The Bridge Kingdom Series Novels & Stories

Try as he might, he could not match her. He rested his head against the child’s, glad that it was no longer cool to the touch. At least he had warmed her some, though her tremors continued just as much as before. Soon he could make out the sound of running water, then the noise of a waterfall. Not a large one, but likely more than he wanted to have to swim. “Nearly there,” Izzy whispered over her shoulder, “we’ll have to step out in the open soon to cross the falls. Ken ye swim well?”

My foster sister, Sylvia Blackwood, was so terrified of being bonded to the cold, merciless Alpha King that she rigged the lot the moment it was my turn to draw. I pulled out the Alpha King. The whole hall erupted. I looked toward my fated mate, Raymond Hale—but he wasn't looking at me. His eyes were locked on Sylvia, and only her. My brother, Carl Blackwood, didn't call out the switch either. He just let them whisper and laugh. I stood there frozen, eyes burning red. Everyone treated it like a joke. They never thought I'd actually go through with bonding with a wolf that dangerous. But staring at the same faces who once swore they'd love me forever—I finally knew. I was done. I was leaving.

Chapter 36: Blood Ties I stood at the threshold, hesitating as the muffled voices from within reach my ears. My heart pounded with uncertainty, but the desperate need to understand what was actually happening inside propels me forward. Slowly, I press my ear against the door, attempting to decipher the words spoken by a male voice which undoubtedly my brother. Amidst the faint sobs, my mother's tearful voice resonates through the room. “Please, Kyle! Please don’t do this!”

Me and Thorn on to the other two. We rode through the forests, it's path was more clear at day and then after a long while we rode past it. Darkness had long settled down and the stars showed above the sky. We then crossed over an ancient stone bridge, its weathered surface covered with moss and brightened by a flickering torch at both ends. Beyond the bridge lay the vampire kingdom, their castle loomed over the horizon, its walls seemed to be composed of darkness itself. “Phew!” I took a deep breath as I glanced at the nightmare that stood in front of me.

All wrapped around one child. And then the old healer whispered words that changed everything. "The bridge of two kings has awakened." Silence. Absolute silence. Even the power seemed to hesitate. "What does that mean?" My voice sounded raw. Broken. Desperate. Mira looked at me. Then at Leo. Then toward the palace windows. Toward the distant lands beyond Moonstone. Toward Crescent territory. Toward Silas. "The prophecy never spoke of a king." Her voice was ancient. Heavy. Certain. "It spoke of a bridge."

If that bridge is destroyed there might be a massive problem. Sure they can self sustain themselves without getting materials delivered from the other Kingdom and they have the harbor for overseas trade but if the flow of information is cut off then it's going to be very dangerous. The Outlaws can attack other kingdom and make rumors that the Eden Kingdom is controlled by Outlaws, that's why they blow the bridge so they can't be attacked. And the other Kingdom might just believe this rumors and might band together to launch an attack on The Eden Kingdom. So they decided to head towards the bridge. Acheval told them he's just gonna hold them down so he decided to stay here to handle the after

I demanded. “Confirmation,” he replied simply. “That the Bridge still lives. That the child exists. That the War King truly awakened.” His gaze slid to Andres with a calculating gleam… “And now we have it.” A chill raced through me. “So you came just to look at us?” I whispered. “Yes,” he answered. “And to warn you.” Moonwell pulsed sharply at his words. “The Bridge does not choose peace,” he continued. “It chooses convergence. You will draw worlds together whether you wish it or not. Every truth you reclaim will pull another realm closer to collision.”

The name alone was enough to stir unease, but I couldn’t afford to hesitate. The hours blurred into a relentless rhythm: the steady thud of my horse’s hooves, the sharp bite of the wind, the unending expanse of trees and hills. Breaks were brief, stolen moments to drink water or stretch aching limbs. My horse, loyal and uncomplaining, pressed onward. Finally, after a full day of travel, I reached the edge of Kree. My breath caught as I took in the sight before me. The kingdom was surrounded by a vast expanse of water, its shimmering surface reflecting the pale light of the moon. A single bridge connected the mainland to the distant city walls, but it was raised, leaving an impassable gap.

The book went on to explain how the world was created, how the kingdoms had been divided among them, and what magical powers existed in each kingdom. “The Mother appeared. She was created from pure love, devotion, and happiness. All her joy and love materialized and formed the world we know. The Mother divided the world into six parts. The Kingdom of Winter came first, with its tall mountains and northern location, a place of endless cold. The Kingdom of Darkness came next, farthest to the south, where the sun didn’t shine as brightly, and the stars shone the strongest. The Kingdom of Summer came third, where the sun shone the most, and the warmth filled and illuminated the kingdom. The Moth

KING RAGNAR LOTHBROK and his crew were away for nearly six months when they returned, bearing news of their triumphant raid. The people of Kattegat sang their praises, welcoming their beloved warriors back to town with jubilant cheers. Sophie stood beside Helen and the other slaves, a little away from the boisterous crowd, observing the Lothbrok family's reunion. Rollo's absence was notable, considering he was renowned as one of the best warriors. She watched the famous priest, Athelstan, whom she had yet to meet, warmly greet Queen Aslaug and Ivar, a display of affection that made Sophie wonder if she would ever hold them in such high regard.