Wall Slamming Novels & Stories

Another slam came again, and the SUV lost traction, with the back swinging violently from side to side and getting dangerously close to the guardrail before Damon forced it straight again. “Damon, watch out!” Jason yelled again in panic. “Less talking and more of not dying,” Damon hissed at him. “Wow,” Mara muttered. “Reassuring.” Damon forced the SUV around a sharp corner, with the tires screaming fiercely at the sudden turn. One of the VORTEX vans overshot the turn and crashed into a parked car, flipping it onto its side in an explosion of glass. The second van recovered and kept coming at them. “Take this right!” Jason yelled.

Ten minutes was an eternity. Throwing the transmission into drive, I gripped the leather steering wheel until my knuckles cracked. The loading dock doors sat fifty yards away. Corrugated aluminum meant to secure delivery trucks. I slammed the gas pedal directly to the floor. The heavy SUV launched forward. The speedometer needle ripped past forty. Fifty. Brace. Metal shrieked violently. The grill of the SUV smashed directly through the corrugated aluminum loading doors. The deafening explosion of tearing metal and shattering fiberglass filled the cabin. The airbags did not deploy. The heavy truck chewed through the barricade, tearing the aluminum tracks completely out of the concrete walls.

Five. "Now," I whispered. I dropped into a slide. The girl hit the blind spot at full velocity just as the gravity dampener glitched. For a microsecond, the friction under her boots vanished. She didn't just stumble; physics betrayed her. Her momentum, unchecked by gravity, sent her flying over me. She slammed face-first into the wall with a sickening crunch. Bone meeting stone. She knocked herself cold instantly. "Physics," I muttered. Scrambling up. "It’s a bitch."

Hazel hit the brakes, but the winter roads were slick. A massive delivery truck coming from the opposite lane didn't stop. The impact was a deafening, violent crunch of metal and shattering glass. The force of the collision spun Hazel’s small sedan entirely around, the airbags deploying with a massive, explosive pop. Hazel’s head slammed hard against the side window, and the entire world instantly went dark.

Everything else was beyond his consideration. "Jump out!" The squad leader, sensing the impending danger, quickly ordered, surprised to find someone frozen in fear among them. The others, focused on self-preservation, swiftly moved and jumped out of the windows. With a loud bang, Alexander's Hummer collided with the Audi, sending it careening to the side, instantly totaled. Though the Hummer had strong impact resistance, the bumper was slightly deformed. A few warlocks gulped, their hearts racing as they recalled the harrowing scene from moments ago. Just one second later at night, and they would have met the same fate as that car—total destruction.

Slam! A fast and black figure ran so fast with insane reflex through the air, and slammed someone against the wall with her neck pinned. Sharp claws grew out immediately and dug deep into the wall still holding Edla's throat with intensity, as her bright green eyes turned blazing red and gazed disdainfully at her.

I shouted, pushing the accelerator as I swerved onto an exit ramp, the car skidding dangerously close to the edge of the road. We were speeding through the streets of the city now. Just when it seemed like we might escape, I heard a sickening crunch as one of the gunmen’s SUVs rammed into the back of our car, sending us spinning out of control. The world tilted sideways, as I fought to regain control of the vehicle. But it was too late. We were headed straight for the concrete barrier, the impact unavoidable. I closed my eyes, bracing myself for the collision. the car spinning wildly as we smashed into the barrier, glass and metal shattering around us.

"If we slow down to fight, the heavy turrets on that bunker will turn us into scrap metal." "Then we don't stop," Tristan said. He looked at the throttle. "Ramming speed?" Vane asked, a feral grin touching his lips. "Ramming speed won't break a plasteel barrier," Tristan said. "It’s designed to stop runaway trains. We’ll just crumple." He looked at Saoirse. "Can you blast it?" "From this distance?" Saoirse shook her head. "I need to be closer. And if I miss, I blow the track out from under us."

I didn't slow down. With a crushing, cataclysmic boom that sounded like an artillery strike, the reinforced steel bumper of my lead interceptor plowed dead center into the garrison's iron automated gate. The heavy metal panels sheared completely off their hydraulic tracks, buckling violently inward like paper before tearing away from the concrete pillars entirely.

SIX MONTHS LATER. The stadium was incredibly loud. Forty thousand fans screamed at the top of their lungs. The bright white lights shined down on the freezing ice. CRASH! A massive, heavy sound echoed through the arena. Alexander Whitman slammed his body hard against an opposing player. The player flew backward and crashed violently into the clear glass wall. The player fell flat onto the cold ice. It was James. James groaned in pain. He tried to get up, but he was completely crushed.