Beneath Devil's Bridge Novels & Stories

"Why warn me?" "Because you gave me freedom from millennia of false grief. The least I can do is warn you that your greatest enemy stirs." He managed something almost like a smile. "Besides, if the Devourer consumes everything, there will be nothing left to exist or not exist. Even Void Kings need reality to define themselves against." He vanished, taking Lyra and the debt-collectors with him. But his final words echoed: "The prison is beneath Antarctica. Prepare yourself, Bridge-Walker. The Devourer remembers you. And it hungers for what you've become."

~✴~ The DEVIL'S Heart ``````````````````` PERORATION : I love you and it is the only thing I believe in - The Devil ` ` `

He extended his hand for a dance, The inky blackness night sky, thick clouds blotted out the stars, masked the full moon filling the water with blue light, the colossal wave’s crash onto the tick, wet sand, and the icy and withering wind became a silent spectator of Angel in Devil’s arms, both souls swaying and swirling to the lyrics of Christina Perri- A thousand Years song. S –“Did I tell you how beautiful you looking tonight My Dove”, he whispered in her ears A – Her breathing was rapid due to proximity, “Nope,” she complained in a baby voice with a pout at the end.

"That's a good idea. Let's take things one step at a time. Also, I'm going to investigate the demon race's surroundings. Since we can't do so ourselves, we can learn a thing or two from someone else." "You are indeed a smart man. You can see through it with just one glance." After the two of them finished saying those words, they looked to one another and smiled. In the center of the Land of Devils, Burning Bone City. Somewhere in the ruins, it was desolate, as if no strangers were allowed to approach. However, about a hundred meters below the ruins, there was a huge hole. There was a stream in the hole, which ran vertically, like a blood vessel on a heart, almost covering the entire hole.

They were fooling around and having fun. She was leaning on Elijah's chest. With a serious look on her face, she told him, "Hubby, you can’t see this place, so I’m going to describe it to you. This place is very beautiful and we’re now standing on a bridge. Below the bridge is a small river and the water in the small river comes from the mountain stream which is flowing down. The water’s very, very clear. "There are fishes in the river... Common carps, grass carps..."

she called in an echo as she entered the smoke of darkness. I had second thoughts. Once I go through that darkness, there’s no out for me. I closed my eyes and remembered Carissa. This was for her. I entered and immense heat tortured my skin. “Don’t waste time, Hen. Your next question?” Everything looked pretty normal until I looked down. An instant heart attack hit me when I discovered that we were on a wide bridge made of hardened coal and ash but it wasn’t the bridge that scared the heck out of me. It was the river of lava we were right above.

This time, she followed because stopping in the forge-heart of Hell was its own form of danger, not because she had chosen to surrender the path to him. The first chain bridge rose before them from smoke and heat, a test set by something older than reason. Iron posts had been driven deep into opposing shelves of black rock, and from them hung thick chains strung with narrow metal plates, just wide enough for two careful feet, and no more. Below, magma moved in a broad, slow river through the fissure, its surface shifting in dark orange folds beneath a crust that broke open, revealing brighter veins below. The bridge swayed in the heat draft.

I run after the dog stopping beside him and instantly spot what he's barking at. "Oh hell no!" There's a drop from the bridge to the river below of about 10 feet or so and each side of the river is lined with rocks and mud. There are some big rocks stationed around but more small stones and rocks than anything else, add in the mud from the rain and I can only imagine how slippery that is right now.

Havermouth, Present Time The bridge they’d entered on was underwater. Their police escort scooted his bike back to the window. “In the Ute,” he said leaning in the window. “It’s possibly doable, but I wouldn’t want to try it, myself, and the old train bridge is still open on this side, well above water. It’s like they say, they don’t make them like they used to.” “Very true,” Talen agreed with a vampire’s appreciation for the past.

The vampire was looking at the devil as if to a psychopath " well let's see how much more cuter my dear daughter can get" says the devil and got his wings out and started flying toward Celea