Novel & Cerita Supernatural Truck Route 666

Chapter forty five / barriers Darling Kate’s pov The journey into the human dead zones took nearly twelve hours of driving through desolate, abandoned backroads where the presence of the supernatural world completely faded into nothingness. By the time the truck finally groaned to a halt, the sun had dipped below the horizon, burying the landscape in a thick, protective blanket of night.

He looked at one of the guys. "Miguel, give him the plate number for the truck," William instructed him. "When I saw her running and a truck pulled on the shoulder, I had my pack check out the truck. It was a 2009 Ford F-150 super cab and," he looked at the image on Miguel's phone. "It had a Tennessee tag." He showed it to Aaron.

I was with them for two years and remember the routes they took and how they took each child. I explain how they would take the young supernaturals by covering them with a blanket that hid their scent. They would stalk them for days, and would enter their packs under black magic. They would even seek out children who seem to be lonely. They changed to that after they took me. Once they have them, the young supers got drugged, and put them in a cage at the back of the cave.

Just in case any of Silas' men was out there in disguise, they won't be spotted in the major roads. Damian, Freya and Scarlett set off to town. Damian drove the car. Scarlett smartly sat in the passenger seat. Halfway into their drive, a truck appeared from nowhere behind them. “I didn't think trucks like this still exist in this pack,” Freya said, glancing at her side mirror. The truck had teeth made of irons sticking out from the front of the car. Damian chuckled. “Probably used for farming or stuff.” “Guys…this is weird,” alerted Scarlett looking through the back of the car. “Why’s the car following us? It's coming faster now…”

He’s in constant link with his pack, they would know about survivors, and I’m guessing the fact they’re chasing down the vampires who ran, and no one but Colton is shepherding one of us away, means they already checked. He shakes his head, unable to look at me and I catch his furrowed brow and the gleam of moisture glazing his eyes in the mirror over his head. He ups a gear, pushing the truck to dangerous speeds as we head out of the valley and up onto the main road that takes us around the perimeter and out to the south.

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

" Before Stephen could say anything, Darren stepped on the accelerator. The truck rolled past the frightened survivors and entered the farm. **** The truck continued deeper into the farm. The smell became worse with every meter they traveled. Rotting animal carcasses littered the area. Dead pigs. Dead cows. Dead chickens. Dead sheep. The remains of both animals and humans could be seen scattered across the property. Many were already far into decomposition. Flies swarmed everywhere. The air itself felt toxic. Even Darren, who had experienced countless horrors during the apocalypse, struggled to tolerate it. Then.... Movement. Several monsters suddenly emerged from both sides of the road. The

“Don't try to play tricks on my senses, female.” “I am not telling a lie!” I snap, my eyes growing wide as I look through the dark glass. “It is a massive black truck with the pack marker ZQ6668 stamped right on the iron plate.” Kaelen goes completely still, then twists his thick neck around to look through the rear glass. Sure enough, a giant black pack vehicle is idling right behind us in the dark woods. The hot, romantic air inside our front seat drops down to freezing in a single second, and Kaelen’s jaw sets into a hard line.

Sebastian and I held a Tyron between us as we hastened out of the pack. “ where do we go?” I asked Sebastian who looked confused. “ If we go towards the Eziele pack, Tristan might follow us because he obviously knows that’s where we’re escaping to” “ Let’s go to the supernaturals”I said, already trying to mind-link anyone available. I remembered the path I’d taken when I left Jolt’s pack so I led the way and halfway, Sebastian had to shift and carry both Tyron and I when we could smell rogues or any wolves coming closer.

I nod at the scout, extending my arm to the chair silently asking him to sit. “Alpha. Beta.” He nods towards each of us, before facing back towards me. “We found the truck.” I sit up straighter and notice Tristan shifts focusing his eyes tightly on the scout. “Where?” He asked through clenched teeth. “8 hours north of here. I found it outside a bar called the Dark Wolf. I scouted the inside but never saw the Luna, but of course, if she changed her appearance I wouldn’t know for sure. I smelled a few wolves inside the bar, but none of them we women. The truck was in the employee parking area, so she maybe working there. The plates were different; they were from Minnesota so either she