Beneath Devil's Bridge Novels & Stories

There were carved stone railings on both sides, and the bridge was slightly curved and paved with blue stones. The bridge was divided into three layers. The souls of good people could safely pass through the upper layer, those who were both good and evil could cross the middle part of the bridge, and the evil people's souls could cross the lower layer. However, most of them would be swept into the dirty waves and bitten by the copper snakes and iron dogs. Whoever became food for the copper snakes and iron dogs would have no way out and fall into the river eternally. Good people could cross the bridge smoothly, while evil people would be thrown into the Bloody Pool to suffer.

He asked with a stoic face. I nodded. Devon got up and sprinted down the hill, taking his wolf form. I glanced at Reese, who was gradually gaining his breaths and trudged down the hill. The gate to the underworld was much more enormous than it looked from the hill. We ran on the red path with giant statues of devils on either side. It seemed as if they were all alive. Kazeal was the closest to Diana. “Diana!” He kept calling out to her, but she didn’t respond to him. “Diana!”

The surface of the long bone spear was suddenly thrown out a lot of indescribable blood. At first glance, it looked like a motorcade full of blood had been knocked over at this moment. In a flash, the blood gathered into a blood river in the air. The Blood River was rolling, surging, and wriggling. As soon as it turned around, countless underground devils emerged from it. They gathered into thousands of soldiers and horses to attack Caspian. Although these underground devils were all condensed from blood, their appearance at this moment seemed to be the source of all the evil in the world. They descended on the spot and wanted to tear Caspian into pieces.

My hand barely touched the bedroom door before his fingers locked around my waist. “Get back here, baby,” he growled, voice dark and dripping sex. “I’m not done fucking you.” I groaned, half-laughing, half-melting. “I swear, you’re possessed.” He yanked me back, mouth on my neck, cock already hard against my ass. “You’re the only one who can handle this Devil.” And maybe he’s right. Because I am the nurse who patches him up when he breaks, and he’s the devil who makes my blood boil and my heart race.

Obsidian cliffs rose like fangs, each echoing with the endless cries of the damned. Below, demons soared—winged monstrosities lashing the tortured with whips of bone and sinew. Blood ran like water in channels carved through black rock. We plunged deeper. A fortress rose from a lake of black fire—spires of rusted iron and sharpened obsidian twisted toward the sky. The Devil’s Keep. The heart of corruption. Through a broken window, we entered. Inside: firelit gloom, a forge of horror. Torture devices lined the walls. Hooks. Blades. Machines meant not to kill, but to unmake.

I concluded while asking the demon to pull the hotdog footage again. As I was trying to flip the screen, my eyes fell on the shadows on the bridge. It was long and narrow, connecting both the buildings of the Underworld. No one was allowed there since the competitions were on the ground. "I found something." ***

It wasn't the first time she had left home that way and remembering the gold old days brought her a sense of nostalgia. She remained in her hotel room for the rest of the approaching 24 hours and on the second night, she decided to let go of herself and have some fun. Dressed in a beautiful silver dress, she found her way into the booming Devil’s Den club. A popular one known around the entire country. The bass of the music thumped against her chest as she made her way towards the bar to get herself a drink straight away. The air was thick with alcohol and cigar, a scent she was extremely familiar with and wasn't affected by it at all.

The car door was opened, and Yara was dragged back inside. "Let go of me! What do you want from me?" yelled Yara, trying to rebel. Inside the mansion, a man was sitting on a black leather sofa. His eyes were cold. He was Damian Devatra, the man Yara had heard about on the news and through rumors—the ruler of a ruthless and unforgiving underground organization. You could say he was the King of the Mafia. "Sit down," Damian ordered simply. Yara gulped, feeling she had no choice. Hesitantly, she sat on the sofa in front of him.

The dimly lit passages and the weight of secrecy pressed down on her shoulders, but she pushed forward, determined to unravel the mystery of his recent behavior. They emerged into an underground restaurant, a hidden gem known only to a select few. The ambiance was intimate, a stark contrast to their recent interactions. The soft glow of candlelight bathed the room in a warm embrace, casting shadows that danced with secrets. Alissa couldn't help but marvel at the beauty of it, even as her heart raced with uncertainty.

Cheers and applause erupted throughout the venue. When their lips finally parted, barely an inch between them, both smiled. “I’m glad you called me that day, Vivica,” Finn whispered. Vivica’s smile widened as the world around them shifted. Suddenly, they were no longer in the grand hall, but standing beneath the ancient Devil’s Tree, the very place where their story had begun. She looked up at him with pure love. “I knew you would come, my dear Devil.” Finn closed his eyes and pulled her into another deep kiss. “Yes,” he breathed against her lips. “Only yours…” “Only mine… my dear Devil.” THE END.