Hogwarts Bridges Novels & Stories

“Damon…. Where are the witches?..” “All will be explained soon. Just be patient.” As we came to the end of the yellow lined road we reached a massive Ivory castle. The castle seemed to be suspended in the air with no support, connected by a bridge system with no way up. “How are we supposed to get up there?!” The wolves trailing us questioned through the mind link. Before Damon could respond the ground shook beneath us before floating into the air carrying us to the first bridge. I grabbed onto Damon for stability and felt his hardened heart soften just a little as he gripped my arms pulling me in closer. The chunk of ground we were floating on connected to the bridge allowing us to walk off

August's POV We just looked at the river. He is not ordinary in my eyes. It's not red, but there's a lot of fog on top of it and I don't know why it's like that. It's also wide, the river seems to be half a kilometer wide before the other side. "Are you serious Lucas that there is no bridge here?" Angel Grace asked in disbelief. "Roooooooooo!" Fyro is second. "Watch this," Lucas said and he put his hand on the ground suddenly some vines collided and he started to cross the river that was forming a bridge but before he could stop, the bridge suddenly broke and turned to ashes! What the fuck?!

August's POV We just looked at the river. He is not ordinary in my eyes. It's not red, but there's a lot of fog on top of it and I don't know why it's like that. It's also wide, the river seems to be half a kilometer wide before the other side. "Are you serious Lucas that there is no bridge here?" Angel Grace asked in disbelief. "Roooooooooo!" Fyro is second. "Watch this," Lucas said and he put his hand on the ground suddenly some vines collided and he started to cross the river that was forming a bridge but before he could stop, the bridge suddenly broke and turned to ashes! What the fuck?!

" Lena collapsed onto the floor completely, her face ashen and lifeless. Meanwhile, a thousand miles away, in a small seaside town, I was getting married. The sea breeze carried a damp, salty smell. I sat by my window, looking outside, my eyes going warm. A bridal carriage stood in the yard. Its frame was carved from fine golden rosewood, the details worked with painstaking care. What caught the eye most, though, were the countless pearls set into the wood—each one round and full, like scattered moonlight. Everyone who saw it couldn't help but gasp. "Good Lord, what did this cost?" Susan stood beside me, laugh lines crinkling at the corners of her eyes. "As long as my girl's happy, that's al

Yvonne looked hollow, whatever she'd seen having carved something out of her. We left Neon behind in the Forest of Lost Memories, still smiling at something only he could see. I hated myself for it. But I kept walking. ++++++++++ The Bridge of Truths materialized ahead, except there was no bridge. Just a massive chasm with darkness below and the distant shore barely visible. "It only appears if we speak the absolute truth," Ravencrest explained. "Each confession creates a section of the bridge. Lies or half-truths will make you fall." "What kind of truths?" Celeste asked quietly.

He stood beside her, close enough that their shoulders touched. "You've become a bridge," he said. "Between the packs. Between the old ways and the new. Between who you were and who you're becoming." She looked at him. "I didn't set out to be a bridge. I just wanted to survive." "That's what bridges are. They survive. They endure. They carry the weight of everything that crosses them." He touched her shoulder. "You've carried more than any wolf should have to. And you're still standing." She leaned into him, feeling the warmth of his body, the steady pulse of his heart. "I couldn't have done it alone."

In truth, there is no bridge—only a line in the void, a hair’s breadth split in the air where light refracts differently. The bridge’s substance belongs to neither wood nor stone. It seems woven of the fog itself, only its visible edge half-translucent, half-solid: where it meets us, it trembles faintly before my eyes, like summer heat rising off stone. Rhaell’s runes now gleam faintly with a dusting of silver beneath; Mae’s binding is threaded into the rope-like edge, silver and ash twined to hold the air itself. The bond is no longer a mere object—it is a promise.

“Cross the damn bridge before they seal it!” Soren sprinted across the planks, his boots hammering the wood. Behind him, two witches tried to conjure a curse circle, Marta’s arrow took one in the shoulder, and I tackled the other to the ground, snapping her wrist before she could speak the final word. The runes on her skin flickered and died. Jory called out, “Alpha, there’s more coming from the left!” “I see them!” The trees trembled. Seven, maybe eight more witches appeared, their eyes glowing gold. They chanted in harmony, voices weaving together into a rising hum that vibrated through the earth. The bridge ropes began to twist and unravel, fibers fraying before my eyes.

He winked and shifted as well. "Let's get one thing straight," David uttered the moment our chaperones are safely out of earshot. "You do you, I do me. I don't plan to play guardian with y'all, we clear?" I beamed. "Crystal!" That's when we hear one mighty groan like some monster waking up with a big yawn. There were several gasps of "the drawbridge!". I turned swiftly, in time to gape at a massive wooden bridge being lowered noisily from the side of the stone building. I stepped back instinctively, fearing that it would squash me flat, bones and all.

Pete on the other hand starred daggers at Khloe for the obvious reason of leading them to their end. They stepped down from the carriage, after the horse stopped, and the gaurds sent the horse away along with the rider. When they got down, they looked around and they realised they crossed a bridge with golden protectors/sides and a glassy floor. It was unusual. "Who will build a bridge with glass." Maria asked as she whirled round and round staring high up to the bright cloud with no sign of a sun. The three looked forward after crossing over and they saw a twist like type of building, made of shards of glass. "Well...seems technological to me!" Pete whispered.