Hell's Gate Bridge Alabama Novels & Stories

“Forgotten River by Persephone’s Folly Bridge! “Neither is there right or wrong in life, neither merit nor demerit in death! “You could have lived a decent life, yet you’ve chosen to bring demise upon yourself!” The woman was finally moved. She looked at the ancient bridge in horror and exclaimed, “One of the three artifacts of the Infernal Hell, Persephone’s Folly Bridge?” As soon as she said that, a rusty chain rushed out of Persephone’s Folly Bridge and shackled the woman’s soul.

This time, she followed because stopping in the forge-heart of Hell was its own form of danger, not because she had chosen to surrender the path to him. The first chain bridge rose before them from smoke and heat, a test set by something older than reason. Iron posts had been driven deep into opposing shelves of black rock, and from them hung thick chains strung with narrow metal plates, just wide enough for two careful feet, and no more. Below, magma moved in a broad, slow river through the fissure, its surface shifting in dark orange folds beneath a crust that broke open, revealing brighter veins below. The bridge swayed in the heat draft.

She sped up when she found herself approaching a group of drunken young men, terrified of them, jogging over the wet sand towards the shop that was now in her sight. ***************************** It's zero hour, Arn and Kyle entered the cave to burn it, and Jaden and his soldiers stayed outside from the cave. The border of the Black Forest, Isaiah and his band went to protect the eastern side of the sea in order to catch those trying to escape through it.

"Breathe, Damien…Breathe…You can do this." With one click, the door slowly opens. There is a bright light that blinds me but for a moment. No, I am not in heaven. I have entered when these humans have their day. Now let me paint you the picture. This is not a gate that leads into a rose garden. It is not the type of gate that leads into a park. This gate, well, it has landed me in a pile of filth and mud. Somewhere on the outskirts of this city, the gate that leads you to hell is found on the edge of an old abandoned graveyard.

Whatever the case was, Gerald had made his mind up that he would be heading over to have a look anyway. “I’ll be heading over alone, Chester. In the meantime, you should stay here,” said Gerald. “Affirmative!” Sky Bridge itself was located near the Southern suburbs of Qerton City, and it connected two chunks of land separated by a large river. By the time Gerald got there, it was half an hour before midnight and everything was dark and slightly terrifying. Since Gerald still didn’t know who it was who it was who had called him out, Gerald had been extremely vigilant throughout his journey to the river. While he had passed by a few people earlier on his way here, none of them seemed to be the

Around her stood the three Alphas: Vance, his face etched with obsidian scars; Sarah, leaning heavily on a spear with her one good arm; and Kael, whose eyes were fixed on the ramparts above. ​“The main gate is a slaughterhouse,” Vance muttered, his voice gravelly. “She has five battalions of Hounds and at least a dozen Grave-Knights stationed at the bridge. If we charge, we’re not just fighting; we’re volunteering for a pyre.”

And now I was praying to the goddess I didn’t even believe in, not to take her away from me. I sat down again, my hands still folded in prayer. Listening for the doors to the operating room to open. Waiting for a miracle. Swearing and promising myself that I would never let anyone get close enough to hurt her again… The doors opened--- and my heart sank! Only to be bitterly disappointed when Gaia walked in… “Alpha!” I greeted her, standing, and hoping that my gruff voice didn’t scare her. “I’m sorry, but I won’t---”

“I let it happen.” “You did,” Olive says. No hate and no heat. “What do you know?” Denise inhales like it hurts. “South Bridge, last light. Josie’s words to the guard were ‘Foxglove favors the quick.’ That’s the pass at the lower gate too. There’s a driver. Maxwell’s. He idles at the mill road. He uses the old coin code to call the gate, three quick, two slow. If you cut the lights on Crane Street, he panics and goes riverward.” Becky purrs in my ear like a satisfied cat.

Nyx sat down on the couch, her eyes fixed on the flames as if mesmerized. I tried to engage her in a conversation, but she just shook her head, her silence a palpable force between us. Cara's word must have surely triggered all the sadness back to her mind. And now, I was starting to get worried. A commotion outside interrupted us. Harrison burst into the room, his face grim. "I'm afraid we have a problem, Alpha Kieran," he stated. "The eastern bridge on the way back to Windwalker has completely broken. We've received reports that it's impassable."