Supernatural Truck Route 666 Mga Nobela at Kwento

I raked my hair through my hair trying to figure out where he could be when a truck pulled up, Todd was driving like a maniac, Commander Ryan in the passenger seat. “Get in!” He bellowed, and he didn’t have to tell us twice. We jumped in the bed of the truck, crouching down immediately as Todd stepped on the gas. There was a stream of vehicles racing out of the base, heading straight West, which would be the direction Devon and Usel would have taken. The drive was long and already felt like it took days instead of hours. Cassi’s hands were clenched tight around the tailgate, her knuckles white and eyes wide. She was on high alert, as was I, as we got closer the sky was dark; not with clouds

Seeing a side lane, I entered my car backwards and then applied the brake. “Screw you, motherfucker! Find some other truck to commit suicide!” The truck driver cursed at us as it passed by. Panting, Zephyr peered into nothingness with a pale face. My heaving turned into laughter as I held my head. “Now that’s what we call a pro driving.” “Yeah. The god of death just clicked his tongue for missing the chance to take our souls with him and returned to hell or heaven. Wherever he belongs. Pro driving directly to heaven, co-sponsored by Diana Xenon, forced partnership with Zephyr, who doesn’t wanna die.”

"The population of Supernaturals in Texas has drastically reduced. Not only are some packs left without an Alpha, witches are also ending up dead every night. And they always have a sword piercing their skull and the letter 'X' tattooed in their eyeballs whenever they are found." M could've said more but he was called by someone so he had to end the call. Rebecca only shrugged the call aside, making a mental note to call back later and headed straight to Raven's compound. Raven had sworn to her she wouldn't make trouble. Now that she had violated the rule, it was only okay to remind her of it. … Meanwhile, in Texas As soon as M got off the phone, a man handed some stack of photos to him. "It

I could have known though. Honestly, it's so weird that people around you can't be trusted. I sigh. I drove down the road. But my eyes quickly moved to the side view mirror. There was a truck behind me, my eyes widened in realization. That's the same truck that killed my parents. I noticed the moon shaped with a star in the middle. I quickly pull on the break. I wanted to see who's in the car but it's just Alex. I speed up my car, moving to my right, but it's really following me.

The shockwave had gotten to them despite their super speed. About twenty feet away, a truck driver was listening to the tunes of some good old country music, oblivious of the situation outside or what lay ahead on the road. He had seen the weird color in the sky of course, but nothing was going to stop him from transporting the two tonnes of containers loaded with gasoline all the way to Long Island in New York. He had to get that additional tip for being early. What was to be a twenty-hour drive was just about to get cut short when the eighteen-foot long trailer sped over the asphalt on that busy and fast lane of a road.

The beast inside him awakening with a violence that stole my breath. “Something’s happening,” I said. Silas lifted his head. Before he could respond, the brakes of the first truck screeched. Our driver slammed the brakes and the seatbelt cut across my chest. Through the windshield I saw why. The road was blocked. A massive tree lay across it, the trunk shattered as if something had ripped it out by the roots. And behind the tree, within the forest shadows, figures moved. Vampires. I knew what they were before I saw them clearly. That unnatural cold radiating from them, that metallic ancient scent seeping even through the sealed windows of the truck. There were at least six of them, moving am

I was with them for two years and remember the routes they took and how they took each child. I explain how they would take the young supernaturals by covering them with a blanket that hid their scent. They would stalk them for days, and would enter their packs under black magic. They would even seek out children who seem to be lonely. They changed to that after they took me. Once they have them, the young supers got drugged, and put them in a cage at the back of the cave.

Daniella looked up at the dark sky. They had been flying for a long time and she didn’t know where they were going. She was scared. Her parents must be looking for her and an evil girl was after them. What was a supernatural to do? She stiffened in his arms. “Kie-“. She wasn’t able to finish that though. She could already see Veronica on her own bird made of black smoke. There was really nothing she wasn’t going to see today.

Copy that lover 1, continue surveilance. The best trap is on route 36, with four corners. Humbee 1, can you read it? Humbee 2 and 3, can you read it? Copy that, Drone 1 No firing, no firing! Eagle 1 in a black sedan. We are 5 miles from route 36. Humbee 1 will go straight to the black sedan; all vehicles will stand by, no firing, no firing! At the intersection of route 36, the black sedan was speeding; then the driver put his foot on the brake; Humbee 1 had just appeared on site.

Aitan uses the road and attacks the monster. He uses the rocks and using its sharp parts, he stabs all monsters using the sharp parts. Most of the sharp parts stabs the monsters' bodies and died. Then, Zylo and the others came to help him. "Where's Alex?!" Zylo asks. "I told her to find somewhere safe." Aitan answered him. "I'll go find her just to make sure!" Zaszer said then run away to find Alexis using her scent. "Where did they came from?!" Channon asked. They transformed into werewolves and attack the monsters.