On The Road Novel Novels & Stories

*** I drove really fast like I was ready to commit suicide or a murder. The road to the ridge was empty, wet with rain, and I took it at eighty. Roseline didn’t get it. I didn’t want the throne, a promise I'd made after dad had me thrown to dens of rogues at ten. Thrones got people killed. Pushing back the memories behind me, I'd focused on the road, just go to a bar and crash out. However, the headlights caught it first. A black sedan off the road, one tire shredded, smoke pouring from the hood.

Out in the open world, things were going smoothly for Eallric as he drove through the familiar highways (like Coalrior) which just like before, were filled with people, but this time around, all defunct. Eallric cringed everytime his novel Peugeot 404 ran over a body as it affected the car's balance or worse, caused the bones it ran over to crush into powder - or something like that. But still, he couldn't stop for a moment to check out anything and so he drove on.

*Rob* After years in the military, I consider myself comfortable with GPS and getting around in new places. But following the GPS directions to the Hammond farm, even coming from a place as small as the college community around St. Mary’s, I feel like I’m navigating every rat run and Bob’s Road in the county. In the stretch of about a mile, I’m certain I’ve passed the entirety of the town. The endless acres of snow-dusted fields along either side of this graveled road I’m driving are starting to make me worried I’ve missed it when suddenly a building drifts out of the gloom up ahead and to my left.

V. Sitting in the back of Alpha Jackson's big SUV I had my eyes closed. Not asleep, just resting. The Alpha, Luna, and three boys were sending me to the airport. Our pack being as big as it was, had it's own airport. It was just a small one. We used it only when we needed to. If we wanted to go to Seattle for the day we just drove. But if we needed to catch a flight at Sea-Tac this was the best way to get there. Also if someone out of town was coming in to visit we used our plane to bring them here. But mostly we drove to where we needed to go when we weren't in a rush. "I wonder if Venus has settled on her plane yet?" Luna Alice asked.

After a pit stop at the store, they were finally off – for real. Bruce ruled the road tonight and God help whoever got in his way. That’s right, Bruce, Trevor thought proudly. We’ll get there early at this rate. They crossed the bridge on a road marked US-1. They entered a town that was dark as shit and looked abandoned. “I know it’s late and this is a small town, but shouldn’t there be streetlights lit at least?” Christopher asked.

"You know what they say about the best-laid plans." "Exactly," I agreed. "I was in Georgia, right on schedule, when my navigation app told me that there was road work ahead and offered an alternate route. I took it, but somewhere along the way, I missed a turn or an exit or something, and the next thing I knew, I was on this back road in the middle of nowhere. And that's where my car decided to stop running." "Oh, shit." Noah winced. "And you were by yourself?"

I asked him suspiciously. He gulped and said in a raspy tired voice “His men discovered another route just outside of Snow. It’s a very steep mountain road between Alcan and Snow. They’re never going to pass through your town. But it’s a very dangerous territory. They have been practicing the route for two days now and one of the cars even flipped over the mountain killing its passenger on impact. But he doesn’t want to wait any longer. He’s afraid your people might discover what he’s on to and stop him. That’s why he sent his best men to do the job”

The Road That Led Only One Way Daniel remained by the window for several long seconds after speaking, his hand still holding the edge of the curtain as though letting it fall would somehow make the sight outside less real, while the low growl of engines continued rolling through the forest with increasing intensity until it became impossible to distinguish one vehicle from another because the entire mountain road had transformed into an unbroken procession of headlights weaving between the snow-covered trees, advancing with the quiet confidence of people who knew exactly where they were going and fully expected to find what they had come for.

​The text broke into the paper with a brutal, deep-set violence, the heavy steel hammers engraving our survival straight into the spine of the capital's own transit corridor. ​THE EIGHTH PLOT — THE HIGHWAY BREACH, I typed, my breath coming in short, ragged gasps as the flashing blue lights of the interceptors began to stain the wooden sideboards of the truck in a violent, rhythmic violet. They built their roads to drain the provinces, but the asphalt is now carrying the flood. The seventh press is on the market stalls, and the eighth is writing itself at sixty miles an hour. You cannot check the cargo when the road itself has gone rogue.

I pulled out. I took the east road out of Millhaven, not the main road, the east road that ran behind the industrial area and came out three miles from town without passing through any point where a car could easily follow without being seen. I had driven it twice before. Practice, I had told myself at the time. Just knowing the area. I had known, somewhere underneath the ordinary life I had built, that I was always going to need the back roads eventually. “Mum.” Lyra’s voice from the back seat. Smaller now. The argument energy gone. “Are we in trouble?”