The Bridge Kingdom Series Novels & Stories

she complained"what pursuit are you all trying to evade from me. H, you, Charles Roach, the man I can ever trust--keeping me out of this unknown pursuit. now Cain.." "you're a smart woman Rylee." her husband said almost affectionately"but I find I gravely disappointing that you might be comfortable with the lie that I wish being a school teacher for the town's good without any much ambitions--like your father who helped construct the London bridge." "the Patriot bridge you mean?" he eyes her. "who do they all call it the London bridge, even when London isn't even fourth miles away." "Adulf Cain is from London." she didmt know what that meant and suspected it was her head pulling it's strings

Of course he does; he's the shifter King. The car stops at the end of a long stone bridge. Adrian leaps out to open my door. He's actually really sweet when is not being a flirty dick. "This way, my Princess," he smiles, linking his arm through mine. The bridge is made of smooth stone and is wide enough for five or six people to walk side-by-side. The waist-high stone walls on the edges would do nothing to prevent people from falling into the river if a fight were to break out here. I glance at the river, wondering what could live in there, and that's when I notice the large crocodiles sunning themselves on the stone ridge at the base of the castle.

Bridge endured so Hope could finally, truly, completely become nothing. Bridge suffered. Hope rested. Exchange was made. Price was paid. Bridge suffered. Forever. Willingly. For Hope. And that suffering was beautiful. Was meaningful. Was exactly right. Bridge suffered. Hope rested. Love made it so. Forever.

Spitfire was not about to have a bridge that his mates were likely to be crossing - as well as their kits - be constructed in the sloppy, wobbly style King had used. A trip back to check Guru's extensive library and Spitfire found a book on architecture featuring several styles of bridges that were more stable and easy to travel. Another couple of hours of planning and they were ready to do the long, boring spell to weave the bridge. To save time and energy, Spitfire returned to the house and left Cosmo in the castle. They each secured the bridge behind a set of matching black mirrors that were secured against unapproved crossings - a precaution against both Demons and future kits. Now it wa

the nurse said and bowed. If you don't know, Yna, Alexa, Me, Clarence, Blaze, Clyde, Drake and I are princes and princesses. This is because there are 6 kingdoms. First is the Fire kingdom where the prince and princess are Blaze and Alexa. Second is the Earth Kingdom of which Clarence is the prince. Third is the wind kingdom where the princess is me. Fourth is the Water kingdom where Yna is the princess. Fifth is the Ice kingdom of which Clyde is the prince. Sixth is that the Royal Kingdom is the ruler or highest and most powerful of all kingdoms and it’s prince is Drake and Princess is the princess. Maybe it’s already obvious what power we had right? But the princess is in the mortal world

She knew that Mac trusted her, but she didn't want to give him any reason to suspect her. They counted up to twenty thousand coins; that was more than Mac had ever made. He started bawling with excitement, his hope already in full bloom. The Blood Kingdom... Deep within the dark forest of the Blood Kingdom, there stood a grand palace. It was surrounded by a toxic river that emitted poisonous gases and could only be crossed by a special boat owned by the Blood king. A thick fog surrounded both the river and the castle, and whoever was crossing would have to be very careful to prevent falling to his or her death.

“It’s… 1438 AE, Your Majesty.” My stomach dropped. No. No. No. “What kingdom is this?” I asked, though I already knew the answer. “Earldom, my Queen.” My voice cracked. “Who rules this kingdom?” “King Alaric,” she said softly. I froze. The Raven King. The man I’d just insulted in class that morning. The tyrant who burned the world over a betrayal. “Shit,” I whispered under my breath. “This has to be a joke.”

"Four children think they can change the world? How adorable." "We don't think we can," the Bridge Children replied. "We know we can." With that, the battle began. The enemy army charged forward, and our allies met them head-on. What followed was the most incredible battle I had ever seen, even in my visions. Werewolves fought vampires in hand-to-hand combat. Witches hurled spells at Shadow witches. Dragons battled other dragons in the sky above us. And in the center of it all, the four Bridge Children moved like they were dancing, their combined power destroying enemies left and right.

When I first started writing Kingdom of Ash and Blood, I never imagined how far this story would carry me. What began as a spark — a single image of a woman standing in the ruins of her past — became a journey that taught me more about strength, love, and survival than I ever thought a story could.

She brought out a silk handkerchief, using it to wipe Vivian's face. Vivian smiled at her kind gesture and responded; "I couldn't stop myself. You do know how your king is right? He has a weird mood swing. I only met him yesterday and that was enough for me to know how cold and heartless he is. I was doing him a favor by agreeing to be his bride and I even came all the way from my kingdom but he doesn't even appreciate that?! Trust me, your king is a cold and heartless man? I would be surprised if he even ends up in heaven," "Hell is a great place too, you know?"