The Bridge Kingdom Series Novels & Stories

She asked. "You mean the Bridge of river and time?" He recalled. "Yes...it is." Then she continued... "The Bridge of river and time only challenge your temptation especially for men. That bridge was created by Gods. To them not to us. Only you, we are able to test that bridge. Fake men can't activate that trial." She said. "This..." "That is not the only thing you don't know about ge..." "You don't know at all. God is no----" She wanted to say but she stopped.

Sekora and the rest of her companions flew to a bridge, which they had to cross to get to the next sword location. They couldn’t fly over it because of the island’s barrier. The bridge is a long, red, metal bridge like the one in San Francisco. They flew to the start of the bridge and started to walk across, when a small, green, troll with a Mohawk came from under it. There was a small river under the bridge which made small waves thanks to slight breeze that was blowing in.

One of our soldiers got us three outside to some waiting horses and when we were on the horses safely, our men retreated, and we all took off back to our castle. When we got back there and inside the protection spell, everyone was so relieved that we made it back in one piece, but we told them that the Queen was pissed. It didn't go as smoothly as possible. When we got inside I started searching through all the books that we had until I found the one that said Chinvat Bridge. And I started reading through it straight away. The history of the place, how it became known as a place of misery and slavery. Why it was called that. All about the King of that Kingdom.

" Okay, I'm ready now. I left the room anxious about what might happen today. Arriving at the garden, everything was perfect, I was sure that after this night, everything would work out between us. I went to the table, which was placed perfectly in the center of the garden and sat down to wait for my husband. Meanwhile, I was reading the book about the four kingdoms of the southern continent, about what each one did to prosper: my kingdom, Summer, was the first on the page, it was known for raising healthier animals, both for work and for food. Second was the Spring kingdom, which planted several fruit trees, one more delicious than the other. Third came the Winter kingdom, which produced th

He said in a low voice, that made her grin like an idiot. "So bad." And he told, everything, holding nothing back, and she prayed it would be like this. Him and her, forever, come what may. °°°° ~After a fortnight~ "Men and women of Kingdom Brone! We are under siege! The Athànatoi are upon us! dark days draw near! Strong men of Kingdom Brone come forward and show your might, and fight for yours and mine, for all that was and will be, fight for Brone! May the creator Help us all!"

Rowena’s voice cuts sharply through the group communication channel. Hold your positions! Protect the bunkers! Sienna, whatever you still have left, use it now! Then I hear my mother’s voice. Softer. More urgent. As if the words from her old journals have suddenly come alive inside my head. My brave daughter… The Bridge is more than power. It is connection. Let them in. All of them. Then a third voice emerges. Kali. The name rises from the stories my mother used to tell me about the First Bridge Bearers.

The once-segregated realms of witches, werewolves, vampires, and other creatures of the night merged into a harmonious whole, celebrating their diversity while acknowledging their shared humanity. Luna and Elijah's descendants became known as the "Bridgeborn," symbolic of their role in bridging the gaps between supernatural beings. They inherited not only their ancestors' supernatural abilities but also their deep-rooted sense of empathy and justice. The Bridgeborn served as intermediaries, mediators, and ambassadors, ensuring that conflicts were resolved peacefully and that the ideals of love and unity were upheld.

The entire city of Asanson was audibly frigid thus eagerly awaiting impatience to welcome the first raindrop after a prolonged hot summer day. A series of black Brittany and Rolls Royce drove away swiftly through the downtown avenue of Rainford to reach their certain destinations before the imminent rain could impede on their pathway. Beside the bridge of Asanson, a gentle ribbon-like jungle river was passing by crossing across the mountain. As the gust of wind blew randomly through the tamarisk trees, the whole mountain appeared as a deathly hallow to the eyes of the passers-by. It resembled a phrase from the fairy tale, " Devil's Den."

My heart seizes, a rabbit kicking against my ribs, as I see the King’s hand hover just above my head, frozen in a gentle act I don’t comprehend. A sharp gasp tears from my throat, and I flinch violently, a reflex honed by years of pain, sinking further into the impossibly soft mattress as if it might swallow me whole. My body tenses, bracing for the blow that must follow such a transgression, even his. “Oh… uh.” The King of the supernatural world stutters, his immense form retreating. He snatches his hand back as if burned, letting it fall clumsily onto his lap. The sight is so jarring, so utterly out of place with the monster I’ve heard about in whispered stories, that my mind simply blanks

scorned by all of divine kind. So when my children’s overwhelming lightning magic went out of control, no one came to help. My babies and I were consumed by that arcane tempest. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the night he was shot. The young divine prince Cassius, burning with heat, reached out to me with desperate hunger. But high up on the throne... His father, Theron—the beautiful, ruthless God King who had ruled for centuries—was also losing the battle against his own searing desire.