, but most of them were busy. Turns out there was some big event happening in the city and most of them were already booked. Great! Just my luck. Florian still kept calling while I kept ignoring. Just when the buzzing stopped, a black Mercedes pulled over. The window rolled down and revealed Florian’s furious gaze. “Get in,” Florian ordered. I folded my arms across my chest, “Oh now you offer free rides…” I drawled sarcastically.

It feels like I was pushing a huge rock and didn’t make it to move. Anubis smiled in a sinister way. His eyes stare back at me with his black orbs’ pupils. “This isn’t funny for telling me you are meeting some God. Isn’t that insulting?” “What? —” My voice trailed off, “What are you talking about? Why do you keep talking about a God?” I tried to hide anything that he can tell I know a God. But when I think more of it, his name, and his aura. It isn’t just right like a human. “Are you a God?”

It was the beginning of something new. I was no longer someone’s wife or shadow. I was the Godmother of the mafia families, Xavier’s mother, Kane’s beloved, and most importantly, I was myself. A year later, in a port city in Eustona, someone spotted a familiar figure. The man was ragged, limping on one leg. When he looked up, his face was covered in scars and humiliation. It was James. He saw me and instantly looked away in terror, ducking into the crowd like a rat scurrying across the street.

When Hun Zi said that, it was clear that he was not lying because if this man had lied, the insects would have reacted excessively by hurting him. "Then, do you know why the upper world sent you here?" That question made the young man fall silent, but he could feel a slight pinch if he dared to lie to Xiao Chen. So, with fear, Xiao Chen immediately got what he wanted from the man from the Red Star Sect without any trouble. And the thing that made Xiao Chen curious was answered by the Red Star Sect disciple. It turned out that they were looking for a figure called a god candidate, where the young figure who came would be assessed whether he was worthy of becoming the successor to the god or n

From now on, he should try to solve this problem himself. Joshua’s speed was simply astonishing. Joniss was furious and shouted at the driver “What are you doing?” “Miss, he’s driving a Maybach.” The brawny man cautiously replied. “Let me drive!” Joniss was angry. She stepped hard on the gas pedal and the car sped down the road. She frantically chased after him.

I snap in a snarky tone. “Fair point, I shall continue to refill your glass then.” “Thank you,” I say as I take another sip, then take another deep breath as my foot taps anxiously against the footrest of my stool. “So, this new God…” “His name is Azadou. God of Malice also known as the Demon God, and the creator of the eyti,” they explain, walking over and placing a plate in front of me along with a fork, but despite the dish looking absolutely delicious, the thought of food entering my stomach right now makes me want to hurl.