Novel & Cerita Dog Suicide Bridge

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.

If it weren’t for the fact that Sage is in imminent danger, I’d be out there looking for Hunter myself. It doesn’t take us long to get to the section of the bridge that my brother’s hiding in. The area is just as rundown and foreboding as I remember. Homeless people are loitering the grounds. Some are standing by a makeshift fire or trolling around with broken-down shopping carts. There are several box houses and improvised tents around the debris-ridden ground. The columns of the bridge are all covered in graffiti and stained with dirt and grime. Once we step out of the SUV, the people become unsettled. Some scurry away, while a few hides in their shelters and others look on warily as they

“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.”

If the bridge connection is severed your species may become difficult to detect. “How.” The being looks at me. Your neural signal is the strongest marker of your civilization. Matteo frowns. “You mean Aidan.” Yes. Ezra’s voice turns sharp. “You are suggesting we remove the bridge.” Correct. My throat goes dry. “Remove how.” The Custodian’s answer is calm. Permanently. Silence slams into the chamber. Matteo stops pacing. Ezra does not move. I feel the words echo inside my skull.

"Check the thermal sensors on the bridge supports. Now." Lorenzo tapped a few keys on the dash. His face went pale. "Multiple heat signatures... Christ, she’s right. They’re rigged to blow the supports the moment we reach the center." The SUV screeched to a halt just yards from the bridge's entrance. Dante didn't wait. He grabbed me by the arm and pulled me out of the car. The rain drenched us instantly, my purple dress clinging to my skin. Boom. The center of the bridge erupted in a ball of orange fire, exactly where we would have been five seconds later. Metal twisted and groaned as the asphalt collapsed into the black river below.

Evelyn whispered, her eyes narrow. They had found a shifter with a terminal wasting disease—a man who knew his days were numbered and wanted his family provided for. They had bribed him to be the hammer. Dead men told no tales, and the bridge was famous for its accidents. It was the perfect, untraceable kill. They had followed the cab from the restaurant, maintaining a safe distance until the truck struck. Now, the river was silent. Lauren opened her door and stepped out into the cold air. Madison followed. They walked to the railing, peering down into the churning water. The current was fast and unforgiving.

"You disagree, fine. But don't pretend your position is objective truth." "You're too young to understand the dangers," the older woman said. "We've been bridges for decades, centuries in some cases. We know what happens when the Void gains too much influence." "What happens?" Luna challenged. "Specifically. Not vague warnings, actual examples." The bridges exchanged glances. Finally, Thaddeus spoke. "Three hundred years ago, there was a bridge named Marcus. He believed, like you, that the Void deserved consideration. He created connection points, allowed Void entities into the mortal realm. Within five years, an entire region had fallen into despair. Suicide rates skyrocketed. Wolves lost t

His voice was laced with anger. My breath instantly got stuck in my throat. He knows I lied to him? Yep, I still think I should be dead by now. This was the perfect opportunity to just die and escape both the wrath of the mister and the loan sharks. But I don’t even know where I am right now. This didn’t look like the penthouse suite at Morzi. “Is…is there a bridge nearby?” He scoffed, incredulously. “What’s this obsession with killing yourself?!”

the speed increased, we caught up with the others and even surpassed them. The further we went the chiller the air became, even the day darkened unnaturally, my heart nearly leaped into my arms on sighting what was before us. A long endless bridge, carved with skulls, some in their wolf form, some in their human form, the bridge rumored to have no end. “You can't be serious. It actually exists” I muttered, “forged from the bones of everyone who failed to pass,” Cain’s voice turned solemn, “Aria, shut your eyes,”