Beneath Devil's Bridge Novels & Stories

Without hesitation, Luis Park let a tearful smile. "I will cherish this life and forever." He prayed. Then he stood up. He walked away. Far from the bridge, he saw 2 people. The mother of Nayna, Hide and the other woman. When he is near he stopped. "Congratulations son. You really took that hard. That bridge was actually "The Bridge of Temptations." Hide explained. "The Bridge of Temptations was actually a real temptation. The illustration of a real-life scenario. That bridge is also known as The Bridge Across the Time. It was depicted in your mind, soul and body. Your love ones will show up especially the woman of your life. " She explained.

Shuddering from the rain, I looked around, having my memories suddenly return in bulk. The souls were still a lot. It was a Miracle I'd been touched by someone that special. Throwing myself to the floor, I picked up a long branch, and my eyes widened as I realized we were on a creaking, weak bridge, and beneath it was churning lava, bubbling, and waiting to devour whoever fell in. I got to my feet, and batted the first soul that almost came into contact with me. “Damn you!” I shouted, as more memories of Hazel flooded my head.

Why would the devil advise her to go down to a place even him cannot go to. "Is there no other way to go about this?" "I'm afraid, there's no other way. It's your choice now. Save him, or mourn what he was. Either way, time is not on your side." Just like he came, the devil disappeared into thin air, leaving the devastated Aria pondering on the almost impossible solution he had offered. Meanwhile, at the heart of a forgotten realm, where the air was thick with sulphur, and the sky, a bleeding darkness, Lucas knelt in pain. He screamed, but no sound left his throat.

“Don. We found something. You need to see it.” The driver changed course instantly. They reached the old bridge minutes later. The cars behind them stopped at different angles, headlights cutting across the riverbank. Dante stepped out before the car had fully stopped, and Marcello followed close behind. Two bodies hung upside down from the edge of the bridge, blood dripping slowly into the river below. Dante didn’t flinch. He walked closer, grabbed the note nailed between them, and tore it down. The words smeared under his thumb. Come alone, Devil, if you want your bride back.

“No. I’m telling you to bring the money. Then I’ll do everything I can.” I couldn’t breathe. The scream in my throat was choking me. But I swallowed it down. My hands trembled as I nodded, slow, like my body was glitching. Fine. If this world runs on money… then I guess I’d have to dine with the devil—whether I liked the taste or not. **** That evening—6:00 PM. The sun was already slipping behind the skyline, painting the river in gold and orange. I stood at the edge of the old bridge—barely maintained. It seemed like people hardly used it. Wind rushed over the water beneath it, loud.

The energy reached out to us like a living thing, seeking connection. We were less than twenty yards from the altar when the Devourer finally noticed us. It paused in its assault on our allies, the void where Kael's face had been turning in our direction. A sound emerged from that impossible maw—not words, but a frequency that vibrated through my very bones, carrying meaning nonetheless. "BRIDGE CHILD," it resonated, the concept rather than the words appearing directly in my mind. "VESSEL OF TWO WORLDS. YOU CANNOT STOP WHAT HAS BEGUN."

"And you! Don't contaminate this young man's mind with your stupid ideas." "Tch! Doofus," The raven haired guy snickered and moved his eyes to look at me, "Hi there Henry I'm Blaze, I can be your friend, but if you want more I can be the fire that will help warm you in the cold night." He said with a silvery voice, and my brother unknowingly clasped his arms around my shoulders. “Hey, stop that! This is my brother, you jerk!" Grey yelled at the man, and Blaze's mouth curved into a sly smile.

In a few seconds, he was towering over me, pressing a finger on my lips to threaten me, " Sshh! Watch before you speak, Princepessa. I am not your prince charming anymore. I am the devil who is here to suck your soul. If I made you just my fuck body, what will the world call my child? An illegitimate one? In no way, I was going to allow it. Get on the bed and wait for me. I want your back to remember because I really don't wish to kiss your poisonous lips ever which fed me lies for years."

The bridge linked two cliffs together, and in between these two cliffs is a rushing river, with jagged stone spikes all over the sides and even some in the river. “The Passage to the Underworld,” my brother says suddenly, making me jump. Holding my hand over my chest, I punch my brother over and over again. “I’m sorry,” my brother says, shielding himself. “I’m sorry. It’s just, I’m started to understand why the people called this place the Passage to the Underworld.” “And yet,” I say, looking at the rope bridge. “Here we are.” “Yeah,” my brother laughs. “I know. Come on, let’s go.”

How dare they let their voice reach outside the room? “You both have guts to talk sh*t behind my back, hm?” he coldly said, ignoring the shock as if a dirt in their faces. He smiled, not reaching his eyes, a warning to their inappropriate display in a sacred golden room, “You're ignorance to even secured the place for damn talk-shit is what's make you both a powerless. Bare in mind, you're not the devil here, it's me!” He looked at the young man, a very man of Denever who immediately recover from shock.