Beneath Devil's Bridge Novels & Stories

The five warehouses stood in the distance, surrounded by trees and crates, the last one stood right at the edge of the bridge, it's flooring caressing the water top slightly. "I'm coming, Cara Mia,"

Aahva nodded, and he left his room, then returned to the healing room. “What happened when you are in the middle of the road?” “We attacked by a devil in a human form.” “Devil?” "Yes, Abelard stabbed that devil with his sword, but that devil also stabbed him in the stomach.” “And you know, dad? I had to use it.” Aahva took a deep breath as he turned around and rubbed his face a few times. “That’s okay! It’s an emergency.” “And where did you meet that devil?” “About three kilos to the east.”

“Forgotten River by Persephone’s Folly Bridge! “Neither is there right or wrong in life, neither merit nor demerit in death! “You could have lived a decent life, yet you’ve chosen to bring demise upon yourself!” The woman was finally moved. She looked at the ancient bridge in horror and exclaimed, “One of the three artifacts of the Infernal Hell, Persephone’s Folly Bridge?” As soon as she said that, a rusty chain rushed out of Persephone’s Folly Bridge and shackled the woman’s soul.

"Now, if you look here at the journal entry, you'll see that it says the settlers 'waited amidst the flowers and leaves' with the expectation that 'the mouth of the devil would close upon those offered there in peace, their flesh being taken as a sacrifice for the spirits' delight with the rising of the silver sun.'" "Alright," Lunus said, not understanding the extent of his apparent excitement. "So... they were making some sort of an agreement with the genizem, then, like you thought. Some sort of strange... peace offering." "Lunus, you don't understand me," he told her, his voice alive with excitement. "This passage talks about the mouth of the devil closing on the sacrifice of flesh. Now!

Sliver pov {the devil rules} I shoulf have been terrified enough to run away like before, instead I couldn’t move. The man near the alter watched me in complete silence, his unreadable expression as rain fell hard on the church scared windows behind us. My instinct screamed danger, bloody not because he screamed at me or threatened me but because he looked like someone who would never do so. I suddenly felt pain in my throat. “i-I’m so sorry” I whispered quietly. “ I was just desperately looking for somewhere to hide”

Known throughout the underworld by another, far darker name. The Dracula. The stranger calmly removed his thumb from the transmitter, his breathing remained steady like he didn't just do somenthing fishy, even his attention never drifted from the commander. But back at the center of the ruins, the sound of heavy machinery suddenly echoed across the devastated landscape as one of the engineers abruptly shouted. "Commander!" Every investigator instinctively turned toward the source of the voice, an enormous excavator had just completed lifting a massive section of collapsed flooring. Broken marble and twisted reinforcement bars slowly slid aside and then...something unexpected emerged, hidden

Feral Camp Devil's Forest In the depths of the devil's forest, in the small clearing stood a large but low, beetle-browed cabin. Its ancient and ramshackle walls stood in an almost unrecognizable way; it was a dirty, six-foot, artificial stern cabin.

rasp, barely rising above the roar of the fire in the floors above. He found them at the "Bridge of Sighs"—a narrow, natural stone arch that spanned the gap between the internal Archive and the hidden river exit. The bridge was barely three feet wide, suspended over a two-hundred-foot drop into the churning, icy waters of the Appalachian gorge. The Guardian of the Threshold

Julian didn’t look up. He fed another twig into the fire, watching it catch. “We need to stay sharp,” he murmured. “Lazarus wasn’t exactly sure what happens on the bridge.” He sat back on his heels, eyes narrowing at the thought. “Said not many have made it across… and if they did, they didn’t come back.” A pause. “The bridge is hexed. Designed to keep people from traveling further. To protect what’s beyond. To trap what’s already crossed.”

I held back the fear and uncertainty in my heart. Lucas glanced at me and weakly smiled. "Don't worry. Sir Benjamin is called the Great Devil for a reason. He had been suppressing the Capital for thousands of years. It proves how powerful he truly is. You might not know this, but he is actually the most powerful grim reaper under the heavens."