Devil's Bridge Death Novels & Stories

1000 years later It was in the middle of winter, in the year of the rabbit. Terrified screams filled the night air as the sky in the human world suddenly turned red, but this didn't last a second before it returned to its original form. Before the eyes of everyone a new star appeared beside a red star called the “ devil's star ” causing a great uproar. All these signs remain unknown to a group of people hiding somewhere in the palace of DeHaven. KINGDOM OF DEHAVEN.

He refused to be the reason anyone died. They reached the far side just as the last section of the bridge split away. A deafening crack filled the chamber. The center of the bridge collapsed into the abyss, leaving only jagged edges of broken stone on either side. Silence returned. Lucien bent over, hands on his knees. "That's... officially the last bridge I ever cross." Astrid almost smiled. Almost. Before anyone could recover, the bronze gate opened another few feet. Cold air poured through the widening gap.

the man spoke placing his hand on the hip as he directed his words at Dylan Parker who stood there with his eyes wide open. "No wonder he's called Hades" Those comments and whispers made the man smirk in victory. Amara just kept staring at the sudden arrival of the man dressed in clothes which were smeared with blood all over. Even though she's too shocked to watch the scene in front of her, she didn't fail to note the name of the devil who's still smirking with a gun in his hand. HADES OF THE MAFIA WORLD, DAMIAN KNIGHT!

she asked inquisitively. “Devils Night is our favorite night of the year, a night of mischief. It started in Detroit but has spread so far beyond all of that. It is a night to celebrate being young and free, a night to have a little fun. I don’t see anything wrong with that.” she was hanging on my every word. It was all true but there was another reason for the name. Devil’s night was also Synestra’s birthday. “One final question, what do you think about the protests and people saying you somehow brainwash your fans with your music?” she asked and I could tell she thought this was a hard hitting question. I decided to have a little fun with her.

Anna implored. "You have to die," David repeated, his finger on the trigger. Suddenly, Anna went limp and collapsed to the ground. David caught her before she could hit the pavement. He inhaled her sweet scent of wildflowers and took in her delicate features - her eyes, her nose, her pink, soft lips. She was like a living fairy in his arms. David never killed children or women, but Anna was a special case. He was caught in a moral dilemma. Just then, two police officers appeared in the alley. David quickly concealed his weapon and picked Anna up in his arms.

He counted to three and kicked the door open, as expected we found something. An injured man crouching down beside a dead corpse. His head shots up, surprise and anger clouded his expression. My jaw almost dropped when I recognized the face. Nathaniel. My gaze shifted to the dead body and my heart squeezed when I noticed that the dead body was Christopher. The Knight brothers, I was still in shock by the news that two were involved in the American mafia and are brothers, well not by blood but still are family. Nathaniel's face was covered in blood and all bruised up, his charming features were almost unrecognizable. Nathaniel was about to reach for his weapon but we beat him to it. All loade

His eyes met mine, and all I saw was deep, overwhelming regret. His lips moved slightly, as if he were silently saying, “Sophia… I’m sorry.” In the next moment, Cole leaned back and struck Quilla hard on the nose. He grabbed her tightly with both hands. Everyone watched in shock as the two of them tumbled over the edge of the bridge, locked together, and fell straight down. A few seconds later, a heavy thud came from below. Silence followed. Rescue workers rushed over, but both of them were already dead.

Lucifer stood up facing Blaze, who nodded immediately. Blaze aimed his gun at Matteo as he waved his hands negatively. "Nooo....Please, Blaze.... plea..." Before he could complete his sentence, a bullet rammed into his skull and he fell dead instantly, his blood splashing on Lucifer. Lucifer actually shot him! Instantly, they heard a scream from afar..... "Ahhhhhhhh" Tatiana was actually hiding in a spot as she watched Lucifer shot the man, this is the first time she'll be witnessing a gruesome scene as she felt insecure and scared instantly.

The video began, and the explosion played across the screen. The burning vehicle, and the collapsing bridge. I watched realization slowly crawl across his face. “No.” The word came out barely audible. “No.” His breathing changed. “He wouldn’t die like that.” The video continued. “He wouldn’t.” His voice grew louder. “He wouldn’t let you kill him!” I smiled. “Even devils die, old man.” His eyes burned with rage. “He’s coming for me, he has to, he has no choice!” I said nothing. Instead, I nodded toward the box.

I took the last car with Rafa and two other ghosts who have hands that don’t flinch. “You coming?” Marco asked once, half grin and half dare. I looked at him, tasted the carnage and the price. “I’m coming for the throat.” We hit the city like a storm. Phone calls, plates traced, feeds found, a driver talked — the world gave up small truths: the SUV had crossed the bridge, took a service road, and pulled into Crawford’s outer estate. Not the main house , a smaller compound, stone walls, men in suits pacing like wolves.