Devil's Bridge Death Novels & Stories

“He knew that they drowned, Declan.” Everyone in Embercrest knew it was a car accident, but they died of drowning? Even the council didn’t know that. Serena and John were the first at the scene, and John was practically missing. I only saw him at the Alpha and Luna’s funeral. And John was loyal to Serena’s family. “They drowned?” I echoed. She nodded. “We found their car under the Hollow River. There was a part of the bridge over Hollow River that had been ripped apart. Their car probably drove through it, and they weren’t able to unfasten their seatbelts and drowned.”

"Aren’t we just too high?" "Shut it!" Lyx groaned. The three freshly collected evil souls closed their mouths immediately. Derrick raised his brow while observing the three. He could recognize their voices—the same voices that he had just heard earlier. "You all died in a car accident," he said. "We did!" The tallest of the three yelled. "This was a mistake; we are not supposed to be here. We are not supposed to be in hell." The devil grinned. The look on his face was chilling.

' 'no response,' Dante staggered back against the wall in shock, his friends running to him, Sophia and James crying, Knox had tears in his eyes, and Gabriel looked broken, after a few minutes that felt like a lifetime. the doctor came out, removing his blood-covered gloves and throwing them into the close by bin, he couldn't look up, 'doctor please,' Sophia sobbed out, clutching her hands to her chest and her cries numbed everyone further, doctor Mark raised bloodshot eyes to his alpha, a tear sliding down his face, 'I'm sorry, she's gone,'

From the stories, the rumors or the whispers. Even the legends clearly state and mention that great name that had traveled far beyond its homeland and now the owner of that name stood directly before them and they are not even on his good books. The Devil incarnated in the body of a young dangerous son of the Don of the Ndrangheta clan, the harbinger of death whose tale precedes him was the very person in their presence now. “The devil” “He is the harbinger of death oh no why did I come on this mission today?”

The black liquid was spilling over the lip of the pool, reaching for the tanks, reaching for the exit. If we just left... the priestess was right. It would follow us. It would find Valen. I couldn't let that happen. I looked at the stone bridge. I snarled, turning away from the squad. I charged the bridge supports. NO! Kane’s voice echoed in my head. I hit the stone arch with everything I had. My shoulder shattered the ancient masonry. The bridge crumbled. It fell away into the abyss, leaving a twenty-foot gap between the platform and the tunnel where my squad stood.

was splattered all over the wall in blood. Was this Sinthos character, what Mrs. Rosenthal was trying to warn me about? Was, Sinthos, the shadow of evil I had encountered earlier? I became dizzy from the questions swimming around in my brain. “Detective Riley, you said the majority of the people living on this street died in the bridge collapse. Is it possible, some made it over the bridge, or got into an accident beforehand?” “We can get an accurate census of the bridge incident from officers Kennedy and Lewis for possible survivors.”

“Oh good, we’re all dying tonight! *Encore!*” Ace revved the engine, tires spitting gravel as the SUVs surged closer. “Dawson,” he barked into the radio static. “Where’s the exit?” “*Two miles north. Bridge. Make it count.*” Valerie leaned between the seats, her scar catching moonlight. “Bridge? You mean the *death trap* bridge?” “Trust me,” Ace muttered, swerving as bullets peppered the rear windshield. “Trust’s a strong word,” I said, bracing against the dashboard.

I stood in my feet walking towards her. She stared at the hammer I had in my hand, I forgot I had it until I followed her gaze. I threw it aside, not wanting to scare her. "Who are you? What have you done to Daniel?” A tear fell on her soft cheek. I straightened my posture before speaking. "I killed him. There is no Daniel anymore, only Clyde.” Her eyes rolled back and her body fell like a flower in front of me. Good thing I was at a close distance so I could hold her. I took her in my arms bridal style. I looked at the pig who had already fainted because of the pain.

"Some street bastard named Matteo killed your father." The words hit Aiden like a punch to the gut. All the heat from the kiss vanished instantly, replaced by cold shock. "What?" Aiden whispered. "Your father broke off a deal with them," Vito continued, his tone casual. "Cheated them out of money and goods. So they took payment another way." Aiden felt like the room was spinning, his hands clenched into fists. Matteo. That was the name. That was who killed his father. Vito set his glass down and looked at Aiden. His eyes were sharp and calculating, trying to figure out how much he could handle.

“Too late. You already tried your luck with me.” I looked into his eyes—desperation, fear, and something pitifully like regret swimming beneath the surface. “You wanted to know why they call me the Mafia Devil,” I said, voice dr,opping to a whisper thick with menace. His nod was frantic. I smiled—a slow, cruel curve. “Do you get it now?” His eyes widened just before the cold barrel of my gun pressed against his temple. “I don’t do mercy,” I muttered. The shot echoed, final and unforgiving.