Beneath Devil's Bridge Novels & Stories

I whisper in fear. Tsking, and biting his lip, he shakes his head. “Oh, no. Don’t think of it like that,” he says sweetly, his nefarious smile shifting to sweet and beautiful. “I’m just a fragment of dust of what you may term as the devil. So small and useless until I’m given instructions by my boss. In this case, Mr. Memphis, otherwise known as Devlin, and the water of power he pours to me in form of instructions, stirs my little particles into a pile of mud and I get my power from him. But for now, I’m nothing more than a human just like you and everyone else in your little world.”

My eyes darted to her tablet, it was a grainy, long-lens photo of a man emerging from a black car. Even in pixels, he commanded the space around him. He was tall,broad-shouldered, black hair and grey eyes. Lucien Alexander. The tabloids called him “The devil.” I looked back at Lina, and shrugged. “So?” I said, a teasing lilt in my voice. “You want to date him?” I gave an eyebrow waggle, knowing full well how ridiculous it was. Dating Lucien Alexander? Impossible. The rumors didn’t just say he was difficult, they said he was the devil’s own son. “Obviously,” I finished, the humor fading into simple fact. “That man is a no-go zone.”

she asked inquisitively. “Devils Night is our favorite night of the year, a night of mischief. It started in Detroit but has spread so far beyond all of that. It is a night to celebrate being young and free, a night to have a little fun. I don’t see anything wrong with that.” she was hanging on my every word. It was all true but there was another reason for the name. Devil’s night was also Synestra’s birthday. “One final question, what do you think about the protests and people saying you somehow brainwash your fans with your music?” she asked and I could tell she thought this was a hard hitting question. I decided to have a little fun with her.

He resumed, increasing the tempo: “There are devils young and devils old Whose hearts have become black as mold They’re tradesmen of the human soul It is their favorite drink There are devils in the Parliament Who work to bring about descent The people who they represent Are not the ones you think . . . ” I listened, watching the impressive movements of Mr. Beauxdera’s fingers, my entire body still. I felt Mother’s hand grasp my shoulder, but when I looked at her, she had not taken her eyes off the stage. Her mouth hung open, her eyes distant, as if overcome by a memory. The audience was becoming quite stirred, most of them muttering their disapproval, but Mr. Beauxdera was not done: “The de

I joked in an attempt to lighten the now heavy atmosphere that settled between us. My father rolled his dark, hooded eyes before continuing, "We found one way to escape hell. The place your subconscious took you too was a place that lies between the realm of mortals and the realm of hell." "It's how demons come into this realm. It's a bridge that was created. Under the bridge is a sea full of anger and hate. It is known as the sea of lost souls," my mother explained further. A frown now covering the soft features of her face.

the man spoke placing his hand on the hip as he directed his words at Dylan Parker who stood there with his eyes wide open. "No wonder he's called Hades" Those comments and whispers made the man smirk in victory. Amara just kept staring at the sudden arrival of the man dressed in clothes which were smeared with blood all over. Even though she's too shocked to watch the scene in front of her, she didn't fail to note the name of the devil who's still smirking with a gun in his hand. HADES OF THE MAFIA WORLD, DAMIAN KNIGHT!

A ruthless underworld heir and a disgraced investigative journalist are forced into a fake engagement that ignites a dangerous, all-consuming passion. Their love is tested by betrayal, power struggles, and a conspiracy that threatens to destroy them both.

The Glambour forest, also known as the Devil's vale was situated in the western part of Patasia continent with mysterious supernatural secrets. lt was the earlier meeting place of different nations but now everyone was scared to cross that place due to it's dark secrets. History saying that hosts, sightings of the reaper, wolf packs gathering, vampire hideaways–all present in this forest at one time. Popular rumour about the forest was the paranormal activities of the non human creatures of there. Once approximately in early twentieth century, a pregnant lady and her husband were trapped in this mysterious forest because of the broke off of their black classic british sports car.

She always knew what to do. The phone rang once. Twice. Then straight to voicemail. A fresh wave of despair crashed over me. I kept walking until I found myself on the old bridge. The river below was dark and endless. A memory hit me like a punch to the gut. **Five years ago.** My parents’ laughter filled the car as we drove home from dinner. It was one of those rare nights when everything felt perfect. Then—screeching tires. Headlights. A loud crash. And just like that, they were gone.

I yell when he takes the bridge and ignores the officers with same speed. "You had a better option, you chose the meanest," Now, fuck him. Fuck this nigga! I swear, if I survive this, then I'll make sure to strangle him to suffocation even if I'm unable to kill him. It continues storming in the car as my hair is blown everywhere uncontrollably. But then, he terrifies me most by even increasing the speed and jumping across the bridge, down into the fucking mother river. I close my eyes tight and scream as the car summersaults with us in it before finally foundering. Immediately I sense we're in the water already, I swim out of the damaged car to a distance where I watch it burn. Trying to kee