Bridge Kingdom Novels & Stories

The bridge still stood. Cracked. Fractured. But unyielding—a skeleton of a promise arched between the twin cliffs of Elthelion’s Reach, spanning a wound in the world so deep even the bravest cartographers left it nameless. Once, this place had been a hymn: the Bridge of Accord, hallowed by oaths and the trembling hush of hope. It was here that Elara of Flame and Theron of Bone set aside their swords, not as enemies, but as architects of a gentler age.

Then: "It knows!" Thomas ran. The others followed. Flying crystal monsters screamed overhead. Statues battled throughout the streets. Ancient towers fired beams of blue energy into the sky. The Forgotten Kingdom was fighting for its life. Then they reached a massive bridge. Golden. Beautiful. Suspended above an endless drop. The path to the Royal Citadel. Then something landed in front of them. BOOM! The bridge cracked. Everyone stopped. Immediately. A giant crystal beast blocked the way. Twice the size of an elephant.

Was something wrong with the baby? They parted. Aria glanced at me, just once, then turned her head away like she hadn’t. A growl burned in my throat. I swallowed it and motioned for Nyssa to lead. The bridge came into view soon after. Solid. Man-made. Mechanical. It could be raised from the far side. Smart design. The river below was fast and deep. A natural defense. A man stepped forward and lowered the bridge. He waved. Too easily. Too friendly. They had defenses. That meant they knew danger. Yet they were letting us walk straight in.

I asked as I took a side glance at him as we walked down the pathway that was illuminated by LED lights. It felt like I was walking down a garden from heaven. Maybe if the Storms' had remotely looked as beautiful as this, I wouldn't be so depressed about living there all the time. He shook his head. "It is another one of my father's company. It is one of our new buildings. My father had named it Storms' Bridge." He explained. "Oh." That was all I could say. I guess it made sense now. For a second I had almost thought the storms had a bridge under their name.

she complained"what pursuit are you all trying to evade from me. H, you, Charles Roach, the man I can ever trust--keeping me out of this unknown pursuit. now Cain.." "you're a smart woman Rylee." her husband said almost affectionately"but I find I gravely disappointing that you might be comfortable with the lie that I wish being a school teacher for the town's good without any much ambitions--like your father who helped construct the London bridge." "the Patriot bridge you mean?" he eyes her. "who do they all call it the London bridge, even when London isn't even fourth miles away." "Adulf Cain is from London." she didmt know what that meant and suspected it was her head pulling it's strings

If that bridge is destroyed there might be a massive problem. Sure they can self sustain themselves without getting materials delivered from the other Kingdom and they have the harbor for overseas trade but if the flow of information is cut off then it's going to be very dangerous. The Outlaws can attack other kingdom and make rumors that the Eden Kingdom is controlled by Outlaws, that's why they blow the bridge so they can't be attacked. And the other Kingdom might just believe this rumors and might band together to launch an attack on The Eden Kingdom. So they decided to head towards the bridge. Acheval told them he's just gonna hold them down so he decided to stay here to handle the after

" He took hold of my hand and we were no longer in the library. We were standing on a bridge made completely of stone. It was probably eight to ten feet wide and had a rock rail that went to my waist. The bridge began at one tower and arched over the tower directly across from it. We stood in the center of the bridge. I admired the courtyard below. I also noticed three more bridges just like the one we stood on connecting one tower to the nest. It was quite beautiful.

he chuckled. Acknowledging his engagement in the topic she smiled back but then frowned and continued, "The Bridge had no issues at all until that one incident... which was followed by other tragic incidents." "What happened!?" this time he asked in a serious tone. "One of the construction workers fell during the construction and landed into the wet cement under the bridge. Remember, this happened when it was getting constructed. You can imagine the bad reputation of the bridge at that time because of this incident. After this tragic casualty, even more, deaths were recorded. People started using the bridge as their means for suicide. Then..."

“Mr Blackwood, I am no murderer. I don’t know what my daughter told you, but this is all a misunderstanding.” “A misunderstanding?” Orion asked mildly. “How so?” Cain opened and closed his mouth, visibly floundering. Vera felt nothing but disgust watching him squirm. “Why don’t we schedule a meeting, Mr Blackwood—” “That would take another year, Cain,” Orion replied flatly. “I’m a very busy man.” “Mr Blackwood—” “We call on the father of the bride to come walk his daughter down the aisle,” a voice announced over the microphone. Cain froze.

It is easier to infiltrate the quad if they have gaps in their stronghold. We approach the bridge, and harder it is to conceal my presence with just the trees and shadow. Although these lots seem to be dull, they are still honed by the battles they have fought. Spotting ambush is one of their known skills. Two pillars made of bricks from each end of the bridge stand tall amidst the dark. The twin was seldom used to cross over the Inner Gate, being that the use of the main road was more convenient, and other, you'd have to deal with the thieves and some bandits.