The Bridge Series Novels & Stories

They menacingly approached Summer and escorted her along the path. They took her to a dark end. It was the deepest part of hell, where red light flickered and molten lava flowed. There was a black rock bridge across the magma river. As Summer walked across the bridge, she wondered whether it was the legendary Bridge of Regret. But there was no sign of Charon, the ferryman. Although Summer wished to linger on the black rock bridge, the creatures forcefully took her away.

"Why is she trying to jump off the bridge?" Carissa dashed out, yelling, "Get my horse!" The Parting Souls Bridge lay to the northwest of the capital, spanning over the turbulent Unity River. The river's flow intensified around the bridge because it was wider at the top and narrower at the bottom. It had a steep slope, which made the water churn violently. Anyone who fell from the bridge wouldn't likely survive. Although the bridge was originally called the Unity River's second bridge, locals had dubbed it the Parting Souls Bridge due to its perilous reputation.

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.

Trial by Light The Bridge of Living As Aiden and the gang came out onto a rocky plateau, the foliage began to shrink. A huge gap lay in front of them, its depths obscured by a never-ending blackness that looked to be pulsing with life. An old bridge stretched across the emptiness, cracked and corroded, its surface shining dimly with complex, shifting patterns. With his hand on his blade, Lucian examined the bridge. "This is where we're headed?" Aiden looked down at the crystal he was holding. Its light became brighter, pulsing against his hand as if it were desperate to get out. Then suddenly it was floating in midair, out of his reach.

Upgraded to life. *** Barry sent a video from his mate-marking. Watching him smile with his mate, I broke down. After everything—every sleepless night, every heartbeat of fear—I'd finally saved myself. New name. New city. Sunshine all year. My pup slept peacefully in the crib. I rocked it slow and hummed softly.

Rust covered every surface while weeds grew up around the frame. Claire approached the door first examining the lock mechanism before pulling a small tool from her pocket. She worked on the lock for maybe thirty seconds before something clicked then the door swung open revealing a dark passage leading underground. "Stay close and stay quiet," Claire whispered while pulling out a flashlight. "This tunnel leads directly under the compound into their basement level where they keep prisoners." We entered the passage single file with Claire leading while I stayed close behind watching for any signs of traps or surveillance. The tunnel smelled like mold while water dripped from cracks in the concr

One raw, devastated, nine-billion-year-old sob that carried the specific weight of a child who has been crying alone in the dark since before the dark existed, and who has just seen the door open, and who is too terrified to believe it is real. Marcus's anchor load dropped to three hundred. Then two hundred. Then one hundred. "The Bridge is stabilizing," Katherine reported, her voice trembling. "The Rage is not pulling anymore. It is not pushing. It is just standing there." "It is looking at its mother," Haley whispered, tears pouring down her prematurely aging face. "And it does not know what to say." The compass needle went still. Pointing through the membrane. Through the Bridge. Through

Others slotted together, their spines pressing flush, creating the rough outline of a bridge. Between two clusters, stones surfaced from the drift—rectangular slabs rising like teeth, one after another, until a crooked but unmistakable path stretched from a huddle of graves toward… somewhere less broken. I exhaled shakily. “I just thought—” I started. “Yeah,” Jax said. “We saw. You think ‘bridge,’ the world coughs up Ikea: Apocalypse Edition.” Ink gurgled uneasily around the base of the new structure, like it resented being pushed out of that space.

What I "That's how being bridge is," Haven said. Understanding. Accepting. Resigned. "Can't stop. Can't not be. Can't just turn off. Being bridge is what I am. Not what I do. What I am. Forever. Always. Can't stop being what you are. You know that. You're Luna. Can't stop being Luna. I'm bridge. Can't stop being bridge. We're stuck. Both of us. Being what we are. Forever."

This bridge wasn't just a set for a movie; it was a giant, elevated execution platform. "He's in the lab, Mia," she said, her voice dropping to a silken, lethal purr. "And the lab is connected to the bridge's structural mainframe. If you want to save him, you have to choose. The Engine, or the President." She held up a small, black remote the master trigger. A sudden, sharp crack of a rifle echoed from the towers. A bullet struck the asphalt inches from Elena's hand, the force of the impact sending the remote skidding across the bridge toward the edge. We both dived for it.