Bridge Of Sighs Novel Novels & Stories

I fell hard, my hands scraping against the rough wood. “Get up!” I told myself, scrambling to my feet. But it was too late. The rogues were right behind me. I glanced around, looking for any way to escape. The bridge was broken, the planks missing and the water below rushing fast and cold. “No,” I whispered, tears filling my eyes again. “Not like this.” The rogues closed in, their faces twisted with cruel smiles. I took a deep breath and jumped, hoping to clear the broken part of the bridge.

Stan turned his heel around as Jane reached the center of the bridge while walking slowly. Stan zipped up his jacket as he ran up the steps towards the road while pocketing his hands at his hoodie. He quickly left out of Paul's range of sight as he stares at where Jane had been. She stopped and turned her head slowly towards the other side of the bridge. She saw the fleeting looks of the lantern on the barricades through the bridge with the moon glinting through the sides of the shallow waters. She sighed as she turned her head around to see the waters with those eyes. She looked through the spot where she left the man who rescued her earlier and she saw that he was now gone. She pursed her

“What is this?” Freya was astonished. At the sight of an ancient, bloodied bridge, the tremendous shock ran all the way into the depths of her soul, and she couldn’t look at it directly. It wasn’t only her, Martiny was also stunned. If she hadn’t been sitting on the ground, she would have jumped in shock. Alex also stared blankly at Persephone’s Folly Bridge. He had seen it once in Ksitigarbha’s memories, but now that he was seeing it for the second time, he still felt the deep shock in his soul.

Instead of speaking, I simply walked away, leaving the poor man confused about my silence. This was making me sick. I didn't want this life anymore. I stopped in my tracks when I heard the rushing flow of water beneath me. I slowly opened my eyes and realized I was standing on the side of a bridge. I bit my inner cheek, looking down carefully. I nearly fainted at the sheer height. I recoiled, fearing I might accidentally fall, but then I stopped myself. Isn't this what you want? Isn't this the right decision? So the people around you are no longer taken away from their loved ones, Natasha.

he said. Some two hundred meters, the road became even better. The old, dusty village road was replaced with a new one. He had never seen the cobblestone this shiny. “By my ancestors, what’s this? Is that a bridge? No wonder, why they call it a bridge.” In the distance, he could see a marvelous bridge. “If a bridge is here, there must be a river nearby.” The bridge was large, wooden and freshly made. He moved slowly forward. Two massive support beams were placed on either side of the river. To him, the bridge looked stable enough to pass without harm. He was pleased.

" Lena collapsed onto the floor completely, her face ashen and lifeless. Meanwhile, a thousand miles away, in a small seaside town, I was getting married. The sea breeze carried a damp, salty smell. I sat by my window, looking outside, my eyes going warm. A bridal carriage stood in the yard. Its frame was carved from fine golden rosewood, the details worked with painstaking care. What caught the eye most, though, were the countless pearls set into the wood—each one round and full, like scattered moonlight. Everyone who saw it couldn't help but gasp. "Good Lord, what did this cost?" Susan stood beside me, laugh lines crinkling at the corners of her eyes. "As long as my girl's happy, that's al

It happened on a bridge. Captain Rhaem Calder stood with one boot braced against cracked stone, the river rushing beneath him in restless, uneven currents. The enchantment woven into the bridge—meant to regulate weight and flow—glowed faintly, like a lantern running out of oil. It had been designed for certainty. It had no answer for negotiation. “It’s always let wagons through,” the merchant snapped, face flushed, fingers clenched around the reins. “And it always answers to the seal,” the city inspector shot back, holding up a brass token that now looked embarrassingly dull. He shook it once, as if the metal might remember what it used to be.

The air grew colder, and the silence was broken only by the sound of their own ragged breaths. After what felt like an eternity, they reached a vast chasm that yawned before them. A narrow bridge, barely wide enough for a single person, spanned the chasm, leading to a cavern on the other side. The bridge itself seemed to be carved from a luminous crystal, pulsating with a faint, otherworldly energy. Evie stared at the bridge, a knot of fear tightening in her stomach. The inscription hadn't mentioned a bridge. Was this part of the path, or a trap?

"And you don't leave my side. Not for a second." "I promise," she said. ROSALINA P.O.V The drive to the bridge was quiet. I sat in the back of the car with Christopher. He held my hand the whole way. His grip was so strong it almost hurt, but it made me feel safe. When we reached the bridge, I felt a shiver. It was the same bridge from my dreams. The tall stone pillars. The deep, dark water below. The air was cold and misty. "This is it," I whispered.

I gulped nervously as I look down, only to find the roaring waves of an angry river. "We're running late." Hearing his cold voice made everyone walk with hurried steps. I crossed the bridge with my eyes half open as I screamed violently from time to time. Mother of cow! The bridge was swaying intensely I almost got carried by the strong wind! The others only laughed at me as they walk comfortably. I let out a sigh of relief as soon as I finished crossing that horrible bridge. Now we are currently in front of a huge metallic gate. It was so enormous I looked like an ant in front. There were two tall stone pillars on each side.