1967 Supernatural Impala Novels & Stories

Some things were as they remembered, yet other areas unrecognizable. “Check out all these old cars in great shape,” said Jacob, “Even mint condition! Is there a classic car show here or something, or did we just drive onto a movie set? A 1959 Chevy Impala with the bent fins! A 1960 Dodge! They had Push-Button transmissions! What is going on here? They’re all old cars, every one of them!”

And nothing can replace that. Mikhail drives Zoe and me back to my temporary house, leaving Nevaeh behind to bond with Mathias. I’m sure Mathias is regretting that one. Nevaeh was in one of her conversational modes, and boy can that woman blather. Zoe nearly chokes when she sees the new vehicle sitting in my driveway. I smile when I see my black and silver 1969 Hemi Cuda. I had asked Kell to work on it several months ago for a bit of sprucing up. Samael had given it to me as a present before he left. However, it was not in the condition that it is in now. When Samael handed it to me, the vehicle had been abused by its previous owner. The body was rusted, and the upholstery was dry and cracke

Fists tight, I nearly crawl out of my skin when the sound of a loud horn and the roaring of a car’s engine reaches my ears. Looking back at the approaching headlights, I almost faint when I see who it is. As if I conjured him up from my obsessive musings, Rowan Cross shows up in his candy apple red, 1973 Ford Mustang. Don’t be impressed by my car knowledge; I looked it up online after he changed my car tire a couple of months ago. I guess I’m doomed to always run into him when my car breaks down. People should write a country song about me. Something about a stupid girl, with a broken-down car and a faulty phone: it’ll be a hit.

she purrs. I have to agree that my car certainly is sexy. It’s my pride and joy. A cherry red 1967 Chevrolet Impala. It was my grandpa’s, and grams had it sitting in the garage covered up since he passed away. With some cleaning, I had that thing purring in a few days. Laken is getting up, and I don’t know if her red cheeks are from embarrassment or anger, but I’m pretty sure she was tripped intentionally, and I’m pretty sure the culprit is standing right in front of me.

Solus smiles and flashes the comm chip, he knows exactly what it meant. “Shit, Shit, SHIT!” he exclaims, “Hey calm down big boy, we gotta head to the car before I tell you the rest” … The car was really Leyland’s but at this point it was the duo’s go to ride. It was a restored and respecced Silver Chevrolet Impala. The design was some three hundred years old, but it never lacked its cosmetic appeal. But one of the reasons why the two preferred the rectangular shape of an old Impala was because you could easily fit it with hidden compartments. Guns, ammo, drone sets and of course a hybrid engine that ran on electricity and biofuel. The biofuel engine charged the electric one which gave the Im

I added, "you're into law enforcement." "Oh?" Rick said, rolling his eyes. "Doing what?" Rick knew I was talking about his cover. "Don't know. You tell me," I said, spotting exactly what I wanted as Annie ran her hand along a red Camaro, probably thinking of buying one, too. "This is it!" I said, crossing to a black 45th Anniversary Edition Camaro. I knew it was modeled after the 1967 edition. I'd know it anywhere. It was a very good year for cars. "There's nothing like the classics."

She even learned how to hot-wire cars from them. She took the time to switch out license plates with the car parked behind her, a late model, navy blue Mercedes Benz AMG S73. She didn't even bother with the sucker. It required a thumbprint to start the ignition. But it had Kansas plates, so she took those and gave them the Impala's Illinois plates with the expired tags. Haha. She wiped her hands in her jeans and put the screw driver back into the glove compartment. When she started the Impala, it purred like a dream. Somebody loved this baby. Well, they shouldn't have parked it on a dodgy street.