Hogwarts Bridges Novels & Stories

He glanced somewhere to our right before lowering his voice, “This is the sixth time Dain has looked your way. I can feel that you have a lot on your mind. Would you like me to placate him so you an take a moment?” Ever grateful for the warrior whose life and will was bonded to my own, I nodded in response. A thousand-watt smile stretched across his face as he greeted my mate and snared his attention long enough for me to slip away. Just a few moments later, I found myself wandering onto one of the bridges connecting the castle’s towers. Out of the four, one had been destroyed. This one clearly had its own brush with death but hadn’t completely crumbled to dust. The pillars that held up the

The moon goddess's power coursed through my veins as I whizzed past the foliage, the memory of the milk-white wisps of energy curling around my unmoving form from the moon distorted in my head slightly as I neared the high towers of the stone hedge. I allowed my eyes to drift to the keeps pits where the guards were supposed to be stationed, my eyebrows tightening into a hard knot when I realized they were empty. All twelve keep pits facing the rear borders were empty. “What the fuck?” I growled under my breath, grunting as I barreled to a stop, balancing on the balls of my hind legs as I thought about what to do next. First Esmeralda, and then the Wicked hag of the mountains, now the castle

As Ksitigarbha watched the beings suffering, his left eye shed a drop of tear as he said, “If I don’t sacrifice myself to save them, who will?!” He rose into the air, rushed into the legion of the undead, and waved his hand to summon an extremely tall soldier. It was a blood-stained, ancient, gloomy, green stone bridge. Dark water flowed under the bridge. A one-hundred-meter-tall, large bronze mirror stood on the opposite of the bridge. This was Persephone’s Folly Bridge! Under the bridge was River Styx! On the opposite shore was the Mirror of Retribution! A loud boom rang out.

The rules I have learned so far are as follows: o Rule One: Bridges are not allowed to use magic for self-benefit, hence why I am broke. o Rule Two: Bridges are restricted in using magic or thought to cast vengeance or harm to those they have bridged, even unintentionally. o Rule Three: Bridges must endure selected traumatic hardships to better acclimate them to various scenarios of pain, fear, hope, and despair, hence my PTSD, anxiety, and depression. o Rule 4: Bridges cannot undo, tear down, or destroy, by any means, the bridges they laid for others. This basically also plays into the no vengeance or recourse allowed rule.

Sorcerer was right behind me running with me. As she saw us running through the bridge, she pointed her two arms at us casting the spell, "EXPECTO-PATRONUM!". Then a wide range of wind started to chase ur through the bridge. It was pretty faster than we were. It almost reach the sorcerer but he pointed his stalf at the wind and casted the spell, "ANAPNEO!!". suddenly another wind arose right under the bridge and collapse with the one behind us. We made it out of the bridge then looked back, and we saw the witch to be very angry. She couldn't pass through the bridge because those strong winds have damaged it.

Hase replied, Kendall then nodded her head and agreed to his idea while Hugh on the other hand was about to get pissed because of annoyance. He shook his head when Hase and Kendall ran away from him again, it seemed like they were the only two enjoying themselves. But he was glad still because the three of them had been having fun like never before. It's quite unusual for him to process every moment because he never imagined that they would have such bonding moments despite their situations. He followed them, he was chasing the two until they reached the Southbridge. "Whoa," The three of them paused when they saw the whole area of South Castrill bridge, it was a gigantic roadway made with ro

The atmosphere was relaxing, inviting. "Wow, this castle is absolutely stunning. I can't believe how beautiful it looks," Pawn Clara said, looking at the castle with her mouth open in surprise. "Yeah, it's amazing. I heard that the bridge in the center is actually a drawbridge. Can you imagine how cool it would be to see it in action?" Bishop Eloise said, seeing the surprise in her eyes. "Can we come to this castle easily like this?" Pawn Clara suddenly asked because she remembered no outsiders were allowed in the Dark Shadow Coven like this.

"I wish I knew. You're right, it doesn't make sense." They both turned to Pux, the gnome's feet dangling off the top of the salt shaker. He scrunched his face up in thought for a moment, his arms over his waist as he stared back at them. "My only thought is that something happened to the main bridge," the small man finally said. "What that could be, though, I have no idea. I've never heard of it happening before." Rhychard glanced around the condo, then remembered that Famallumi wasn't there. "That elf never seems to be around when we need answers," he muttered.

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,”

As we rounded the bend toward the main highway that led to the Fenrir Estate, the reality of what he meant slammed into us. A bridge stood a half-mile ahead, the gateway to our territory. But the bridge wasn't crossing water anymore. The river had turned into a river of white, sightless eyes, thousands of them staring upward, and the bridge itself was being draped in fleshy, pulsating vines that looked like human muscle.