Novel & Cerita The Bridge Kingdom Series

Preventing disaster. "You can't force bridge," Haven told children afterward. Network gathering. Bridges explaining reality. "You're born bridge or you're not. Born with ability or without. Forcing doesn't work. Trying doesn't help. Wanting doesn't matter. You you are what you are. Born what you're born. That's all. Some of us are bridges. Most aren't. That's okay. That's normal. That's that's how it is. Accept what you are. Be proud of what you are. Don't try to be something else. That just that just gets you killed."

As the mansion sat perched on the hill, Sherry had not once left the place on foot. The wide bridge was made of reinforced steel and concrete, withstanding the harsh winds and rains that regularly lashed the Cross Empire. On either side of the bridge stood towering pillars with bulbs, placed at equal intervals. Walking across the bridge that connected the mansion to the mainland was both liberating and terrifying. The height was dizzying, and the bridge loomed over the sprawling city below. For someone with a fear of heights, it could easily be a nightmare.

Most of the book's only briefly mentioned the subjects, and quickly dropped them entirely as they went on to discuss new things. On my fifteenth book, I managed to find a passage that was somewhat helpful. Bridges Between Realms Bridges are created by blasts of high-powered, raw, magic that strike at the heart of both realms. They often require use of each element to be accomplished. There have been hundreds of attempts, all except for one, have ended in death. Once a bridge is forged, there is no known way to break it without damaging one of the two realms. Should one realm fade or be destroyed, the bridge would shatter.

Noah whispered, “Ace?” “Stay where you are.” Something beeped. Once. Twice. Then every computer screen in the office switched on. A message appeared across all of them. YOU SHOULD HAVE LEFT THE PAST BURIED !!! Noah’s blood ran cold and immediately had a cold feet Ace stepped toward the nearest computer. Another message appeared. NOW THE KINGDOM WILL FALL. Then the screens went black. For several seconds, neither man spoke. Finally Noah whispered, “I officially hate tonight.” Ace pulled out his phone.

“This, sister, is the kingdom of Etherios. You and I are the daughters of the fallen King Samael. Your child is to inherit the throne.” Mitzie stood from her seat, eyes and mouth wide open, trying to take in all that she was seeing. It looked something like a cross between a vast Roman Empire, and a Medieval Kingdom. She didn’t know how that was possible when they were two vastly different looks, but somehow, they worked well together here. There were no other persons around, but she somehow knew there were others that were there. "I really don’t understand. I mean, I love to dream…or excuse me, would love to believe this, but I really don’t know how any of this is possible,” Mitzie said in

Her breasts bounce up and down as the demon thrusts into her with great force. My attention is diverted to the entry of my throne hall. Josiah and Chelsea strut through the entrance with a human male victim. “Where is my Bridge,” I mandate for response with surging rage that halts the sex going on all around me. They bow their heads as Josiah explains, “Master, we have found the Bridge, but she was taken by the Vampire King and has not left the room he took her to.”

There were no titles, or expectations. The sun was warm on my face, the breeze soft against my skin, and Ridge wasn’t Alpha, he was just Ridge, lying back in the grass with his eyes closed, smiling like he hadn’t carried the pack’s burden on his back for most of his life. That image alone tugged at something in my chest. I wanted to run back to that version of him, that version of us. I could smell wild lavender and something sweet baking in the distance… Elaine’s bread, maybe, if she actually could in real life. Maybe Nabi’s though. The kind she only made on weekends. Everything was slow and soft, like a song hummed by the wind.

“A much-loved king, with years of experience behind him. His people touch the ground he has walked on, pressing their fingertips into the dirt if only to catch an inkling of his power. But the king is cursed.” As she spoke, she eyed the bridge they had come to a halt upon. Though they were up a tree, it wasn’t as high as where the Hall of Thunder had been. The first bridge they’d crossed had followed a gradual decline, and – though it would hurt like hell – Lily thought she’d survive the fall.

Until the supernatural and mortal world was safe again. After tearful reassurances, they settled with their mates. He pulled Mish to his lap, embracing her securely, and wiping her tears. His heart, beating for her, squeezed in pain. Her nephews and niece meant a lot to her. To them. Mounted on the walls were cinema-like screens. Alexander, the Lycan King had called for an emergency council meeting. Lucas, the Dragon King had started to extrapolate, presenting hard shreds of evidence. They were prepared to go to war. Four powerful kings could not be stopped by elders. He had the second-largest army in all of the realms, hardened soldiers, integrated with the wolves, waiting at his command.

You will know us different because our blue hair and height sets us apart from everyone else. "Do they live here?" Normally Rydstorm would get annoyed if it was someone else asking him these questions, but coming from his bride, he didn't mind answering all her inquiries. "No, you will only see Winona and Alice. Alice is the youngest. You will also see close to one hundred members of my kingdom floating around. They won't bother you, so no need to worry." "Can I see the place?" Rydstorm smiled, then took Catori's hand, then led her out of his room and to a long stone path that was floating in the air.