Burning Bridges Book Novels & Stories

"H-how? I remember perfectly well when you were swimming in the burning flames of the poisonous fire." Amethyst muttered under her breath, still analysing the black covers of the big, bold book that she knew she burnt a few months ago. Her hands trembled at its heaviness — at how fresh and old it smelled. Old tales and unknown prophecies were still lingering on every page she turned over.

She replied, almost yelling, and I paused in fear. "If you must get to the wizard kingdom by the only way I know, you'll have to cross the bridge of thorns and flames," she replied, her teary eyes darting towards me. "That bridge of thorns and flames?" I asked with fingers crossed. "Yes, Ro," she nodded slowly, confirming my fears. The bridge of thorns and flames is a bridge we only heard about in myth and legend as young guardians. I have never once believed in its existence. It is a long, narrow bridge laced with nails and thorns around it that burn like lava. It was built with a strange form of magic to protect the wizards when they were faced with great threats.

Ahead, a yawning crack that had opened earlier between aisles—an ink‑filled void we’d been skirting around—began to close. Stone blocks rose out of the darkness one by one, like steps in an invisible staircase, locking together. Words bloomed across them as they surfaced: BRIDGE, SAFE, HOLD. Each block thudded into place with the finality of a period. The floor stitched itself into a path. A screen shard from the Admin’s body spun down, angling straight for Corvin’s head. Before I could move, the nearest shelf lurched sideways just enough that the glass hit wood instead, burying itself in a copy of NEON GRAVE CITY—HAZARD SUBROUTINES The book took the blow and burned from the inside, its text

Jayce whispered, “And we burned.” BOOK ONE COMES TO AN END

Hello, my faithfuls! Ok, I know you all are probably thinking that I've abandoned the book. I have not. Some issues with my chapters had to be fixed, and you all will need to delete the book out of your library and reload it for the changes to take effect. If you're this far in the book, you'll begin at chapter 35 (you're able to refresh your read in chapter 34), and proceed from there. Sorry about the mixup and the time you all had to be away from Mitzie and Alford...they missed you all, too! ;)

She held the corner of my notebook to the fire. ​That was the day I felt a strange surge of power inside me, it didn't whisper this time. It roared. A freezing blue light then began to creep up my veins, turning my fingernails the color of a winter sky. When Lillian burnt the pages, she thought she was destroying my voice, but she didn't realize that when you burn a bridge, you only make the person on the other side more desperate to swim.

webs of lies Chapter 7 It was 9:00 AM, and Ken was getting dressed for work. He stood in front of the mirror, combing his hair, but his mind wasn’t fully present. Flashbacks of the previous night haunted his thoughts. He had been thinking about Jenny all night. He didn’t exactly understand the feeling, but one thing was clear,he wanted to keep her around. His phone buzzed. It was a text from Natasha: “8 PM tonight, love. Can’t wait to see you ❤️”

Then the poetry. Handwritten. Sometimes sonnets. Sometimes messy, jagged pieces that felt like they’d been ripped straight from his chest. One read: If I could be the rain that slips down your shoulder, If I could be the sky you look up at in rage I’d let you strike me down, again and again, If only to stay close to your fire. I threw that one in the trash. Three hours later, it was tucked inside the cash register. And then came the books. First editions. Stories I’d loved. Stories I’d once read aloud to Damien in the Blackwood library when we were young and tangled in something that felt like forever.

The concert's atmosphere grew more intense by the minute, with everyone's focus locked on the stage. It seemed like I was invisible, blending into the shadows of the concert. The dim lights gave me a false sense of bravery. I moved to the beat of the music, letting the rhythm guide my steps. She moved with a rhythm that made the air between us tremble, every motion sent a heat through me that I could not contain. I reached for her waist and pulled her close, the sudden rush of contact hit me like fire, every cell in me coming alive.

“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.