Supernatural 1967 Impala Novels & Stories

Chapter 26: Next Step Traeger It doesn’t take long to get to the Institute. We park a few miles down, making sure we’re not spotted. A few miles ago, we turned off all the lights in our vehicles and drove in the dark. One of the upsides of being Supernatural is that we have excellent night vision. There are still Lycans out looking for me. Unfortunately for the doctors, the Lycans are not reporting that they’ve seen us. They still assume that my men are under the control of the receptors.

“How do you know that?” Rowan shrugs. “I’ve stumbled upon a few other supernaturals over the past year. A lot of them are surprisingly chatty. Especially after they figure out that I’m a vampire.” He shrugs his bony shoulders. “There’s this angel that works at the blood bank that gives me blood bags when he can. He’s pretty cool. Said that I reminded him of his kid. He even gave me a book on supernaturals.” He says as he rifles through a nearby bag and produces the book. “Here.” He tosses it to me before he turns back and begins to unfold blankets across the mattress. “I’m tired, man. You can stay if you want. Just don’t try anything funny.”

A shiver ran up my spine and I turned and ran down the hall, the main staircase and out the front door. The car parked in front was a powder blue, 1967 Shelby, GT500 Super Snake, white leather interior, I jumped inside and revved the engine and sped away from the castle, a gate came into view, and I stopped. A thin, tall, very pale man walked out in front of the car and opened the gate, and I sped through, not wanting to be anywhere near these vampires during the night. My skin crawled as his eyes flashed red at me and I mustered a smile as I stepped on the gas. I drove down to the end of the road and stopped, I had 2 choices right or left, I had no idea where I was and no cell phone to u

Of course, I wasn't letting them into my hell of a ride back there. "This might sound very inappropriate. But I'm sure you must have heard about the war. Supernatural species going up again the other. Just last night, the Lycans attacked the werewolves. If there is a supernatural world war, we would be vulnerable and an easy pick. We would easily be made into slaves." "I'm sure you have a plan already... Dad." This was gradually going down to it might not be good for you but it's what's best for the pack.

Zac yelled, immediately slamming his foot onto the gas, gunning the engine so hard the tires squealed, sending a shower of pebbles behind us as he quickly and expertly cut the wheel toward the truck stop exit. The rogue vamp snarled and stepped in front of the car, running directly in front of us. Zac tried to go around him, but the vamp ran toward us, head on. Without thinking, I stretched across Zac, leaning out his driver's window, as he maneuvered the car around me. "What the hell?" Zac asked, but still kept driving as I stretched across him and unloaded my clip into the rogue vamp out his window. The vamp fell to the ground. "Don't stop, Zac!" I yelled at him as I reloaded.

Dave and Ella were together while Eddie, Susannah and Carson were in another location, "Ellah!!!!" Carson called out but got no response. "Let's go find them," Susannah said standing from the ground when another fireball hit them again, making Eddie and Susannah lose consciousness. Carson changed into a wolf instantly getting ready for the fireballs, standing firm, the fireballs appeared from nowhere but Carson was faster this time and punched the fireballs with his claws making the fireballs crash to a nearby rock. The fireballs raised again, merged and started changing into a huge beast.

mom told me it was a given to us but she never really went into details because I was a child, I should have asked her further “ I pulled her into me again. “ but this? I got it once when Tristan tried to bond with me during the blood moon night , lightning struck and when I woke up I had this” “ Do you know who these supernaturals are? “ I asked, stroking her head gently. “ Leaders, made to rule the wolf's age, but their main leaders were killed so then they ended up stranded because there's a connection that binds us together and without the leaders it can't happen “ She didn't need to talk, I knew who they were. “ Yet I killed them, I don't know how but I killed my parents and I only ha

"Hey Chief-- I just got word the suspect's car was seen parked at 1201 Old Leesburg Highway." Bonnie Jane said, knowing Jimmy was heading home and most likely would want to check it out. James’s ‘Jimmy’ Verspea pulled the cherry red 1969 Ford Shelby Mustang over and looked out across the field. He couldn’t recall the last time he saw it green this time of the year. "Dispatch," he rubbed his temple, deciding if he really wanted to take the call or go home. "BJ,” he replied. Though her name was Bonnie Jane, he liked calling her by her office nickname. “Tell Joshua I'll handle the call, I'm already there."

“This is beyond your hands, sweetheart.” I shut up. In a blur we were out of the house. It was even more horrific in daylight. Damien's truck had plowed into the driveway. I lay down on the back seat, woozy. The graveyard wailed and cursed us, and he cursed back, shooting the heads off the statues. The bartender wore chains of bullets under his leather jacket, burly arms moving like lightning as he drove with his knees and reloaded. The four-wheel drive plowed through skeletons, wheels studded with chains. A white and red wolf flanked us. He spoke to them in a bestial tongue. The werewolves chased Pallor away then doubled back, shifting to humans. “Tina,” Damien said lowly. He tos

“Conlan Frasier at your service, my angel.” I wrap my hand around his and smile when he kisses my hand. That’s when I notice the mark. Supernatural beings are usually identified in several ways. Demons, werewolves, vampires, and other underworld creatures usually have a tattoo of some kind. Angels do not. I mean, we can have tattoos, but we’re not born with them, and they certainly don’t look like they can come out of your body.