Wall Slamming Novels & Stories

Instead of slowing down, it sped up and smashed straight through the guardrail. The car flipped through the air, then slammed hard into the concrete barrier. Flames burst into the sky after a deafening crash.

Max yelled, gripping the wheel tightly. The damaged SUV accidentally slammed into the side of ours. The impact wasn’t huge but strong enough to jerk everybody violently sideways. My shoulder smashed painfully against the door. A sharp metallic taste filled my mouth from the impact. Bella lurched forward, slamming her hand against the dashboard as she cursed again, her voice breaking slightly this time. Smoke rose lightly from the tires. “Get out! GET OUT!” Max roared.

My fingers tightened on the wheel as I made micro-adjustments to ensure the best possible impact angle. I braced for collision, drawing on every ounce of my wolf strength to prepare my body. Time compressed to this single moment – the rock face rushing toward me, the squeal of tires, the crack of fiberglass as the front bumper made first contact. The impact was devastating. Metal crumpled like paper as the car slammed into the rocky outcropping with tremendous force. The airbag deployed, striking me with bruising power, momentarily blinding me in a cloud of white powder. Glass shattered, raining sharp fragments across my skin as the windshield disintegrated.

Carrie jerks the wheel, slamming through the right edge of the barrier, which shatters into plastic fragments that crack our windshield. Before Carrie can regain control of the swerving car, we clip the rear bumper of the van being used as a roadblock. Boom. With a crunch of steel, we go airborne. Trent squeezes his eyes shut, but his body becomes the meaty gyroscope through which we can feel the world tilting right. The mini-car lands on its side and slides, glass shattering, metal scraping, engine screaming—talons of sound that rip the world apart.

As she left, I slammed my fist against the wall. Fuck! I stormed out. I grabbed my key from a valet and got in my car. I started my car and drove away. I was accelerating my speed. Fuck! I slammed my hand into the steering wheel. Suddenly, the light of the truck hit my eyes. I hit the brake in panic.

Thomas swerved the steering wheel to the full right – in the direction of the hill – and pressed down hard on the brake. He put an arm around me protectively and then – CRASH! The engine rammed into the hill and plowed through the first few feet of it. Mounds of dirt fell on both sides of us. I fainted.

Whirrrrrrrrr-REEEEEEEEE! We hit the wall at forty miles per hour. I braced for death. Instead, the world turned into noise. CRUNCH-GRIND-ROAR. The Pangolin didn't bounce off. It ate the wall. The tungsten teeth chewed through concrete and rebar like a blender going through fruit. Dust filled the cabin instantly. The vibration was so intense my teeth rattled in their sockets. My stone arm bounced against the metal wall of the cabin, making a sound like a hammer hitting an anvil. Clang! Clang! Clang!

he said, calm as hell. I barely had time to grab the door handle before sixty miles per hour of reinforced steel plowed through the blockade. The impact was violent, bone-jarring, the kind of crash that made my teeth rattle in my skull. The pickup truck we hit spun off the icy cliff like a toy, disappearing into the darkness below. Our own radiator exploded on impact, steam hissing through the crumpled hood. The airbags deployed with a deafening crack, filling the cabin with white powder and the acrid smell of burnt rubber. "Did you seriously just ram them?!" I gasped, coughing through the dust, my ribs aching from where the seatbelt had locked up.

Ultimately, after leaving two crooked tire tracks baked into the asphalt, the van managed to squeeze into the emergency lane in front of me and run into the sand pit. The front wheels drove straight into the sand. The rear end of the van was raised in the air, and the van finally slowed to a stop at the edge of the pit. White smoke and a pungent, burned smell billowed from the hood. Billy scrambled out of the shattered window, completely covered in blood. He fell to the ground on his knees, gagging a few times, before looking up and meeting my gaze. He froze for a moment. Then, his eyes lit up.

Nova realized with horror. BAM. Viper rammed them from behind. Altair’s head snapped back against the headrest. The prototype fishtailed wildly. Altair fought the wheel, knuckles white. "Hold on!" Viper pulled alongside them. He was laughing, aiming a handgun out his window. He swerved, slamming the heavy armored side of his SUV into Altair’s lightweight sports car. CRASH. The impact sent them spinning. They were doing 140 mph. The world became a violent centrifuge. The car spun across three lanes of traffic, jumped the guardrail, and went airborne.