Supernatural Truck Route 666 Novels & Stories

It was nice to see that when he was Alpha, he had his pack's best interest at heart. "She's gone straight now, I've heard," Brett told us. "She came into some money and bought a semi truck. Now she does cross country trucking." Will, Sarah, and I went downstairs to ready the infirmary for a human. We had supplies, so we took a gurney upstairs to transport the girl on. It was equipped with oxygen and a defibrillator in case we needed it. We were prepared for whatever emergency was coming our way. Anthony contacted Joel when he saw a semi pass. Evidently Dia was driving a her truck to drop June off. We all wondered how much 'stuff' June had in the back of the semi.

I was pissed at his question, wondering if he was thinking I was sick because of my low interests I'm conversing with anyone. "Do I look sick to you?... I beg to take my leave" I retorted as I walked out of the house and got into my car, I drove out of the castle, heading straight to my father's house, just as I made my u turn, I was shocked when Two heavy trucks were riding behind me, I got to the middle of the road so they could have the chance to drive past me but they didn't. I was just getting suspicious of these movements, I was shocked when I stopped and parked at the side of the road, the truck at the left stopped but the one on my lane, continued. "Hey miss get out of the car," I qu

But the undercurrent of their apprehension remained, a silent specter in the cab of the truck as they sped towards the unknown. Just as they crossed into their home state, a large shadow loomed in the road ahead. Jeremy hit the brakes, and the truck skidded to a halt just in time. They squinted through the windshield, their hearts pounding, as a massive elk stood defiantly in their path, its antlers gleaming under the moonlight. The creature stared back at them, its eyes shining with an almost human-like understanding before it slowly turned and disappeared into the darkness.

The engine purred. “Sounds good,” Morozko said, relaxing in the driver's seat. He popped open the glovebox and withdrew the perpetual supply of cash that was stashed there, tucking some into his pocket. The car thundered through the wooded suburbs, past strip malls and parks, and wound up on Interstate 66. The road was heavy with traffic, and the red Firebird stood out like a sore thumb.

Much to Callie’s relief, her friends followed her advice and stayed on the Blood Road. They didn’t run into more lost souls or demons as they continued on their journey. Their only concern were the ravens that followed them, circling above like an omen. Callie kept Lucifer’s Grace in hand lest one of the birds swooped down and tried to peck at them.

Martin asked. Nick nodded. “It’s worth a try. Werewolves are nasty beasts.” Martin snickered. “Like vampires are better?” “They aren’t as strong and smelly,” Nick pointed out. Martin nodded as started walking toward the auto rental office. ‘True, but both can kill us.” According to their calculations, they needed to go east for a few blocks and then south until they reached the dirt road that led to the crossover into the supernatural realm. Nick hopped behind the wheel of the SUV they managed to secure while Martin crouched in the back, making things ready for when they retrieved Vanessa.

"Just me. And a new beginning." Two hours later, the truck pulled up to the bustling concrete terminal of the city transit hub. The air here was loud, dirty, and thoroughly human. Neon signs flashed from diner windows, horns honked in the congested traffic, and hundreds of people hurried past, entirely oblivious to the supernatural wars being fought just fifty miles away. Evelyn thanked the driver, slipping him a fifty-dollar bill from her small stash of cash despite his protests. She walked into the terminal, the bright fluorescent lights reflecting off the linoleum floors.

Please come home before he does something we can't undo. The Locator Rite. Blood magic that would trace my location no matter where I hid. It required the Alpha's blood and the consent of two other pack members, which meant my father was pulling in favors, building consensus for tracking down his rebellious daughter. I heard a roar of engine screaming at a pitch that didn't sound right. Then light, blinding and wrong, headlights that carved through the fog at an angle that defied physics. The truck came around the corner doing at least sixty, out of control, skidding sideways on the wet pavement. I stood frozen, my brain unable to process what I was seeing, unable to make my legs move.

Silence fell between them—heavy, suffocating. They both knew how bad things could get… if their suspicions turned out to be true. Mr. Harthwore wouldn’t need to lift a finger. His son, Joshua, was more than capable—perhaps even worse. If it came to that, he would make sure the driver from that night was found and punished. “The truck has been involved in multiple incidents,” Adrian said finally. “From the records, most could pass as accidents… but not all.” He leaned forward slightly. “What happened last night? That didn’t feel random.”

“Signal Ghost. Tell him to use the Pennsylvania decoy route. Make it look like an ambush.” Zayn types quickly. “Done.” The team we hired is ex-military—mercenaries with no allegiance beyond money. I don’t trust easily, but Ghost’s crew are ghosts for a reason. No trails. No names. No mess. As the second feed flickers online, we watch headlights appear in a secluded part of the Appalachian highway. Two semi-trucks, loaded with Dante’s merchandise. A black SUV intercepts them. Tires screech. Men shout.