Dog Suicide Bridge Novels & Stories

"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.”

Great, the Labrador had chickened out. The two men were dragging him by his arms towards the railings and his face burned from the pain and the glare that the wounded man lying down was shooting at him. It was a clever idea, they were going to toss him down the bridge and this murder would be seen as a possible suicide. His uncle was cunning, he had devised the perfect plan.

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.

“But their story is famous around here. Witches who tried to change fate and paid the price.” We stare at each other for a moment, the weight of the story pressing down on us. “Well, I guess they should’ve just accepted their fate, huh?” she shrugs, and I chuckle. Way to work her angle. Relentless. As we approach a stone bridge known as the Bridge of Lost Souls, a fog grows thick, almost like a curtain trying to keep intruders out. Each step towards it sends goosebumps through me, and a coldness envelopes us.

I glare at him, but its short lived as I catch sight of the wolves, following us. "I really don't want to die today," I say, getting to my feet. "I see that you get your wish." Sebastian says, I see his fingers extend, his frame becoming taller and broader as he clamps his hands on one of the thick wooden posts where the chains of the bridge are connected. He pulls it off the earth and tosses it down. The bridge shakes horribly, the wolves stumble and halt but Sebastian wastes no time in going for the other post. He rips it off the ground.

He was about to exit the tab, when he accidentally refreshed the website, revealing a newly-uploaded news–just a few seconds ago. Primo’s brows sank as he read the headline which said, ‘Middle-Aged Man, Found Under the Seanna Bridge and Suspected to Have Committed Suicide’ The feature of the corpse was blurred out, but Primo could recognize the unforgettable pair of clothes the middle-aged man was wearing. Round cap, jacket, and loose pants. “A middle-aged man was found under the Seanna Bridge with a gun in his hand. The police suspected that the middle-aged man committed suicide. According to the identification card of the corpse, the middle-aged man was identified as Herald–” Primo froze o

I never went close enough because there was no reason for me to be standing at the end of the bridge. The sentry is tall and looms over me. "Yes," its voice is deep and holds a bit of mystery to it. "I want off this bridge," I say so sternly that I don't even recognize my voice. The sentry makes a growling noise as it lowers its head to me."Are you sure? It is suicide for any jumper to leave the bridge." "Yes lift the barrier."

He crushed the cigarette into the back of my hand. I couldn't fight. The silver had me paralyzed. My wolf howled in agony, but my consciousness slipped. This house—once filled with memories—now stank of blood and burnt flesh. I collapsed. Jack's voice followed me into the dark, cold and final. "Now I can be with Alice. Forever." I screamed inside, calling out to the Moon Goddess, begging for a reason—any reason—for why this was my fate. And then— I died. Drowned in betrayal.

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.