Supernatural Truck Route 666 นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I was making a delivery to a rural village when a mob of villagers suddenly swarmed my truck. They surrounded the vehicle, pried open the cargo hold, and started looting everything inside. “We hit the jackpot this time! A whole truckload of flour! This is enough to feed everyone for ages! Grab it!” The cargo door was forced open, and white sacks spilled all over the ground. The villagers went insane, snatching my cargo like starving wolves. They divided it up without the slightest hesitation. I was pinned to the ground, my mouth clamped shut by someone’s hand. All I could do was watch as they stripped the truck clean. But what I was transporting wasn’t flour at all. It was a highly r

“He’s trying to corner me. Force me into becoming exactly what he wants.” Saint nodded slowly. “He wants you to cross a line you can’t come back from.” Vex finally spoke. “Where would he take Luca?” Saint didn’t hesitate. “The old refinery off Highway Nine. Serpent territory. Shadow Order safehouse.” Of course it was. Bishop never reused locations—but he loved symbolism. Oil, fire, rust. Places where things burnt slowly. The thing inside me purred. I clenched my fist until blood beaded in my palm.

Charlie The Void Stone doesn't hum. It screams. It is a silent, psychic shriek that vibrates in the marrow of my bones, a frequency designed to unmake us. I sit in the passenger seat of the hijacked transport truck, my knees pulled up to my chest, fighting the urge to vomit. "Easy," Kaleb grunts. He’s wrestling the wheel like it’s a living thing trying to kill us. The truck is massive, armored, and top-heavy, and we’re driving it up a logging trail that hasn't seen a vehicle since the nineties.

So with him bleeding unconscious but alive on the driveway, I finished getting into the truck and hot wiring it. I kept the headlights off until I got further away from the neighborhood and got back on the road. Sonora, here I come. May my luck turn around in your borders.

Mikhail The back of the holding truck grumbles across the road, shifting and swaying at a nearly hypnotic pace. The Council uses the trucks to transport Council offenders. Sitting across from me on one of the benches is Gadriel. Corbin is driving the vehicle, and Lukan is sitting next to me. I resist the urge to strike out when I see the self-satisfied smirk on Lukan’s face. The bastard is finally getting what he has always wanted─ to get rid of me.

No one had the spare time to deal with hordes of supernatural beings that were always ready to make trouble and capable of inflicting terrible damage if fought. Eden and Balan walked along the Butterfly Fairy Road beside the Nanye River. On the paving stones engraved with magical symbols were a layer of shimmering fairy dust. Here and there were bushes of Fairy Bush - the ugly weed in the eyes of people in Blind Gathering - shining like small lanterns that gave directions for pedestrians.

The logging industry took a nasty downturn in the ’90s and many towns suffered the consequences. The highway itself was a curiosity. Among the hills and valleys, ghostly figures floated on the shoulder of the lonely stretch of road. Their incorporeal bodies mimicked their death state. The visceral display added a heaviness to the interior. The engine revved into high gear and Nerea sped up. Plume gripped the handle on the roof. His knuckles were white, “Why did you have to take Highway Sixteen?” The Seelie spent much of the trip tense and terrified of the death trap he rode in.

Before the still bewildered driver could protest, the selfless stranger already started walking away… and the driver swore on his dead mother's grave that what happened next is damned legit… The “superhero” apparently disappeared! As soon as he was about two to three meters away and was already under a street lamp's bright light when poof! One second he was walking, and the next, he was gone. George is convinced that the guy in the leather jacket was an angel. If it was true, then it proves that it’s not just evil spirits, ghosts, or goblins that roam about on the night of Halloween. Somehow, that is a nice and reassuring thought.

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.

He relented, his kiss fierce and worried, but the bond pulsed with his trust. The drive out was tense, the highway snaking through mist-shrouded hills, our vehicles humming in formation. I rode in the middle SUV with Lisa at the wheel, her focus sharp on the road ahead. We chatted lightly—about favorite hunts, silly pack superstitions—to ease the nerves, but my senses were on high alert, scanning for rogue scents. As we crested a hill, descending into a sharp curve, disaster struck. A massive truck—unmarked, barreling from a side road—swerved into our path like a battering ram. Brakes screeched, but it was too late; the lead SUV swerved, clipping the guardrail, and ours fishtailed wildly tow