Novel & Cerita Supernatural Truck Route 666

"That's right, Nate. If I'd known about all of this from the start, I never would've argued with you. Hannah was so beautiful and kind. If she were my daughter, I would have fought them to the very end." "Let's not talk about that for now," I said. "Call the police and let them handle this." Ethan called the police, but the snow kept falling harder, and even the satellite signal started cutting in and out. At first, the warnings from the police managed to turn quite a few people away. But once Elias raised the reward to a billion dollars, nobody answered their calls anymore. 30 minutes later, the snow had reached our knees. Out of the thousands in the convoy, only a few dozen people made it

They then returned as spirits, that very day after saying goodbye to their little schools to look for their parents to go and live with them eternally. This location was among the most dangerous interstate roads and tunnels between the states of the so-called routes of Deaths in Hells of Demons from Devil´s Burrows that had a connection between seven states, which ran through those mountains, which passed between the highways and the routes between the mountains, called the Dead Man route between the roads and the steep curves between the suspension bridges until you travel a twisting path of the mountains, called Zombies Lands

“It’s possible that a vampire didn’t do it, but the results are inconclusive because their blood was drained from their bodies too. Mathias and I met last night to discuss the possibility. Since the witches, Marael and Sahara Dawson, are dead, and other than the missing heads, the kids still had their organs, we’ve ruled out sacrifice. The only other possibility is that there’s something else occurring out there. There has to be a reason their heads were taken. If not for a ritual, then an out-of-control supernatural is going on a serial killing spree. Either way, we have to take care of it before the humans become suspicious. Or worse, they find proof that Supernaturals do exist. So far, si

I said, walking closer to the men while examining the vehicle with my eyes. “Only one percent of truck drivers have these. It’s from the big cities where humans live,” one of them replied. “Hmmm, I see. Then you should be careful if you’re heading north. There’s been a big pile of cow poop that hasn’t been moved. It could ruin your perfect tires,” I lied, trying to get him to reveal his destination. “Oh, that’s bad for them. I’m heading west, so it’s not really my problem. One of the small districts Skywood Pack owns.”

“We do what we can, and we don’t reveal too much, yet.” My Beta nodded at me, and did a final check on his firearm and accessories. Jacqueline, the nurse, was rustling with her things, but Mira was still as stone. I let my eyes rest on her a moment longer. “I’m with you.” “I know.” We saw the charred remains of the mid-size truck from a local medical distributor. It was a common road used to travel among most of the Packs in the area, mostly used for commercial trucks and travelers. It was lucky no one else was on the road at the time.

He had also informed them about the death occurring every day in the forest. "I think that will be Emily's evil work". Susannah said to them. "She drinks blood to get stronger". Susannah said. "I don't think it's only Emily. I think Justin also drinks blood. I once saw human blood in his car". Officer John said to them. "We will try our best to get back as soon as we can". Eddie said to officer John. CRYSTAL OF EVIL

The colors light pink and orange-yellow meshed together perfectly in the sky as the sun touched the horizon. I looked at him, he wasn't paying attention to the beautiful scenario presented to us. He was taking things out of the vehicle we came from, which I just noticed was a truck. The truck was a 2019 Chevrolet Silverado 3500HD. I suddenly envy Adrien a bit now. "Hunter!" He yelled my name, immediately snapping me out of my thoughts. I looked at him a little confused on why he called me, and he motioned me to walk towards him. I obliged.

"Let's go meet the devil." The wind swept across the road as they approached the worn rusted signs that marked where highway 49 crossed Highway 60. It was dark, except the moon which was bright and full tonight. Jake couldn't shake the feeling they looked as if they were recreating a Cinderella video. They could have been any band from the sunset strip in the day, only that Jake's oddly light blond hair being natural and not dyed set him apart. They'd left the car on the side of the road as they walked into the crossroads. It was the loneliest place Jake had ever seen. On either side of the road lay what he assumed were cotton or corn fields. But he couldn't tell in the dark.

And the supernatural world does our best to keep them safe, but the danger still lurks. By the time I make it to the clinic, the air has already heated to unprecedented levels. The receptionist, a woman with chipmunk cheeks and a permanent sunburn from her time swimming at the old quarry, named Darla June flags me down as I walk in the door. “There’s trouble down the old closed highway,” she whispers, not quite meeting my eyes. The chipmunk shifter in her can sense a bigger predator, and it tends to make our conversations short before she skitters away. “Sheriff’s up there with the McClellan boys. Car went off the ravine, and it doesn’t look good.”

Of course, I wasn't letting them into my hell of a ride back there. "This might sound very inappropriate. But I'm sure you must have heard about the war. Supernatural species going up again the other. Just last night, the Lycans attacked the werewolves. If there is a supernatural world war, we would be vulnerable and an easy pick. We would easily be made into slaves." "I'm sure you have a plan already... Dad." This was gradually going down to it might not be good for you but it's what's best for the pack.