Devil's Bridge Death Novels & Stories

“Hope that can of Coke isn’t the serial killer, ‘cause you’re squeezin’ it half to death.” I glance down at my tightened knuckles, realizing the metal's crumpling in my grip and I release my clenched fists. I force a weak chuckle, tossing the mangled can aside. “What’s up?” Her smirk fades and she lets out a sigh, as she drops a coin in the vending machine. “There’s been another murder...” My brows shoot up. “Another? Where?” “Under Parkston Bridge. Brutal, this one. It's even worse than the others.”

Wolves collided with the shadows of those wings, thrown across the room as blood and instant death erupted. Vivica froze, eyes wide, her chest rising as she watched the devil himself descend upon them. The dark blue aura surrounding him pressed against her burning skin, sending a thrill along her heated skin, and desire, through her. All the rumors about him turned out to be true. He was the Devil. The real Devil. Finn stepped forward deliberately, each movement slow, lethal, deliberate. He stopped just in front of her, the room now deathly silent except for the beat of her pulsing heat.

My gaze rotated around the room and spotted dad's beaten body sprawled out on the floor and mom's seemingly untouched one hovering over him as she wept. Bathing in overwhelming shock, my hands flew up to cover my mouth. Kasan did this? He's the one dad has been trying to get away from all this time? My lips quivered a bit when it dawned on me... I slept with the man who wants us dead, the man who's so ruthless that people even call him the Devil!???

I heard the shower running and made my way there. “Can you believe that bastard?!” I almost shouted. Cara let out a scream as I barged in. I ignored her and sat on the toilet lid. “Could you at least knock?! What if I was shaving?” “Sorry. Back to my problem.” I said dismissively, and she poked her head out of the shower to look at me. “I talked to the Devil.” “What Devil?” “That Devil, Damiano.” “Ah. Why? Miss him?” She winked, but I only scowled.

he said again. " I've no idea Father, Alpha Zeev's mind cannot be changed on whatever he's set his mind on, did you forget what happened to those who spied on him." A chill ran through the spine of everyone seated, Alpha Zeev is indeed the devil they speak of him to be. " You can go," the king said to the messenger who knelt in front of the throne. A small sigh of relief escaped from the messenger's mouth. " No he can't leave Father, have you forgotten our deal," Mara said looking at the messenger who was half bent. Trepidation filled his eyes as he plopped back to the ground.

He faced the door and moved toward it, one heavy step after another, as if each one cost him everything he had. Later that night, the news broke. Declan Thorne, the former heir to the Thorne Group, had thrown himself off the west side bridge in the early hours of the morning. He left no message. He said no goodbyes. People who knew him could not understand why he had chosen that particular bridge. But I understood. It was the same bridge. The one I had driven off in my past life. This time, he was the one who fell. Dominic switched off the television and wrapped his arms around me. "Do not watch that."

It seems like if you jumped down from the bridge, the water will devour your whole body and you will eventually end up dying in it. “Just by staring at the waves beneath as if I’m out of breath,” I exclaimed loudly. Samael gave me a bizarre glance. “Do you believe it’s merely a river? You’re mistaken because it’s highly crystalline acids, and your body will gradually dissolve if you fall in this bridge or touched it, which is where killing me slowly comes in.” I was taken aback by what he said. “You’re serious, right? Has anyone dared to jump onto the bridge?” I wondered.

Two of the small helicopters flew over us, racing to aid their comrades already inside our perimeter. In their wake, came some hybridized Hummer/Jeeps, including the guy at the swivel mount of what could have been an automatic grenade launcher. He was traveling so fast he almost made it...ALMOST. The bridge had a built-in dip and as the force and weight of his vehicle hit that dip, the entire eastern end of the bridge gave way.

“Don. We found something. You need to see it.” The driver changed course instantly. They reached the old bridge minutes later. The cars behind them stopped at different angles, headlights cutting across the riverbank. Dante stepped out before the car had fully stopped, and Marcello followed close behind. Two bodies hung upside down from the edge of the bridge, blood dripping slowly into the river below. Dante didn’t flinch. He walked closer, grabbed the note nailed between them, and tore it down. The words smeared under his thumb. Come alone, Devil, if you want your bride back.

Mia couldn't believe she was staring at the devil. She couldn't fathom how he was there in the first place. In second place, there was a very rich and powerful man bleeding to death on the restroom pathway of a vessel filled up with the ultra wealthy, and upper echelons of society. This was something straight out of a horror movie. “What the fuck, Luca?!” Her eyes doubled when she heard Lev’s voice. And as it moved, she saw him standing behind the devil, his mouth wide open in shock.