Devil's Bridge Death Novels & Stories

The bridge was in normal state not until, 'Crrrck' The bridge cracked and the middle part fall down. A big gap appeared in the bridge, however, the cut was clean. Like some cake cut in a very neat manner. Then as if the timing was calculated perfectly, the car also split in half just when it was about centimeter away from the bridge gap, and fall down. She walk towards the edge of the gap and watch as the car explodes and fall down the water. A shame, she won't be able to confirm his death.

He breathed. “Don’t you dare fucking call me that. Margo is dead.” She hissed. “What the fuck do you want, Dex?” “Woah! There's no reason to be so damn hostile towards the guy that gave you your new identity.” Dex said, trying to keep her calm. “Why the fuck would a member of the Devil’s Knights help me after what they did to me?” Bridgette demanded. “You helping that bastard, Digger, keep tabs on me? Is that how that asshole’s minions fucking found us and killed Laurel?”

“They’re going to kill themselves.” “They’re going to get killed,” Talen observed as the guards above them opened fire. The next second a body flew over the edge of the bridge and landed not far from where they stood, the Van Helsing’s body in a mangled tangle of limbs and blood from impact with the bonnet of the heavy-duty Zeus Forest Works Ute that pulled up on the road. A second 4WD drive pulled up just behind. “Ah, f-k,” Talen added as the rear passenger door opened and a woman leaned out.

It was just a way for him to have control and power over me. But I’m the one with the power here. To get my revenge, I would do anything, I would give anything, and right now, I was selling my soul to the devil. But in this story, there are two devils. One doesn’t just know it yet.

“It’s… like a headache, but… different. It’s like the memory’s there, but it doesn’t want me to touch it.” He didn’t push. They sat in silence for a moment, the weight of it settling between them. Then, carefully, he tried another. “Do you remember the river? The one we weren’t supposed to go near?” Ayra’s frown eased a little. “Only because you nearly drowned trying to impress me.” “That was one time,” he said, grinning faintly. “Once is enough.” But then, when he described the old bridge they used to cross, her mind gave her nothing but fog. No bridge, no water, no sound of rushing current — just emptiness.

Evelyn whispered, her eyes narrow. They had found a shifter with a terminal wasting disease—a man who knew his days were numbered and wanted his family provided for. They had bribed him to be the hammer. Dead men told no tales, and the bridge was famous for its accidents. It was the perfect, untraceable kill. They had followed the cab from the restaurant, maintaining a safe distance until the truck struck. Now, the river was silent. Lauren opened her door and stepped out into the cold air. Madison followed. They walked to the railing, peering down into the churning water. The current was fast and unforgiving.

My eyes darted to her tablet, it was a grainy, long-lens photo of a man emerging from a black car. Even in pixels, he commanded the space around him. He was tall,broad-shouldered, black hair and grey eyes. Lucien Alexander. The tabloids called him “The devil.” I looked back at Lina, and shrugged. “So?” I said, a teasing lilt in my voice. “You want to date him?” I gave an eyebrow waggle, knowing full well how ridiculous it was. Dating Lucien Alexander? Impossible. The rumors didn’t just say he was difficult, they said he was the devil’s own son. “Obviously,” I finished, the humor fading into simple fact. “That man is a no-go zone.”

He made it to the edge of the ravine wall in time to see a wicked smile on Victor’s face as he threw one of the men over the side of the bridge and slash the support ropes on his left as he came back up and over to the support ropes on the right. "NO!" Mikail shouted, but to late. Victor had thrown his swords on the ground at the bank he was closest to and had grabbed what was left of the bridge behind him. As Victor started to climb his side, Emmett arrived at his captain’s side and they both looked down to see if any of their enemies had done the same as Victor. The few that had looked up to see Captain Tane and one of his soldiers who was physically larger than Tane threw themselves into

He cried softly and pounded his fist on the ground. "Adrian!" Isabelle sank to her knees and held his hand. "It's going to be okay." She struggled to reassure him as he continued to fidget. "She killed him," he muttered. "I am all alone." "You have me," she said, looking him in the eye. "Isn't that right?" He sobbed like a baby as she held him. Deira had lost her wings. Deira had become the victim of a conspiracy driven by greed.

My eyes remained closed for a moment before letting out a laugh. “How silly of me! I might be labeled as crazy if someone saw me wishing at the moon.” I covered my face with my two hands trying to quiet myself that’s continuously laughing. However, my heart skipped a beat when I felt a cold hand touch my back—forcefully pushing me. I turned on my back to see who it was, but I was a second late. Before I knew it, I already lost my balance and was falling from the bridge. Only the silhouette of the devil who pushed me was the last thing I saw before drowning in the cold river.