The Bridge Series Novels & Stories

Behind us, the pursuing motors followed, their engines roaring. “They’re now no longer backing off,” Ethan muttered, firing some other shots. One of the motors swerved, clipping a streetlight, however the others stayed on our tail. Ahead, the bridge loomed—an old, slender shape slightly extensive sufficient for 2 motors . Vanessa glanced at me withinside the rearview mirror. “Hold on. This is going to get rough.” The Bridge Trap As we sped onto the bridge, Vanessa slammed at the brakes, the auto screeching to a halt.

“They’re jamming us. This is Whisper Team protocol!” Before Leah could reply, the first explosion hit. A shockwave tore through the southern bridge — bright white, no fire, no smoke, just force. A concussive blast designed to break stone without burning it. The bridge shuddered, crumbling at the center. “Bridge three is down!” Aric yelled from the far tower. “Multiple signatures inbound!”

The volume was muted, but he didn't need to hear the perfectly manicured anchor's voice to understand the broadcast. The headline, rendered in glowing red Swahili and English, scrolled across the bottom of the feed: TERRORIST BREACH AT SECTOR 9 TRANSIT BRIDGE REPELLED BY AUTOMATED MINISTRY DRONES. The footage playing on the screen was taken from a Ministry security camera high above the bridge. The fog was thick, but Ren could clearly see the aftermath of last night's "wave defense" raid. There were no despawning purple pixels. There was no golden loot resting on the asphalt.

The kind of damp that crept under your skin and stayed there. Vance shrugged off his jacket and placed it gently over Evelyn's shoulders. She didn't protest. I scanned the tree line to our right, nerves prickling. Then Sawyer's voice cut through the quiet, sharp and high. "The bridge is gone!" We all turned. The bridge wasn't gone, just broken beyond use. The ropes were severed mid-span, the planks sagging into darkness. From a distance, it looked like the path just vanished into the void. Classic horror movie trick.

Dream on! I was just about to refuse when a flash of resentment crossed Zac's eyes, but he still feigned concern, saying, "It's alright, Ms. Piller. I'll handle them myself. Let’s keep things separate. This is my job anyway. Cruz is already working so hard; We can't let him get any more tired."

I knew that they were part of the bridge's purpose. The horizon called. I answered. I am Seraphina. I am the bridge. I am the one who remembers. I am the one who writes. And I am still becoming.

His breathing slowed. "No..." His voice barely rose above a whisper. "They're records." We joined him. Each tablet carried different carvings. Different centuries. Different handwriting. Different languages. Yet every record shared one title. The Bridge. No family names. No kingdoms. No Alpha titles. Just... The Bridge. Ezekiel opened another. Then another. His face slowly lost its color. "They don't all end the same." Matthew looked over his shoulder. "What do you mean?" Ezekiel swallowed.

" Lena collapsed onto the floor completely, her face ashen and lifeless. Meanwhile, a thousand miles away, in a small seaside town, I was getting married. The sea breeze carried a damp, salty smell. I sat by my window, looking outside, my eyes going warm. A bridal carriage stood in the yard. Its frame was carved from fine golden rosewood, the details worked with painstaking care. What caught the eye most, though, were the countless pearls set into the wood—each one round and full, like scattered moonlight. Everyone who saw it couldn't help but gasp. "Good Lord, what did this cost?" Susan stood beside me, laugh lines crinkling at the corners of her eyes. "As long as my girl's happy, that's al

the speed increased, we caught up with the others and even surpassed them. The further we went the chiller the air became, even the day darkened unnaturally, my heart nearly leaped into my arms on sighting what was before us. A long endless bridge, carved with skulls, some in their wolf form, some in their human form, the bridge rumored to have no end. “You can't be serious. It actually exists” I muttered, “forged from the bones of everyone who failed to pass,” Cain’s voice turned solemn, “Aria, shut your eyes,”

"I genuinely don't know.” ROWAN POV I waited until the healers had cleared the ward and the four rogues were locked down for the night before I let myself think properly about everything that had happened since the tracker went dark. I pulled the maintenance records on the bridge while the ward emptied out around me. Inspected eight months ago. No weather event severe enough in that stretch to explain a full structural failure, and the storm that hit the mountain came hours after the bridge had already gone down, according to the timeline the search party gave me.