Dog Suicide Bridge Novels & Stories

After my little brother, Cochran Ceberano, dies in a car crash, my parents hand the toy poodle he raised over to me. But I haul the dog to an unlicensed, back-alley animal clinic right away and have him neutered. Why? Because I've been reborn. In my previous life, on the day the dog arrives at our house, he suddenly turns vicious, scratching and biting me at every turn. Afraid of upsetting my parents, I bend over backward to win him over. I feed him the best dog food, and I even sleep next to him on the couch. But he only gets worse. Day by day, my sanity crumbles. Insomnia sets in, followed by auditory hallucinations. I even start dreaming that he's chasing me down and tearing me apart

My car was with the repairman so I had to take a cab home. The road was quiet and peaceful. I decided to walk a little bit before calling for a cab. I was walking along a bridge, admiring the beautiful view of the river when I noticed something, or rather someone standing on the edge of the bridge, looking down. As I got closer, I noticed that the person was trying to commit suicide by jumping off the bridge.

The fighting got worse as three living silver wolves tried to take apart Elizabeth's bridge while her group worked to finish it. Elena could tell through Katerina that the bridge was 80% done. The barrier would break no matter when it reached 100% completion. B Little Katerina said, "We're not destroying it in time."" The bridge moves on its own. "We need to bring down the whole building at once." Alexei said, "That needs more power than three living silver wolves can make." Little Katerina said, "Not if we use the death energy Elizabeth has been gathering."

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.

Money never stayed long enough to even matter. And hope… it feels like one of those expensive things that only other people could afford. I checked my phone it was 3% battery No messages. No missed calls. No one is checking up on me. The city was still busy despite the rain. Then across the road, an incident happened. A motorcycle ran from a red light and slipped on the road, horns sounded so loud, a black SUV tried to avoid it, went off the road, and hit a metal barrier, which made the ground tremble.

"The pressure sensor on the bridge is wired to the truck's engine ignition. If the engine dies, the bridge drops into the river." Silence filled the truck cab. Outside, the freezing wind howled through the wooden beams of the bridge. Deep below us, the black mountain water raged against the rocks. Dominic looked at me. His dark eyes were full of a sudden, terrifying panic that made my heart stop beating. "You have thirty seconds to drop the silver key out the driver's window, Dominic," Victor said flatly. "Or all three of you go into the river.”

He walked across the bridge and saw an old couple helping each other to crawl over the bridge ledge. The old man was going to fall off soon. It seemed like they were going to jump off the bridge together. Wilbur quickly leaped over the ledge and grabbed the old man. He placed him back to safety, then he grabbed the old lady too. They sat powerlessly on the ground, and they were still frightened. Wilbur saw that they were in their sixties, which he did not think was that old. "Sir, madam, why are you two trying to commit suicide?" asked Wilbur. Most suicides were reckless acts, after all. They would regret it if they got over their troubles.

This bridge wasn't just a set for a movie; it was a giant, elevated execution platform. "He's in the lab, Mia," she said, her voice dropping to a silken, lethal purr. "And the lab is connected to the bridge's structural mainframe. If you want to save him, you have to choose. The Engine, or the President." She held up a small, black remote the master trigger. A sudden, sharp crack of a rifle echoed from the towers. A bullet struck the asphalt inches from Elena's hand, the force of the impact sending the remote skidding across the bridge toward the edge. We both dived for it.

It was a suicide route, too narrow for a shifted wolf and too exposed for a human. "The bridge," I said, pointing toward the ridge. "We cut two miles if we cross the gap." "The bridge is a death trap," Kael said, but his eyes were already shifting toward the west. "The Council rigged it with salt-traps decades ago." "Then it's the only place they won't expect us." We ran. The forest blurred into a smear of grey and violet. The child inside me continued its frantic bloom, my joints aching as my body accelerated through weeks of growth in minutes. I could taste the wild mint on my tongue, the signature of the Moon-Wolf.

Luca Knights stood staring down at the black water below him as he stood on the thick cement railing of the bridge. The bridge had to have been at least a hundred feet high in the air or more. Hot tears streamed down the boy’s face as soft sobs wracked his body. It was nearing midnight and there was hardly any cars on the bridge and even less pedestrians, no one to stop him from what he was bound to do. Looking down at both his wrists, he traced the names Williams Roswell and Jedidiah Roswell, the names of his soulmates who he had yet to meet.