Bridge Of Sighs Novel Novels & Stories

Seraphina A few months later... Sera's heart thrums in her chest as she wanders along the busy street. Huge buildings sprout up all around her. They loom above, shadowing her in their massive wake. Her eyes dart across the numbers over the storefronts. Where is it? Her hand wraps around the vial dangling from her neck, and she continues to look around. People pass her without a second glance. She hears a few snickers or sighs as she ambles into their way.

He watched the city and felt it — the whole of the thing, the accumulated weight of it, the warmth of the known and the warmth of the not-yet-arrived all running together in the November evening. The bus crossed the bridge. He watched the river. He went home. End of Chapter One Hundred and Six

Let's see what horror is waiting on the other side of the bridge. Maybe Rogues? They'll tear me apart and end it for good. My heart pounds wildly in my chest, overpowered by the fury. “If you do this then it only means they are right about you. That Sofia Vez is a coward, a weakling and a disappointment” Inez says. I stop. Not because of her words but the silhouette on the other side of the bridge. What is that? It's massive. “Run please run. I don't want us to die” Inez says but my feet don't move. The air shifts and something snaps.

they chorus, and it still makes something inside me stand a little taller. We roll out. The east bridge the Elders love is old iron and bolted romance, and it smells like rivers and brine. It hums, faint and wrong, along the seam where rivets are older than everyone here. Nova flattens her ears against the sound and glint of green, nettle and verdigris. She’s not wrong. The trace rides the wind like a cat’s laugh. “Pairs,” I say, dropping to one knee where the first hair-thin line crawls from railing to asphalt. “See it?” They do.

CHAPTER 40: THE FALL OF THE IVORY SPIRE The Aethelgard Bridge didn't feel like a bridge anymore; it felt like a gangplank leading to a firing squad. The wind coming off the Atlantic was screaming, carrying the scent of ionized air and the copper tang of the violet sludge bleeding from the Spire. Behind me, the silent army of Scrappers moved like a tide of shadows, their rusted blades catching the erratic flashes of the Rift above. And at the center of the bridge stood the woman who had sold my soul for a seat at a table that no longer existed.

“But their story is famous around here. Witches who tried to change fate and paid the price.” We stare at each other for a moment, the weight of the story pressing down on us. “Well, I guess they should’ve just accepted their fate, huh?” she shrugs, and I chuckle. Way to work her angle. Relentless. As we approach a stone bridge known as the Bridge of Lost Souls, a fog grows thick, almost like a curtain trying to keep intruders out. Each step towards it sends goosebumps through me, and a coldness envelopes us.

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,”

“They have chosen to expand.” James frowned. “What does that mean?” “It means love was never your weakness.” “It is the bridge’s greatest strength.” The tree behind her shimmered. Seven branches slowly illuminated. Only three glowed brightly. Four remained dark. “They are waking.” The woman raised one hand. “But beware.” “Every bridge invites travelers.” “Not all who cross it come in peace.” Everything dissolved. ⸻ Charlotte gasped. They were back. Still standing in the conference room. Still holding hands.

Behind me I heard the door to Marco's room being broken down and men shouting about the bodies and about finding whoever did this. The balcony had a drainage pipe running down the side of the building and I grabbed onto it and started climbing down even though my hands were slippery with blood and I kept almost losing my grip. My arms were burning and my legs were shaking and I was only halfway down when I heard someone lean out of the window above me and shout that they had found me.