The Bridge Series Novels & Stories

She kissed my forehead and left to meet my mom. I planned the brunch and asked the helpers to bring out all the ingredients I listed out for them that I will be using . I planned making a placki ziemnaczane (flat bread made with grated potatoes,onions and sometimes meat or cheese,and then fried until crispy)But our was with meat. My mom and aunty came back to meet me in the kitchen. Aunty was shocked to see that I have prepared so many things. "Oh my God!!!! are we going to have a feast today?? you made something for everyone, I can't wait to see the look on everyone's face... let's surprise them with this feast." She went to personally go call everyone.

He grunted, stumbling back, but I had no time to finish him off, another enemy was already coming. To my left, Nicholas was locked in a deadly clash with two warriors, flashing his blades at them. Nyx was fending off two close to her, moving in a very fast manner. Blue had taken on a massive opponent, dodging and weaving like a shadow. Gary fought with sheer brute strength, smashing through enemies with terrifying force. But my focus was on Bridge. He stood at the center of the chaos, his eyes locked onto me. He wasn’t rushing in. He wasn’t panicking. He was waiting. Watching. Like a creep would stalk its victim. Like a predator would watch its prey.

I was a grown woman—was I supposed to not survive without a man? But my cousin, Sarah Cameron... she couldn't. In our last lives, she married Blake, and the two of them were trapped in a lifetime of misunderstanding because of someone else. She was the gentlest soul you could meet, and even she couldn't escape being worn down by him. So this time, after being reborn, I looked at Sarah's worried face, her furrowed brow, and started packing without hesitation. "Sarah, I'll marry Blake. John Ridgewood might not look like much, but he's got a good temper. You two should be able to make it work."

But he was finding a way to carry the weight. On the second day, they encountered their first major thinning. It wasn't a small patch of earth. It was a bridge. Or what was left of one. It had once been a stone arch over a rushing river, a testament to old craftsmanship. Now, the middle section was simply gone. Not collapsed into the water, but absent, replaced by that same silent, grey nothingness. The river itself seemed to hesitate, its water flowing into the void on one side and reappearing on the other, its joyful roar muted into a confused whisper.

I read on, my heart pounding harder with each line, but as the truth sank in, something inside me cracked. *Bonded to Alexander Blackthorne, son of the Blackthorne line, descendants Shadow Wolves. Together they shall birth the Bridge, the one who will either heal the growing rift between the supernatural worlds or destroy them all.* The Bridge. That was me. I was the Bridge the scroll talked about. I wanted to scream. To burn the scroll and pretend I hadn't read a single word. My hands shook so violently I could barely hold the parchment. This wasn't what I'd signed up for. I just wanted to survive school, maybe find love, live a normal life.

Yvonne looked hollow, whatever she'd seen having carved something out of her. We left Neon behind in the Forest of Lost Memories, still smiling at something only he could see. I hated myself for it. But I kept walking. ++++++++++ The Bridge of Truths materialized ahead, except there was no bridge. Just a massive chasm with darkness below and the distant shore barely visible. "It only appears if we speak the absolute truth," Ravencrest explained. "Each confession creates a section of the bridge. Lies or half-truths will make you fall." "What kind of truths?" Celeste asked quietly.

The Great River was less a body of water and more a wound in the earth. It was black, churning, and wider than a football field, separating Onyx City’s territory from the wilder Western lands. We crouched in the reeds on the muddy bank, looking upriver. About a mile away, the only bridge spanned the gap. Floodlights illuminated it. Even from here, I could see the glint of Council Enforcer armor patrolling the span. "Bridge is a kill box," Jinx whispered, lowering her digital binoculars. "They have thermal scanners and a mage unit stationed at the midpoint. If we step foot on that concrete, we’re dust."

rasp, barely rising above the roar of the fire in the floors above. He found them at the "Bridge of Sighs"—a narrow, natural stone arch that spanned the gap between the internal Archive and the hidden river exit. The bridge was barely three feet wide, suspended over a two-hundred-foot drop into the churning, icy waters of the Appalachian gorge. The Guardian of the Threshold

His name on a breaking news banner in red letters at the bottom of a screen that is showing me a bridge on fire. No. The word starts somewhere deep in my chest before it reaches my mouth. Just that. Just no. Small and certain and absolute. No. No Not again. The footage on the screen changes — a different angle now, a camera from further back showing the full scale of it and the scale of it is what finally breaks through the numbness and hits me like something physical. The bridge is not just damaged. It is destroyed across a wide stretch. Multiple fires burning simultaneously. The smoke so thick it has changed the color of the sky above it. Emergency vehicles on both ends, tiny against the s

"No. No, I don't." The bridge appeared in the distance, a narrow stone arch spanning the dark water. It looked ancient, barely wide enough for one car, with no guardrails and a surface that had probably never been repaired. "Hold on," Dante said again, and this time I did. We hit the bridge at full speed, the car shuddering as we bounced over the uneven surface. The river rushed below, black and churning, and I could see the other side approaching fast. The SUVs were right behind us, their headlights blinding in the mirror.