Hell's Gate Bridge Alabama Novels & Stories

“But right now we need to concentrate.” The party marched on in silence that was as severe as a closed door until they got to a stone bridge with sharp edges over a deep gap. The moonlight lit up the foaming water far down below so that the bridge, already precarious, seemed even more so. "Of course," Jax replied, looking over the edge. "Nothing says 'ominous altar' more than a crossing that goes straight to your death." Selene pointed toward the far side, where the entrance to another tunnel was marked by faintly glowing runes. “The altar’s through there.”

for a long moment he didn't answer. Then his expression darkened. "It's not a warning." My stomach tightened. "What is it?" Ezekiel brushed dirt away from a section of stone, words appeared beneath. Not symbols, but actual words. Old but readable, Tyler moved closer. I followed closely behind incase he fell. The message was simple and short. Yet it made my blood run cold. The False Bridge walks east. Nobody spoke. "What?" Matthew said, frowning. Ezekiel uncovered another line. The True Bridge has already awakened.

I guessed this was the home of the demons. My phone made a high-pitched sound, and I glanced down at the screen. “The driver’s at the gates.” “Where?” To the left was more of the walkway, leading to a little bridge that housed an island within the lake. I glanced right, finding a set of tall, iron gates decorated with gold. “This way.”

Sam immediately went forward to Arabella and lowered his voice to say, “Who is this man? Those two security officers acted as if they were his grandchildren when they saw him.” “Curiosity killed the cat.” Arabella pushed his head away from her and walked faster to catch up to Caleb. There was a chain bridge located on the eastern side of the resort, and below it was a creek. Caleb told her that Alexander and Daniel would come here for lunch after they had surveyed the place. When that time came, they would walk past here and, hence, he allowed them to wait here. There was a wooden book house beside the chain bridge that looked very traditional and elegant.

Amazons loved riding horses and being assigned to tend to their care was a high honor. Thirty meters inside the gate was a bridged gulch. After dark, the bridge supports were removed turning a clear shot into the center of camp into a waiting death trap. If there was any doubt, the gulch, so comforting and protective, was a blast zone as well - designation: The Barbecue Pit. I couldn't find it, but I was sure there was an altar somewhere to the matron goddess for this summer camp, the Goddess Paranoia.

The whole structure trembled under them, wood complaining but holding. Caleb’s face was tight with concentration. “I hate bridges.” Gabriel walked alongside, one hand hovering near the railing but not touching it. “Most bridges don’t care.” “That’s not comforting.” “Wasn’t meant to be.” They reached the far side. Only then did Evelyn breathe fully. One by one, the vehicles crossed. The second made it cleanly. The third slipped halfway across when the rear tire hit mud on the approach and came onto the bridge at a bad angle. Wood shrieked. Someone inside screamed. The truck lurched toward the broken side rail.

It horrified my muscles at the sight of the giant wheel to open the gigantic heavy gates, but Vaughn went on a different route. We passed through a tunnel before entering a staircase and went down with hurried steps. It gets darker and noisier as we go deeper downstairs. After he opened the door with a slight effort, the harsh icy wind pushed me back a little. The noise was coming from the violent waters beneath us. I looked up at the other cliff in front of us that was connected by a questionable bridge below. The distance from the start of the bridge was small, and there were no safety pillars to protect your life. One slip up, then it’s not your problem anymore.

"If we get into the water, the temperature difference might mask us. But we have to cross the Bridge of Sighs to get to the Neutral Zone." ​The Bridge of Sighs was a massive, crumbling expanse of steel that connected the Gutter to the old industrial shipyards. It was a bottleneck, a place where the Syndicate usually set up checkpoints to catch runaway Alphas. Tonight, with the power out, it was a silhouette of jagged metal against the flickering green sky. ​The Ambush ​As they reached the foot of the bridge, the air suddenly vibrated with a low-frequency hum. A searchlight, brilliant and cold, cut through the rain from above.

Good people could cross the bridge smoothly, while evil people would be thrown into the Bloody Pool to suffer. There was a stone pool under the bridge called the Bloody Pool. In the Bloody Pool, insects and snakes were all over the place, and the pungent smell filled the air, making one terrified. This bridge was the Naihe Bridge which terrified ghosts and living creatures. Next to the Naihe Bridge was a mud platform. It was none other than the Home Gazing Platform. Beside the River of Forgetfulness, there was a stone, which recorded all the previous and present lives.