Novel & Cerita Supernatural Truck Route 666

As she considered her appearance, she wondered if anyone would stop with her looking such a fright. She didn’t know how long she waited out there, but finally someone came along in an extremely large truck – an eighteen-wheeler. The driver was hauling a trailer that said, Getter Done Trucking, on the side. The truck was obnoxiously loud as the driver put it in park. She would have stood, but she just didn’t have the strength.

Herofus murmured in a small voice and Belle nodded to support his argument. I emitted a deep sigh before glancing at the other truck following us through the mirror at my side. Sovine and Grande lead the first vehicle while we're in the second in a row. Cerulean decided to stick himself to the third truck, checking everything intact. The road wasn't peaceful because the sound attracted the undead. Even if I killed a lot of them, I'm still not used to watching them gather around for a feast. Yet, Sovine's truck abruptly stopped that made Lieutenant William strongly step on the break.

“The islands are less creepy than this stretch of road,” Quill mutters, moving closer to me. “I keep expecting some ghost girl to show up.” “You’re a werewolf, Quill.” Beth rolls her eyes. “I’m sure you can take on a ghost.” “Are you kidding me?” Quill huddles closer to me. “I’m terrified of ghosts. The piece of land I lived on with my dad connected to this road with open fields on both sides. Do you know the number of accidents that happen yearly simply because of ghosts?”

I’ve been on the road with Kanati and Kamama for the past six months—first trying to find where the Riding Hoods were keeping the supernaturals they’d kidnapped, and then trying to track down where those same supernaturals scattered after escaping. Let me back up. Give you the whole story.

she frowned at him. “No more bad dreams,” Cameron muttered from the front seat and then shivered, shaking it off. “Did it work?” He asked her over his shoulder. Her tongue stuck to the roof of her mouth as her stomach churned uneasily. “A little too well perhaps,” she murmured in reply. “That’s good,” Cameron turned back to the front as they drove out of the tunnel. “Wow, look at that!” He exclaimed pointing at a billboard with a wolf within a red circle and “All Supernaturals Must Register” written next to it. “Someone doesn’t like the billboard.”

Sophia said still crying again. And her tears made Megan feel more guilty, and she'd wish she knew where the truck was going. Actually the trunk was heading back to Russia and to the clan that belongs to Axton. The drivers were sent by Axton to go to Australia for a criminal business. And the cartons Megan was trying to check contained cocaines.

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.

" The guards misinterpreted his command, so they dragged me by my feet and threw me outside the entrance to the pack's territory. I lay in the snow, watching the laughter and joy of the celebrations around the distant bonfire. I watched Kayden hold Vera and receive the blessings of the pack. My consciousness began to fade. That was when a black SUV stopped in front of me. A group of humans in protective gear jumped out. They were from the Supernatural Sanctuary, specializing in conflicts between humans and werewolves. "Target confirmed. Vital signs are weak. Signs of a miscarriage." "Hurry, get her in the vehicle! There's still time!"

The heavy blast doors of the garage ground open, letting in a swirl of blinding white snow. Ashren punched the accelerator, and we shot out into the dark. … The Ghost Road wasn't on any official map. It was an old smuggler's route that bypassed the main highways, cutting through the jagged, frozen ravines of the deep tundra. For the first six hours, the silence in the rover's cabin was absolute, save for the hum of the engine and the howling wind outside. I sat in the passenger seat, my arms wrapped tightly around myself. The rover’s heater was blasting at maximum capacity, making Valen sweat in the backseat. But my breath was still pluming in the air like white smoke.

I was near the bottom of my magical and energy reservoir, and I prayed I wouldn’t black out. My brain already felt the strain, and lead dragged at my every muscle. Jason stepped on the gas harder as the witches’ spells pinned our vehicle and slowed us down. As we broke free, a truck thrust into our view, blocking the road ahead. Clenching my teeth, I forced my spent magic out, and a wave of dark wind slammed into the truck, tossing it aside, just as our van roared by. But the driver’s side of the door scratched the rear of the spinning truck.