Burning Bridges Book Novels & Stories

"Oh. Well, that's... I'll miss seeing you around." I picked up a book at random, one of those paperback romances with a couple embracing on the cover. The kind where everything works out in the end. "I'll take this one," I said. Mrs. Dang rang it up, then added a bookmark. "On the house. For your journey, dear." Back at the hotel, I sat on the bed with my new book and the memories of my goodbye tour. I hadn't gone to see Serena. That bridge wasn't just burned, it was scorched earth. There was nothing left to say to her.

Yet now, just like her mother, she chose Luther over me. Leaning against the headboard, Luther smiled and picked Naomi up in his arms. "You're really my sweet girl, aren't you, Naomi?" Willow immediately stepped forward with concern. "How are you feeling? Is your head still spinning?" What a perfect picture of a family of three. A cold laugh escaped my throat as I shook my head, forcing down the dull ache in my chest. Once I picked up my ID and passport, I turned to leave. … After booking my flight, I stared at my phone. The screen showed a departure three days away. I looked up at the full moon hanging in the sky, and my thoughts began to drift.

The bridge trembled, cracks forming beneath their feet. “Move!” Elysia shouted, grabbing Alex’s arm and pulling them forward. The group sprinted toward the anchor as the bridge began to collapse behind them, Morgana’s laughter growing louder with each step. End of Chapter 32 This chapter brings the group to the edge of the Rift, where the stakes are higher than ever. With the final anchor in sight and Morgana’s influence growing stronger, the stage is set for an epic confrontation.

Because Mira wasn't the only casualty anymore. This wasn't just destroying warriors. Or Alphas. Or witches. Entire villages were burning. Families were dying. Children were being left alone. The Bridge wasn't merely a target. It had become the center of a storm. And everyone caught near it was paying the price. I stood still for a moment then gathered my thoughts and continued walking. I had to keep walking to at least make some things right.

The rules I have learned so far are as follows: o Rule One: Bridges are not allowed to use magic for self-benefit, hence why I am broke. o Rule Two: Bridges are restricted in using magic or thought to cast vengeance or harm to those they have bridged, even unintentionally. o Rule Three: Bridges must endure selected traumatic hardships to better acclimate them to various scenarios of pain, fear, hope, and despair, hence my PTSD, anxiety, and depression. o Rule 4: Bridges cannot undo, tear down, or destroy, by any means, the bridges they laid for others. This basically also plays into the no vengeance or recourse allowed rule.

The taste of him was still on my lips—a reminder of the bridge I was trying to burn, and the man who was determined to keep the fire from starting. *****

“Then we make the river a wall.” He looked up. “Burn the crossings. Flood the fields if you have to. We make them fight the land itself.” By nightfall, fires glowed along the riverbanks. Emma and a group of younger wolves stacked oil barrels beneath the old bridge while Adrian directed them from above. The smell of pitch hung heavy in the damp air. Emma glanced up as Adrian descended the slope, torch in hand. The light caught the sharp lines of his face, the exhaustion in his eyes. “Once this burns, there’s no turning back,” she said quietly.

The bookshelves were thrown away from the walls and the desk was carved in half as though someone had taken out his anger on the innocent furniture. The scene shifted and again she was standing naked on a street. Again she heard the whispering and again she found a burning building. Walking through the door she found herself in a library, just as destroyed as the office had been. The scene shifted again and again. Always she was taken to a burning building and always she found herself in a room of books.

C H A P T E R 1 2 : W H E N H E R E A L I Z E S "I set fire to all the bridges that would lead me back to you. But I wonder, why couldn't I burn the boats?” ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬

Those black eyes ignite with the flames of a wild beast, finally erupting into a sea of fire that spreads endlessly. A sea of fire that spreads. Like a scene from an apocalyptic movie, Bridge number one in the distance is burnt to distortion in the scorching flames, collapsing from the middle just like a bar of chocolate melting away. The steel structure crumbles, and the bricks and stones tumble down. A pale figure falls from the bridge, looking as if it's soaring up into the sky.