Bridge In Harry Potter Novels & Stories

“If you keep nagging, I’ll kick you out of the car myself!” For Mandy’s sake, Harvey held back his urge to throw out the mother and son to the side of the road and leave them there. He had to be patient. “This is a brand new car. Since you’re not familiar with it.” The car was currently in the middle of the Mordu Bridge. It was a red-netted bridge.While it seemed extremely ancient, it was still quite sturdy. It was also one of the iconic architectures of Mordu. There would often be endless streams of people who would flock here to take pictures.

She somehow knew that if she slipped off this bridge, even an inch, her life would be over. She crossed the bridge, which seemed to take forever, and as she reached the other side, she looked up, and through the mist, there came into view an enormous castle—the largest and most fantastical castle she had ever seen, replete with arches and spires in every direction, and encircled by a moat. As she approached, slowly, the drawbridge lowered, creaking, and then landed with a slam. She continued walking, onto the heavy oak of the bridge, and suddenly, there was a lone figure in the entrance, appearing out of the mist.

Then Scarlet spoke loudly, interrupting the judges just as they prepared to end the round. “Excuse me ... Blackwood Academy still has another bridge.” A hush fell. Judges turned. “You may present it.” "No! Don't!" Liora yelled but no one listened to her. Scarlet walked forward, Mira and Grey beside her. Their bridge stood firm ... balanced, shockingly stable, beautifully simple. The judges poured water. It held. They added rocks, it held. Finally, they placed the weight of a grown werewolf on it. It. Fucking. Held.

“Farther south. The water is deep and fast there, but the magical sensors do not work because the iron ore in the river disrupts them. We can slip across unnoticed.” Mason looked at me. “Corin? Do you sense anything about it?” I closed my eyes and extended my awareness. Through the fire I could “see” the pulse of magic in the distance. The bridge indeed vibrated with dark energy. Glacier’s trap. But the ford… there was silence there. Cold, dangerous silence. “He’s right,” I said, opening my eyes. “The bridge is pure suicide. But the ford will not be easy either. The water will be freezing, and if someone gets caught in the current…”

No tree appeared but the flat surface beneath them made an ominous cracking noise so the no-fur stopped his attempt. "No, the portal seemed to have closed behind us before any of them could catch up." Hades slowly sat up, shifting the no-fur gently so he didn't have to move away. "We seem to be... on a bridge?" The narrow pathway was made of threads of energy that had been shaped to look like a very long suspension bridge. They appeared to be in the center of said bridge with neither end visible from where they sat. "It seems to be a very long bridge. But you sent us here, aren't you familiar with it?"

She needed to see who it was that had summoned her here; she needed to know what the other person wanted. The door was about a foot open already. It took no effort whatsoever to push it the rest of the way. The light was bright when she walked in, but not so bright that she had to squint. She was shocked that The Bridge was actually a bridge and not just some sort of slaughterhouse, or a room with bloodstains on the floor. The Mothers had gone to great lengths to ensure their fabrication was as believable as possible until the bitter end. The bridge was constructed of some sort of metallic material that glimmered in a soft silver light. Either side had a white railing that might’ve been made

Her breasts bounce up and down as the demon thrusts into her with great force. My attention is diverted to the entry of my throne hall. Josiah and Chelsea strut through the entrance with a human male victim. “Where is my Bridge,” I mandate for response with surging rage that halts the sex going on all around me. They bow their heads as Josiah explains, “Master, we have found the Bridge, but she was taken by the Vampire King and has not left the room he took her to.”

Most of the book's only briefly mentioned the subjects, and quickly dropped them entirely as they went on to discuss new things. On my fifteenth book, I managed to find a passage that was somewhat helpful. Bridges Between Realms Bridges are created by blasts of high-powered, raw, magic that strike at the heart of both realms. They often require use of each element to be accomplished. There have been hundreds of attempts, all except for one, have ended in death. Once a bridge is forged, there is no known way to break it without damaging one of the two realms. Should one realm fade or be destroyed, the bridge would shatter.

He interrupts my thoughts, "But it wasn't a hybrid, nor a woman as Sabre stated." "What do you mean?" confusion filling my head. "The bridge was made by one of our cubs, and not a hybrid. In fact, no werewolf has crossed our boarders in a while Arthur." he explains. ***

“I wonder if that was how I looked when I first saw it completed and operational.” “When was that?” Sebastian laughed, putting a hand to my shoulder blades to usher me forward. Gesturing for me to walk between the great trees and out onto the clearest, greenest meadow I’d ever seen. “Long, long ago.” He murmured as we walked up the hill and through the green valley toward the long wooden bridge that seemed to strain far too high upward. I glanced at the moat. It would have to, to cross that. But I couldn’t imagine a bridge that high being steady.