Supernatural Truck Route 666 Novels & Stories

“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.

I'm proud of myself and my team. And for what Emilia said, I knew it was one of her tricks. Nothing is coming, we've saved everyone but my mind still keeps bothering on what I don't know. It is like something greater than us is Coming, something that we don't know where or what it is going to be. But for now, we have to enjoy our lives and if anything greater than us is coming our way, I hope we're strong enough to be their heroes once again. THE SUPERNATURALS

Willie Lou informed her team that this wasn't a case of demons, but another type of supernatural monster that only attacked at nights. In Phuture's first mission back in business off the injured list, they'd use teleportation to arrive on a battlefield in East Greenland. The scenery of destruction left ashes, blood, and the stain of warfare. The stench of corpses attacked their nostrils, and they cough due to smoke filling their lungs from burning buildings. The group walked through the devastation together after nightfall, investigating an area where Union soldiers stated things were supernatural. According to Itaska, there was a sudden appearance of more supernatural activity than usual.

It was nothing short of a miracle. Inside the cab of a Level 5 heavy hauler truck, part of a convoy of lone players, Gavin gulped, his throat bobbing violently. His hand trembled as he pulled the cigarette from his lips, burned down nearly to the filter. The sting against his fingertips told him this sure as hell wasn't a dream. "I only counted for a few seconds... "Hundreds of vehicles... thousands of people... plus a Level 6 vehicle... and they're all... gone?" A wave of pure absurdity slammed into his nerves.

A subtle shift in the air. A sudden movement at the edge of his vision. A massive shadow breaking free from the darkness. Headlights, blinding, wrong, coming fast. “Hold on—!” the driver shouted. The truck came out of nowhere.

Normally, Luke would welcome new souls to keep the earth heated, but the increasingly unreasonably warm weather told me there were far too many for my mate and the others to keep up with. "He'll be fine, Maeve. Stop worrying," Kayin said in an attempt to reassure me, but I ignored my wolf and let the concern for my mate have its way with me. It was hard not to worry as we passed deserted and wrecked vehicles that sat in the median or off the side of the road, and saw that a few of them clearly contained bodies. We didn't dare to stop and check to see if there were any survivors, not with a bounty on our heads just for being supernaturals.

"No. I can't. I must return home. Bella isn't home to watch over my kids, who are the only ones home. After saying good-bye, she departed. October stepped into her car, buckled herself up, and sped away from the mansion. She drove into the roads and made her way home. By this time of night, there weren't many cars on the road. It was almost midnight when she looked at the time. She made a one-way turn while keeping her eyes firmly fastened on the road. There's a good reason why this route is always described as desolate. This road is not frequently traveled because it is a fatality hotspot. She was unaware that it was also rumored to have been cursed. She continued to drive, hoping to arrive

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.

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.”