Bridge To Terabithia Audiobook Novels & Stories

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?

Her voice, gentle and soothing, brought the words to life as she read aloud. Alero's story, a testament to bravery in the face of adversity, flowed from the pages like a balm to Thane's battered soul. River watched as his gaze, initially fixed on the ground, began to shift. His ears, almost imperceptibly, perked up, and his eyes flickered with interest. Though his expression remained stoic, River sensed the slightest crack in his armor.

His lips moved, forming silent words. I leaned in, my ear close to his mouth. “What? Zero, what is it?” His breath hitched. A low, strained whisper reached me, each word a monumental effort. “The bond… isn’t just… a chain…” He paused, gathering strength. I held my breath. “It’s a bridge…” His eyes started to flutter closed again. I squeezed his hand, hard. “Zero, stay with me. A bridge to what?” He forced his eyes open, his gaze locking on mine with a terrifying, desperate intensity. His voice was a ghost of a sound, but the words were clear.

“But focus. If your heart wavers, it will collapse.” I nodded and spread my hands. A golden glow spread from my palms, forming into a narrow bridge of light. It shimmered softly, stretching across the dark river. Hardin whistled. “Beautiful… and terrifying.” “Let’s move before it fades,” I said. Alvina went first, then Hardin, then me. The bridge hummed under our steps, glowing brighter with each heartbeat. Halfway across, Hardin suddenly froze. “Wait… did you hear that?”

Finian could almost see his reflection in the brightness on his powder-blue moccasins. Intrigued, the boy bent to pat the animal, but it turned its head to him, blinked its smooth black and pink eyes twice and skittered down the path. Dazed and still intrigued, he stumbled after it. Down the straight path to where the air got darker and the path windier, and then up the path as it meandered uphill. Until they finally reached a long brick bridge.

In a sudden burst of pure frustration, Chika launches his torso sideways, his hard forehead bumping against my skull with a loud smack as his muffled throat barks, "Shut up!" My eyes widen with further distress under his harsh treatment, my brain completely unable to fathom why my own brother is treating my status with such cold violence. The transport continues to tear through the midnight grid for about three full hours, the darkness enveloping the windows completely. Worn out by the sheer terror and the physical pain of the journey, Chika and my own frame eventually drop into an exhausted sleep, our bodies still tightly secured to the iron seat bolts.

And no doubt, have hot dreams about it. It’s another book suggestion from her. I’ve just finished the last one she recommended, and honestly, I shouldn’t dive into another. Once I start reading, I lose myself completely. But this time, she’s telling me to listen to it. Audiobook. That’s new. Before I even realize what I’m doing, I click the link she sent, and in a matter of seconds, the book is purchased and playing through my home speakers. I settle back in bed, letting the narrator’s deep voice wash over me, and within moments, I realize Lucy’s sent me a stalker romance. Great.

I sprinted past witches waiting to hear the news about the baby. Stepping out the front door. The night air hit me like a slap—cold, electric, full of the storm that hadn’t broken yet. My body was already shifting forward, instinct driving every step, every muscle humming with purpose. I had to go. Every second I stayed felt like another howl lost in the dark. But just as my foot touched the old stone bridge leading away from the sanctuary, Audrey appeared in front of me. No sound, no warning—just there, like she’d stepped out of the shadows themselves. Her eyes gleamed under the moonlight, ancient and unflinching.

The kind of broken call, I’ve rarely heard before. Bast ripped free from the furs covering him, willing clothes to materialize around his body as he took the stairs. Joining Elsabet at the foyer door, he shouted to the bridge tower. The drawbridge lowered. Thank you, Dimitrius. Bast’s heart was thrumming in his ears. A kind of sick dead filling his spirit that made him feel cold. Elsabet was mesmerized by the flash of white in the darkness. The heavy loping of the albino beast shining in the moonlight.

Chapter Twenty-Two The soft murmur of Aaron’s voice filled the living room, gentle and steady as he read aloud from Liam’s bedtime book. “…And the brave fox crossed the river, knowing his family was waiting for him on the other side.” Liam blinked sleepily, head nestled against Aaron’s shoulder, his tiny fingers clutching the corner of the book. Sofia stood at the edge of the room, arms crossed, heart hammering painfully in her chest. This wasn’t how tonight was supposed to go.