Burning Bridges Book Novels & Stories

Nadia's POV. “Stay where you are!” his voice broke out. She tried, but the stone beneath her cracked again. The bridge was dying, piece by piece, swallowed by the fire below. Nadia surged to her feet, her hands burning with firelight. The bond inside her bloomed. The smoke in the air cleared just enough for her to see the Seer standing on the far edge of the bridge, untouched by the destruction. Her white cloak rippled like smoke, her silver eyes glowing brighter.

Julian didn’t look up. He fed another twig into the fire, watching it catch. “We need to stay sharp,” he murmured. “Lazarus wasn’t exactly sure what happens on the bridge.” He sat back on his heels, eyes narrowing at the thought. “Said not many have made it across… and if they did, they didn’t come back.” A pause. “The bridge is hexed. Designed to keep people from traveling further. To protect what’s beyond. To trap what’s already crossed.”

It turned out to be too easy. With one last glance at the back of her, she stepped out into the night. The antique church was deserted, as were beautiful stained-glass windows now blanketed in the dirt. The air was thick with the heady scent of damp wood and forgotten prayers. Jenny stepped internally cautious, her palms trembling. The best mild got here from the broken roof, in which the moon cast long shadows across the empty pews. A parent emerged from the darkness. Jenny’s breath stuck in her throat.

"Please make yourself comfortable while I go check on our patient." After Petra left, Zack looked around the room. He found it quite cozy and comfortable, perfectly according to his taste. He decided to take a look at some of the books that were stored on the shelves. They were all about curses and psychic abilities, which he found interesting as he had never studied such things before.

It was too little, too late, and too worthless. Finally, after I once again took the flowers, threw them down, and stomped on them, he dropped the act. "Vivian! Just because I'm playing nice, it doesn't mean you can push your luck! Didn't you leave the car with me to avoid cutting off all ties with me, so that I'd come and see you? Why are you pretending to be above it all now? You disgust me!"

The fire began to solidify into a glowing, molten bridge. At the same time, Lila continued to communicate with the crystals, urging them to meet the fire bridge halfway. The crystals and fire intertwined, creating a stable, albeit precarious, bridge. "Quickly, everyone across!" Kai shouted. One by one, the group crossed the bridge. The structure creaked and groaned under their weight, but it held. Alex returned, having found no other feasible path, and crossed last, just as the bridge began to show signs of collapse. They reached the other side, breathing heavily with relief. Ahead of them, the tunnel widened into another large chamber, this one filled with a cool, refreshing breeze.

I was so lucky to have such a funny uncle. Sitting in my hotel bathroom I light another cigarette. I had quit smoking many times but whenever my stress would rise, I would start up again. There were times that I would be so stressed that I would chain smoke until I threw up. Remembering this part of my life might bring me to having one of these times. I go into the main area of the hotel room and grab another bottle of champagne. Afterall, coming to terms with my past should be a celebration of freedom should it not? I sit in the chair that looks out onto the main street. Outside people are laughing and celebrating on a busy Friday night. Many of these people are drunk and simple live in a h

On the third evening after the frost broke, I found the book open again. “A bridge is strongest when it is walked by many feet.” I closed it, my hands steady now. Because I understood. The frost would come again. And when it did, I would not stand alone.

"They will burn them to the ground as they advance." "Let them burn," Alexander replied with icy determination. "Structures can be rebuilt. Lives cannot. We will fall back from the border, burn the wooden bridges behind us, and cut off their supply lines." "Burning the bridges will lock us in as well," Marcus noted. "There will be no retreat for our front line." "We won't need to retreat," Alexander declared, his voice filled with absolute command. "We end them at the iron gorge." The plan was bold, risky, and dangerous. By burning the wooden bridges, we were severing all connections to the northern region—literally burning our bridges to ensure total victory or total destruction.

Carla and Travis watched from the sidelines, hands clasped. “We did it,” Carla said, her voice steady. Travis nodded. “And we’re just getting started.” The scars remained, but they were no longer wounds. Dave, Carla, and the other victims were healing, not just surviving but thriving, their journeys a testament to resilience, love, and the unyielding power of talent reclaimed. ----- This marks the end of the Burning Embers: Scorching Tales of Desire. Compiled short story arcs now made their way to their ends. See you next time. There'll be more ahead. Thank you!