THE ULTIMATE SPEEDVERSE
. . ."It's graduation, bitches!" Carmen cried out, dressed in a purple cloak with the graduation hat over her head, obscuring her face from the sun's heat.
"We're just ending a school year. I don't see what all the fuss is about," came Henry, also in his graduation attire.
They were all graduating as their high school years came to an end on that fine day.
"Speak for yourself!" blurted Marcus.
"Hey, Cassie," Lucas spoke, taking off his hat, "where's Nat?"
"She said she would be h
The book is set to conclude the Viper trilogy (Viper & Rise of The Darkforce) where we'll get to see our favorite teen characters along many others team up one last time to save the entire universe from an extinction-level threat! Meanwhile, while you wait for this book to be released, my other story "Viper", the prequel to "Rise of The Darkforce", is currently ongoing so you can read through while you wait and also binge Rise of the Darkforce from start to finish. There will be more light shed on this final book in "Viper". So don't miss out.
All characters, products and locations depicted in this literal set are fictitious and are derivative of the author's imagination. Any similarity to actual persons; alive or dead is coincidental and no infringement is inferred.Thank you all for your support in the production of "Rise of The Darkforce" and any issues you'd like to raise regarding the story are welcome in the comments and in your votes.Don't forget to share for those who have been with me every week and as I said earlier — "Viper" is still ongoing which is a story that shows how Natasha Johnson got her powers. How it all started. The two stories are expected to tie into my upcoming culminative epic novel slated to drop in the platform early next year.The order of the trilogy is as follows:1.Viper2. Rise of The Darkforce
WARNING! The following set may contain mild use of adult language, violence, gore, and other graphic notation at some point. Reader discretion is therefore advised. ★ Battling the dark is not for the faint of heart! ★★★ The sound of thunder suddenly rented the air from across the cosmic dimensional world of energy—the Speedrealm—the world that exists beyond both time and space. The sound grew louder by every second, making the walls of the Speedrealm tremble until a dark ghastly figure appeared from within the depths of the
H E R B R E A T H I N G W A S relaxed and focused as she cut through the air, dashing past cars and people while leaving a streak of green and blue lightning trailing behind her. She glanced at the digital timer on her wrist which had the initials, C•L on it and watched the digits go up from two hundred miles an hour and almost to six hundred. She was in a green sweater and sweatpants of the same color when she then noticed a young girl crossing the road while on a skateboard, oblivious of the impending doom as a bus was headed straight for her. For the girl, it all happened so fast before realizing that she was already on the other side of the road but just in time to see the familiar green blur zoom past and disappear down the road. It was Natasha, who finally ended her mor
B A R E L Y A W E E K into Senior year, Natasha and Cassie were just walking into North Atlanta High and Natasha laughed at something her best friend had said. Something to do with her desk mate, Henry. The school bus stopped at the entrance and this time, Daniel was first to alight, making sure that his shoelaces were tied correctly. Big bully Ben was just catching up to him outside the bus, ready to grab him by his bag when the sound of a smooth running engine suddenly filled the vicinity. The whole of North Atlanta High, including Nat and Cassie, had to stop and marvel at the motor bike that rolled into the school before stopping in front of the bus. "Who is that?" gasped Cassie, mesmerized. They watched the ride
S H E S E T F O O T at the precinct just as two police officers dressed in black attire - black button-down shirts and black pants with utility belts wound around them from where she spotted the guns set in their holsters; Glocks. The girl had come to know more than enough about guns, among other things. Another officer, a woman, was standing near the entrance and appeared to be busy talking into her walkie-talkie that stretched from her shoulder to her mouth by a coiled flexible piece of cord. Turning from the walkie-talkie cop, she stretched a hand over her shoulder and reached for the zipper of her bag pack. She slid it down before immersing her hand inside and taking out a white thin sheet of paper. APD INTERNSHIP APPROVAL NOTE D
“B E T T E R S T A R T P A Y I N G up!” yelled Dr. Carter Hall to his counterpart, Dr.Katherine Patterson. “Oh, it’s not over, yet!” Katie snapped back. They were watching a large screen which displayed two beeping signals on what appeared to be a detailed 3-D scale of Atlanta City. The signals were represented by colors where one was pink while the other one was green. “You’re doing brilliant, Natasha. You can do it!” Katie said over the mic attached to a computer, sending her signal all the way to the teenage girl speedster who was at that moment hurtling through Atlanta. It was a race between Natasha and Carol as another part of the training they had been doing for Natasha the past six months since she unlocked her powers.
T H E W E E K E N D; J U S T the best thing that could ever happen in a person's life after pondering through an entirety of five full days—five whole days, eight hours a day and filled with torture or as a certain Puerto Rican boy from the Vega Family would put it; the worst days of your life! Marcus Vega was just emerging from the kitchen counter wearing a white t-shirt with a watercolor sketch of Darth Vader in sunglasses with the words “Force Be Drippin” just below it, when his sister quickly brushed past him, making him almost drop the glass of mango juice in his hand. "Hey, watch it!" he cried out, "What's up with you?" Carmen ignored him as she went on to fish out a bottle of mineral water from the refrigerator. "Where the hell are you going on a S
I N O N E O F the city’s largest and most lavish of private residences, came the sound of a whistling tea kettle from the kitchen that had hot wisps of steam trailing into the air after which a fairly tall middle-aged woman appeared, wearing a white dress and an apron of the same color. Her dark hair was folded back into a perm and had tiny streaks of white aligned from both sides of her temples. It was the Sinclair Manor, ranked number three of the top ten biggest manors in Atlanta, thanks to its exquisite appearance as a modernized castle with its six tall peaking towers, all of which were coated white, surrounded with a large lawn almost three-quarters the size of a football field. Back in the kitchen, the woman had taken the kettle from the electric stove and went on to pour it into a tall cream china cup that had tiny multi-colored flower petals designed all around it. She clearly