Devil's Bridge Death Novels & Stories

He grasped the railing with both hands as the bridge tilted sharply toward the harbour tracks below. “Elara!” His voice was no longer calm. No longer superior, just desperate. I stepped closer, breathing hard, weapon still trained on him. “Your punishment is for every child you turned into leverage and for the pain you caused me." I fired once, then again. The bullet struck his shoulder. His grip slipped. Morozov fell backward off the collapsing catwalk and disappeared through the dawn smoke into the shattered rail yard below. The final Bratva leader was dead. For one suspended moment, the world went silent except for the groan of the failing catwalk beneath my feet.

There was a crack—then a horrible rip. Blood sprayed across the staircase. Louisa’s lifeless body collapsed backward, her head wrenched away and taken into the air. “LOUISA!” Chris cried out in horror. From the shadows above, glistening entrails slithered across the ceiling like living ropes, dropping down toward him, twitching and reaching. The front door slammed shut with a deafening bang, the lock twisting itself shut with a hiss. Trapped. Rebecca rushed into the foyer from the kitchen, her eyes darting from the gore-splattered stairs to the thing mounted above the fireplace: the Devil’s Mirror.

They menacingly approached Summer and escorted her along the path. They took her to a dark end. It was the deepest part of hell, where red light flickered and molten lava flowed. There was a black rock bridge across the magma river. As Summer walked across the bridge, she wondered whether it was the legendary Bridge of Regret. But there was no sign of Charon, the ferryman. Although Summer wished to linger on the black rock bridge, the creatures forcefully took her away.

Good people could cross the bridge smoothly, while evil people would be thrown into the Bloody Pool to suffer. There was a stone pool under the bridge called the Bloody Pool. In the Bloody Pool, insects and snakes were all over the place, and the pungent smell filled the air, making one terrified. This bridge was the Naihe Bridge which terrified ghosts and living creatures. Next to the Naihe Bridge was a mud platform. It was none other than the Home Gazing Platform. Beside the River of Forgetfulness, there was a stone, which recorded all the previous and present lives.

“Wait, how do you know that? “I have my gifts. It was true, whenever I had passed this bridge I would look down and wonder how he had killed himself if he wasn't so tall. And it was too dry to say he had drowned, yet it had been forty years ago, I didn't know what the river was like at that time, maybe it was deeper. I don't know. “It's not true, it's always with you that evil entity, isn't it? You never managed to get rid of it.

"Now back to business. Like I said, Cleopatra is trouble for us. You have to let go.” "She is my trouble. I'll bear it,” I returned sharply, threw him a glare and turned around. "Don Rossini is dead.” My feet halted. Dead? I felt flutters in my stomach and turned around. “Yes," Rossetti nodded and walked up to me with his hands in his pocket. “And," His gaze swept over my face as though he was scrutinizing me, “According to rumours, you killed him.” My stomach flipped over. Killing a fellow mafia is a heinous crime in the underworld. My chest raced.

it was like the devil himself confessing his acts. I’m indeed the Devil’s Bride. The kind of devil that you’re so comfortable with, before you even realize. The kind that makes your pussy drip, even when you’re angry. “ Megan, just in case my father asks, he shouldn’t know that I told you this or what happens to any of my ex-wives. Okay baby? I need you now like never before. I just thought of letting you know because it just happened suddenly…”

My whole mind kept praying she would say yes "No why?" Oh my "What about dad?" "No I don't think so" OK kill me now. "what's wrong?" "Urm... Nothing I thought I saw you maybe I was dreaming" she looked at me for a while and nodded as she took her phone and began to scroll though social media. "Hmm...what is happening to our town" mum said shaking her head slightly. "What's wrong?" I asked not really interested. "They found two people with dead with large injuries on their necks even tho one's neck was broken but no sign of a struggle " she stared at the phone "poor kids" my whole body stiffened. Broken neck injury. Neck!. Vampires and Necks!

The yell came from Jamarion. "Breaking news! There was an accident that occurred on the Long Bridge at 10:45 p.m. yesterday and it was responsible for the deaths of seven people. One of them was the successful entrepreneur Devon Lake, along with his sister Chelsea. The others involved are fatally injured and the medics are trying their best to keep them alive." Esme regarded the television with wide eyes as it played. Devon's car was shown on television to be the same exact color as the one that belonged to Jamarion, despite the fact that it had been severely damaged in the crash that was shown.

Behind closed eyes, her future played out. They cheer. They laugh. A spotlight lands on her face, tracing the length of her legs. She pirouettes and is beautiful. Her parents are there, and they are so very proud. *** No slowing. Just the hard thump. A millisecond before impact, fear drew Liz’s next breath for her. The first victim of the James Bridge massacre died instantly. Blood splattered across the windshield in a fountain of red. Liz jammed both feet onto the brake.