Across The Bridge Novels & Stories

“To kill them. Trust us. This has been one fucking fucked up week.” They turned towards Havermouth. The normal bridge crossing was lost in water, but they headed towards the old train bridge which had been built higher on the bank. Both driver and passenger focused on the road ahead of them as the driver straddled the railway lines with the wheels of the 4WD and slowly made his way across. The passenger sighed out a breath as they reached the other side. “I fucking hate that bridge.”

My wolf jumped up in excitement and I had to frown a little. Why on earth is she suddenly interested in the Lycans? Taking in a very deep breath and releasing it, I crossed the road. Well here goes nothing. After crossing the road, I waited for a few moments to see if I could notice any sign of life, but nothing at all. The street was a little dark and lonely, but I could tell that the Lycans still lived here from the smell that filled the room. So, I would not say it was that lonely at all.

He slowly read the inscription aloud. Across the Bridge, Beyond the Bear, With the Winds or the sun, we bypass London. He furrowed his brow in silence, puzzled. "We crossed the London Bridge,” Caitlin continued, “thinking maybe that's what the bridge was. And then it mentioned the bear. And we heard about bearbaiting, so we came here, hoping. But there is nothing. I think we misread the clues. I thought we were heading in the right direction. But now, I’m not so sure.”

“The altar’s through there.” Kade stepped onto the bridge, placing his weight to test it. It held but the stone beneath his foot groaned menacingly. “This feels like a trap,” he muttered. Alec shook his head. “Probably,” he said. “But we don’t have a choice, do we?” "No," Luna said, stepping onto the bridge behind Kade. "We keep moving." The air was colder as they crossed and the noise of the fast-running water below seemed to turn into whispers.

They traversed the narrow path, their backs pressed against the cold stone, until they finally reached a wider platform. "By the gods," Elijah breathed out. Before them lay a massive gorge, a bridge of woven ropes and planks the only passage across. "Who's up for a stroll?" Lucas joked, though his face was pale. "Steady as we go," Gabriel said, taking the lead. The bridge swayed ominously with each step, the creaks of the weathered wood echoing in the silence. "Almost there," Amelia encouraged, her voice betraying none of the fear she felt. Halfway across, a plank snapped under Elijah's foot, sending splinters flying.

The bridge still stood. Cracked. Fractured. But unyielding—a skeleton of a promise arched between the twin cliffs of Elthelion’s Reach, spanning a wound in the world so deep even the bravest cartographers left it nameless. Once, this place had been a hymn: the Bridge of Accord, hallowed by oaths and the trembling hush of hope. It was here that Elara of Flame and Theron of Bone set aside their swords, not as enemies, but as architects of a gentler age.

Elena was using the turbine to gain ground on the short straightaways, but the Norton's agility in the corners was keeping me within striking distance. "The lighthouse is a mile out!" Dax warned. "But there's a drawbridge in the middle. It's scheduled to rise for the morning freighter. If you don't make it across in the next thirty seconds, you're cut off!" I saw the warning lights of the bridge flashing red in the distance. The heavy steel leaves were already beginning to groan, the gap between them widening inch by inch. Elena didn't hesitate. She pushed her turbine to the limit, her bike lifting off the asphalt as she cleared the rising edge of the bridge with a terrifying grace. She land