Devil's Bridge Death Novels & Stories

Her breasts bounce up and down as the demon thrusts into her with great force. My attention is diverted to the entry of my throne hall. Josiah and Chelsea strut through the entrance with a human male victim. “Where is my Bridge,” I mandate for response with surging rage that halts the sex going on all around me. They bow their heads as Josiah explains, “Master, we have found the Bridge, but she was taken by the Vampire King and has not left the room he took her to.”

I can't place where exactly. Vincent Halstead, the Devil of Deals. Was that the same man I met? This elusive Devil just handed me a kitten? “I don't know, what if it's not him?” “There's only one way to find out,” Seraphina sighs. “What do you think though? Did he have the devilish aura?” “Oh he had more than the aura. He looked like he stepped out of hell or something—” The door opens and Charles walks in. “Sera, I'll call you back.”

The third swerved, rising higher into the sky to prepare for a kamikaze dive. "Alex, look out!" Elena screamed. The third drone didn't go for the SUV. It went for the bridge they were about to cross a narrow, rusted-out span over a deep, rocky ravine. The drone slammed into the support cables, its payload detonating with a blinding flash. The bridge groaned. The asphalt beneath the SUV began to tilt. "Alexander!" Elena lunged for the steering wheel, but it was too late. The SUV tipped forward, the front tires spinning in mid-air as the bridge gave way. They were falling not into a digital abyss this time, but into a very real, very jagged canyon.

Till he was just the breathing silhouette Sebastian had seen. Sebastian knows because he had felt the same. The day of Sarah’s death, he had felt a rage higher than a tower. He lost consciousness of every sense of morality that he had even pulled his gun scaring the kids that stood just where his daughter had left. He recalled the feeling of emptiness when he held lifeless Sarah on the ground, such that he had even wished a truce with the devil. If only it worked that way. So when Sebastian laid his eyes on the man, he knew exactly how he felt. A broken father.

In a dark room a man was, tied to the chair just in his boxer, blood all over his body, screaming on top of his voice to save him not able to bear the pain Little mouse’s feast upon him like an endangered lion He felt relief hearing the door open sound but he knew what's coming next will be more worse than this coz there stood the almighty the Beat the Devil aka Shivay Singh Oberoi all ready to kill me with just look, he gulped down hard knowing no one is going to save him from him, he dug his own grave no matter what no one can underestimate the Man standing in front of him All his hard works of destroying him are costing his life now probably the worst death he ever imagined

he tightened his grip on my pants to maintain balance. "To everyone's shock, it was one sunny afternoon, at exactly 3:25 pm, Leonardo showed the finished bridge, in the mind of Don Gerard (Aurora's father), he doubted but left with no choice, he gave his daughter to intertwine in love with the man" he took a deep breath as he made another heavy step, this time, we are nearing on the middle of the bridge "they wasted no time, Aurora and Leonardo decided to live together away from Don Gerard, at the back of his mind, he never forgot the deal, he led his girl to the bridge, walking side by side as they merrily chanted their plans of building a family, a swirl suddenly huffed and swayed the tree

And it's ironic because that day was the first day he ever truly called my name with compassion. Blinking away the memory, I bend over the sink and splash water on my face, a devilish grin on. Maybe Papa was right when he said I was from the devil. Else, which child would tie her father to his favorite wooden chair and set him on fire? I felt nothing that day, even though I had a beating heart. I didn't pity him, even though I had a soul that was meant to be kind. Then again, maybe I was once an angel, a mockingbird killed by the wickedness of the ones I loved the most. Maybe it was Papa that turned me into the devil I became today.

With both arms outstretched and the strong wind blowing through my body, my voice and Loyd and Lucas' hunt boomed. The asphalt road I was walking on was cracked. The pillars supporting the bridge connecting Terrasen with the outer city were also broken. Slowly, there was a cracking sound, and blaammm! The bridge collapsed into the river. The wild werewolves and low demons fell into the wide river. The rest at the end of the bridge could not advance any further. They are trapped at the end of a broken bridge. I stood accompanied by Ailyn. We saw the wild werewolves and lower demons who couldn't advance to Terrasen begin to retreat back to the outcast city.

I hit the bridge hard, nearly slipping through a gap in the rotting planks. Rael was right behind me. Then the Revenant struck. Its claws slashed through the bridge’s supports. The ropes snapped. Everything tilted. Sienna screamed my name. I reached for something—anything. My fingers caught the splintered edge of the bridge just as it collapsed. Rael grabbed my wrist. Their silver eyes burned with determination. “I’ve got you,” they growled. I dangled over the abyss, my legs swinging over nothingness. Below me, the chasm stretched endlessly into darkness.

He hid where only those closest to him would think to look. As I mentally retraced our path into this part of the city, one image lingered: the overhead bridge near our street. I remembered the murky waters beneath it. Rumors said the water wasn’t deep, but years ago, a teenage girl had fallen off while playing too close to the edge. They said she died before help arrived—before 911 could even be dialed. Since then, no one dared walk beside that water. People only used the road on top of the bridge, leaving the underside a silent, ghostly passage.