Supernatural Truck Route 666 Novels & Stories

The road was mostly straight once we’d got away from the high school, and I needed a moment to relax against Skye, to feel his heat radiating against my back. There was a burgeoning hope in my chest, too, that perhaps the sign in the back of my truck wasn’t as malicious as it had initially seemed. Perhaps Herb, or Rosie, or Eliza, even, had put another signalling spell on one of us, and the odds were – in the eyes of the universe – stacked against us. Then Rowan screamed. “Ellis – look out!”

"And then what? We can't give them the phone. It's the only evidence we have." "We also can't let them kill your cousin." They're speeding through the forest when Sera's wolf senses something wrong. A heartbeat before it happens, she screams: "Dante, stop!" He slams the brakes. The truck skids to a halt inches from a wire stretched across the road—trip wire, nearly invisible in the fading light. "Trap," Dante breathes. The trees around them explode with movement. Wolves—six, seven, eight of them—pour onto the road, surrounding the truck.

“Hang on. I see lights on the road, so that should be them.” The lights came closer and pulled into the driveway behind them. As soon as the truck stopped, the creature ran up the patrol car windshield, slid down the back window, and jumped off the trunk, disappearing into the dark. For a brief moment, they lost track of where it was until they saw it land on the truck behind them. “You have told your people what this thing is like, haven’t you? If you haven’t, this could wind up looking like the three stooges,” Big Bob said as he watched in the rearview mirror.

The truck at the Knight family villa surprised Derek. There was nothing wrong with it per se. It appeared absolutely normal with its unmarked red cart and large black wheels. What roused his suspicion was the fact that it was parked at the mansion's private driveway. Not many outsiders knew of the hidden road, as it connected to a secluded part of the house. The tale was that the alpha's grandfather had built it in case the family ever needed to escape their home. And what was worse, the truck was being controlled by humans.

“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.

"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