Supernatural Truck Route 666 Novels & Stories

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…”

“And so will his accomplices. Now, have a safe trip, we will see you when you arrive at the Supernatural Council.” The witches glamor the trucks, and they rumble off the pack lands. The world falls into a deafening silence as the sound of the trucks fades away in the distance. A special prison bus has arrived, and two witches bring a bound Edwin Teller out of the house before locking it up. All of the campsite, the tents, the bonfires, and the makeshift lavatories have been cleared out. Although there are signs of civilizations still, it mostly looks like the forest had not been tampered with.

"What did you see?" "The Future." "What Future?" They chorused. "Our Future, The Entire Supernatural was wiped out of existence." Devina said. "Who did it Sambora Canto?" Elsa asked. "No." Devina paused and turned slowly. "Lucifer." She whispered. A Black Sedan stopped in front of Devina's house and she alighted with Tara and Maggie. "I guess I'll say hi to your mom." Maggie said closing the door of the vehicle. "You're always welcome Maggie." Tara said and they marched into the building.

Like Paul and I, she clung to the truck’s sides for safety. “It’s fine! Don’t worry so much!” Stan shouted back. Jinx. Stan just jinxed us by casually dismissing the hazard of traveling on this show covered road distracted. It happened too fast, but I’m sure Stan was still distracted by Shannon and Sullivan getting hot and heavy because he hit a deer and lost control of the truck. I just remember screams. I was screaming. Everyone was screaming as the truck went off the road, rolling over the edge and sliding down the edge of the mountain road until it slammed with a sickening crunch of metal into a tree.

I forced it out anyway. “We had to make a detour, Father,” I said, keeping my voice even, forcing the words to come slow and deliberate. “The SUV started misfiring after we left Ironclaw territory. Rough idle, stuttering acceleration. I didn’t want to risk breaking down on the main route with Kira bleeding in the back seat. There’s a gas station just off the line, neutral ground. We pulled in, popped the hood, checked the fuel filter. Took maybe ten minutes. Then we got back on the road. That’s when the truck hit us.” Dominic’s eyes never left mine.

he spits, planting his feet as the night terror demon swooped around in the darkness, readying itself for another attack. At the same time, Faith fumbled for the keys at the Hilux’s door, she then finds the key and opens it. She quickly jumped in and slammed the door shut as the night terror swooped above. Faith nervously fumbled the keys in her hand and tried to start up the 80s Hilux truck. “Come on, start, you piece of—” Once, twice—the engine coughs—then roars alive. Headlights blaze through the rain. The demon laughs—at Scott, at effort, at the smallness of towns. It drops lower, skimming close enough that the heat of it prickles his face.

Tracking Travis ended up being less difficult than they would have imagined. It turned out he was a straightforward sort of a Vampire. He basically seemed to stick to Highway 89 as he approached the Crazies and there were plenty of accounts of seeing a suspicious character, as well as the body of one elderly drifter that never made the evening news.

"Safe Harbor is about twenty minutes from here. Nathaniel, call your contact and let them know we're coming." As they drove through city streets now bathed in golden hour light, Casie caught glimpses of a world she'd spent ten years trying to ignore—a witch disguised as a street vendor selling charms alongside hot pretzels, a pair of vampires conducting business outside a blood bank, a shifter in partial transformation darting down an alley. The supernatural community had always existed alongside the human one, hidden in plain sight. "I'm seeing them now," Rick murmured, his gaze following the same supernatural indicators Casie had noticed. "It's like someone adjusted the contrast on the wor

Someone finally couldn't handle the sight anymore and stumbled aside to throw up, while another broke into panicked, helpless sobs. My hands trembled slightly, and my face was deathly pale. I was one of the calmer ones, but there was no denying that I was just a high school student. It all started yesterday, during our class trip. The bus plunged over a cliff, and we woke up to find ourselves here. A system appeared before us. It told us we were dead and that clearing this game, The Tyrant's Atonement, was our only way back. It was a game where we could choose our roles.

He’s evidently been using his keen hearing to follow the conversation. “Fewer people likely means fewer hunters as well,” he says. Dad folds up the map. “It’s settled then. We’ll stay on the 1.” We’ve still got more than an hour of daylight left, so we start walking along the highway. Buildings become fewer and farther between as we leave Castroville behind us, so when we come to a gas station with a small market attached, Dad decides to stop for the night. There’s a mangled UPS truck in front of the store. The dark brown metal body of the truck is twisted and nearly torn in half—I’m pretty sure the damage was done by the appearance of an Anomaly. Radar studies the truck for a moment and the