Novel & Cerita The Wheel

"But you might have to shoot what's feeding on them." They turned a corner and froze. Ahead of them lay the amusement park. The iconic yellow Ferris Wheel loomed against the grey sky, rusting and silent. Or it should have been silent. Instead, it was groaning. Creeeeaaak... The massive wheel was turning. Slowly. Painfully. As if an invisible hand were pushing it. And the bumper cars. Jack signaled for a halt. "Movement. Three o'clock." In the rusted cage of the bumper car arena, the cars were moving. They were ancient, paint peeling, wires exposed. But they were gliding across the cracked metal floor, sparking as their poles touched the electrified ceiling grid.

I blinked and looked again, this time more intently. “Increase the volume, Delia.” A flicker of nerves and surprise stirred in me. “…as Mr. Sayge Harold Williams, the billionaire CEO of Grymtel Wheels and Tech, takes the world by another surprise with his latest invention: a 2025 GWT-25 that runs solely on gas, with incredible speed and a reinforced frame designed to protect its occupants. Billionaire…” “He owns GWT?” I muttered, stunned.

Madam Amelia seemed to know this as she nodded her head at me. “Now what? You can’t break your vow. What will you do? You can’t have a Wolf Rider running around Astoria.” There it was. She knew what her daughter was. The half human part of it was the least of it. The fact that she was a Rider—a creature that could control a werewolf with a simple command. A creature that ruined my family's life. A creature, who must be destroyed before it gains power. There hasn't been a rider born in half a century, and even before, there was only one that ruled Astoria.

Next to the steering wheel, there was a handbrake, both gold in color. Based on Victoria's understanding of Asher, the steering wheel and handbrake were most likely made out of pure gold. "Victoria, it's my first time seeing a wooden buggy. Look at that steering wheel. Doesn't it look like gold? It's shining so brightly under the sun. "Victoria, I don't want my privileges anymore. I want to sit in that buggy. "Oh, why can't I use my phone here? I want to take a beautiful photo and post it on my Instagram. The post would definitely go viral!"

The nine-star wheel replied without waiting for Long Chen to ask. Long Chen was surprised, he didn't expect that the nine-star wheel was his other power. And he was sure it came from his mother's family blood, Long Chen wanted to ask what the star wheel was for. But the star wheel only answered a few things without explaining further to Long Chen. "Then, what do you mean by someone helping me out there?" Asked Long Chen with a puzzled look. "You'll find out later. For now, I'm just saying that you can use the power of the star wheel but only the first star can be used."

I waved at the place across the table from me and he sat. Wheel was a game for two players. It had little half-moon indents all over the board, arranged in circle shapes that overlapped each other. A shallow drawer on each side of the board contained maybe hundreds of colored stones. The object was to fill in a complete circle shape with your own pieces before the other player could. A little like tic-tac-toe, but on a bigger scale and with circles. When we were ready to play we opened the drawers. The smooth little stones on my side were clear and blue.

The wheel broke before the horses had finished steaming in the cold morning air. Lorelai heard the crack from the second carriage and lifted one hand. The Veyr escort stopped because she had told them, before dawn, that no wagon moved without her signal. A groom caught the frightened lead horse. No one shouted an order over her shoulder. That small mercy let her reach the damaged wheel before fear could become somebody else's command.

The rust began to flake away, dissolving into fine black dust as the silver alloy beneath reacted to the temporal lubricant. Ethan gripped the massive iron wheel on the side of the console. He braced his shoulders and threw his entire weight into the turn. *Groan... Clack... Clack...* The metal screamed in protest. The sound was deafening in the confined space, echoing down the dark tunnels like the wail of a dying beast. Ethan’s muscles strained, his veins bulging against his skin as he forced the stubborn wheel through its first full rotation. Behind the bronze panels, a massive pendulum began to sway, its slow, heavy ticks vibrating through the stone floor beneath their feet.

It did not move. Rafe and I joined him. The three of us threw everything we had left into turning the wheel. Metal screeched in protest. Somewhere inside the gate’s housing, old gears began to shift with agonizing slowness. Behind us Varen’s group entered the far end of the gallery at a run. “Faster,” Kael growled. The wheel turned another fraction. One of the locking bars began to retract. The failsafe chose that moment to hit Kael with everything it had left. His body locked. Black flooded his eyes completely. The sudden loss of his strength on the wheel nearly cost us the progress we had made.

The white grid above us kept swallowing the ceiling, drop by drop, like milk spilling across a dark table. Leo was flat on his stomach near a massive bronze wheel that rose straight out of the floor. The metal wasn't plain; it was covered in deep, blocky grooves that looked like gears but didn't click into anything. His blue windbreaker was torn at the elbow, revealing a patch of red, scraped skin. He didn't look up as the white light grew brighter, his fingers tearing at three thick copper cables that were growing out of the base of the wheel.