Bridge Kingdom Novels & Stories

“I had been expecting you! You’re partner called ahead to give me a notice. Welcome! I’m Father Able Bishop, the Priest of Citador Cathedral. But I bet you already knew that.” “Hi!” I shook his outstretched hand, unable to keep the smile out of my face at his humorous attitude. “I’m happy to meet you Father. I spent my entire childhood here, so it would be an honor to be able to wed in this Cathedral as well.” “Ah! Yes, your fiancé mentioned.” His smile was big and warm, more welcoming than that of my entire town’s people combined. “A pleasant lady she is, your fiancée.” That had me pausing. “You know I’m marrying a woman?”

The night before we are supposed to make our marriage official at the town hall, I decide to leave my fiance, Don Luca Camorra. For five years, Luca's friends have believed I'm nothing more than a gold digger. No one believes it more than Giulia Sereni, the girl who grew up alongside him. She claims that a woman like me—a girl who claws her way out of the slums—can never hide the greed in her eyes. So, to prove that I love Luca for who he is, not for his money, I don't spend a single cent of his money throughout all those years. Even the engagement rings we exchanged five years ago are carved from wood. But when Giulia finds out, she only sneers. "Someone who asks for nothing usu

"Look over there" I mumbled as I look at the place where a large cliff is waiting for us. There is a bridge that is worn out. If you look closely at it, the wood and planks used to build that bridge are nowhere from being sturdy. I assume it would collapse the moment some force was placed upon it. Even a small piece of stone that drops on that bridge would surely make that thing collapse. How old is it? I do wonder. As I look at the surrounding of the place, the vicinity looks as if it was all-natural. As if there is nothing wrong with the whole are. Still, it looks so natural that it feels so weird.

  Just as their heads lifted, Diana opened the passenger seat door and tried to get out—when the door slammed shut and the car forced itself to start again. Diana’s head met another hit, but not as heavily as before. Preston had held her close. The car stopped again. She tried to open the door one more time, but it was jammed. Preston opened his and they crawled out of the vehicle. Thunder rumbled in the distance. The skies were clearly against them. It was as if this was being done by someone watching them—a sabotage, and attack. Immediately everyone was out of the car. A truck they had seen miles back—a black truck—parked at the side of the bridge. They guessed it was someone whose tr

My fingers curl around the railings, feeling the cold metal hit my hand sending shiver down my spine. "Wow! "I muttered as I watch the beautiful view in front of me. It looks like an island. So hunter built his house in an island. Gosh, how rich is he really ? Cos I know to be able to building a fucking mansion in an island isn't a joke. I smile closing my eyes as the wind blow my hair. I giggles as it hit my body giving me goosebumps. That stop when Hunter's voice say behind me. "What are you doing here? "

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

The white carpet had no light to reflect, and so may as well have been dark gray. When they reached the outskirts of the village of East Haddam, they slowed their pace. This was the trickiest part of their journey—crossing the bridge that spanned the river. The odd-looking bridge was half metal swing bridge and half arched steel span, giving it two distinct shapes. The girders of the immovable section curved up in a graceful arch, while the swinging section rose to a triangular point many feet higher than its cousin.

Emeridia had become a city where the strength of its bridges was measured not only by their physical structures but also by the unity and harmony they fostered. One particular bridge became a symbol of their efforts—the Bridge of Understanding. It spanned across a once-divided neighborhood, serving as a tangible reminder of the transformative power of connection and understanding. The Bridge of Understanding stood as a testament to the city's commitment to healing wounds and bridging divides that had long separated communities. It was a place where residents from different backgrounds could come together, exchange stories, and build relationships based on empathy and respect.

As the mansion sat perched on the hill, Sherry had not once left the place on foot. The wide bridge was made of reinforced steel and concrete, withstanding the harsh winds and rains that regularly lashed the Cross Empire. On either side of the bridge stood towering pillars with bulbs, placed at equal intervals. Walking across the bridge that connected the mansion to the mainland was both liberating and terrifying. The height was dizzying, and the bridge loomed over the sprawling city below. For someone with a fear of heights, it could easily be a nightmare.

the speed increased, we caught up with the others and even surpassed them. The further we went the chiller the air became, even the day darkened unnaturally, my heart nearly leaped into my arms on sighting what was before us. A long endless bridge, carved with skulls, some in their wolf form, some in their human form, the bridge rumored to have no end. “You can't be serious. It actually exists” I muttered, “forged from the bones of everyone who failed to pass,” Cain’s voice turned solemn, “Aria, shut your eyes,”