Across The Bridge Novels & Stories

" He accelerated. The engine roared, eating up the desolate miles. I touched the pocket of my cargo pants. The notebook was still there. The Valravn, I thought. They know the terrain. They are probably watching us right now. I scanned the tree line. Nothing but gray bark and snow. But I knew better. Predators didn't let themselves be seen until it was too late. THE CROSSING Dead Man's Drop was a geological scar a massive ravine that separated the pack territories from the unregulated North. A single bridge spanned the gap. It was an old steel truss structure, rusted and groaning in the wind. Damian stopped the truck at the entrance to the bridge. "Checkpoint," he said, pointing ahead. There

"May you have success on your journey." Beyond the Divide With its surface etched with elaborate designs that gleamed subtly beneath their feet, the bridge was a marvel of old craftsmanship. The mists started to lift as they crossed, and they caught a sight of the Sanctuary beyond. It was a magnificent building, with walls that glistened with an ethereal light and spires that reached the heavens. A powerful tremor shook the bridge halfway across. The pace of the group accelerated as cracks started to appear. "Keep going!" With a voice that broke through the growing panic, Cassian urged.

She couldn’t shake the feeling they were being watched. Midday brought them to a swollen river, its banks churned to mud by the night’s deluge. A rickety bridge swayed precariously over the rushing water, its ropes frayed and wooden slats cracked. “We have to cross,” Aria said, eyeing it warily. “There’s no other way through.” Caden tested the first plank, his weight making it groan. “It’ll hold,” he said, though doubt flickered in his eyes. “You go first with Rollan. I’ll follow.”

The only visible way across was a single, long, rather fragile-looking rope bridge. A large fort sat on the end of the bridge on our side. You had to go through the fort to access the bridge. And on the far side, a dark shape blocked off their end of the bridge. It was hard to make out clearly at such a long distance, but it was big. It didn’t look like a building, at least not a well constructed one. It was all uneven with bits sticking out at strange angles. And then it moved. It looked like it was scratching itself.

We came light and fast, exactly as ordered. I crouch at the edge of the treeline and study the crossing. The bridge itself is old stone, narrow enough that a wagon has to creep across it one wheel at a time. Perfect choke point. Perfect stage. Too perfect. My wolf paces under my skin, hackles raised. Trap. “I know,” I murmur. The scouts fan out. One slips downriver. Another circles toward the bluffs. I keep my eyes on the bridge. And then I see him.

We all were getting close to the Lake house_ the only thing demarcating us from forging ahead is the fact that, the only passway was an also old, wooden bridge, which leads to the lake house. "Come on, let's go,"... Gena said to both Sandra and myself_ Sandra turns and looked at my face, she grinned as she forged ahead, unknownly hitting into Gena at the Also end of the road_ Gena takes a first step ahead, Sandra joined and I too partook of the activity; we all passed the bridge without any mishap, however when our eyes looked away from just some seconds, we all over the screams off a lot of people; and as we looked back to see; a huge demon cloud had the students screaming for they all fear

Either side had a white railing that might’ve been made of wood, though it was hard to tell, and rainbow-colored spirals reached from the handrail to the base of The Bridge. She couldn’t see across The Bridge. Judging by the arch, it wasn’t that long. It would probably only take about ten steps to get from one side to the other. But the far side of the structure was obscured by an opaque waving substance that looked like it could’ve been a cloud, or possibly just an illusion put there by the Mothers to make anyone who was walking across The Bridge think they were going someplace pleasant instead of to their deaths.

The water was murky and churning, a reflection of the storm clouds above. Anna took a deep breath and began to cross the bridge. Each step felt like it took an eternity as the wooden boards creaked beneath her feet. The wind howled around her, and rain lashed at her face, making it hard to see. She was soaked to the bone in seconds. Halfway across the bridge, Anna heard a faint cry coming from the other side. She paused for a moment, trying to locate the source of the sound. Then she heard it again, louder this time. It was a child's cry.

The bridge looks weathered but still intact. Carefully, we approach the bridge. “Guys, this bridge looks old,” Ria says. “But we need to cross,” I scratch the back of my neck, eyeing the bridge and checking for any faults. I don't see any, but we still need to be careful. “We should cross one at a time,” Pike suggests. “He’s right,” Rose adds. “I'm afraid the bridge won't hold all of us at once.” “Agreed. We will cross one at a time. Who's going first?”

Just the ghost of his mouth on my skin, the echo of his name in my chest, and the undeniable truth of it all: Nathan Cross fucked like a weapon. But when he said come home? It wasn’t a command. It was a confession.