The Bridge Series Novels & Stories

As incompatible consciousnesses managing. And that existence was enough. Was valuable. Was worthwhile. Bridge existed. Despite damage. Despite fracture. Despite incompatibility. Bridge existed. And that was beautiful. And that was meaningful. And that was exactly right. A year after returning, Bridge spoke to the community. Spoke as collective. Spoke with twenty-two voices imperfectly coordinated.

The night before we are supposed to make our marriage official at the town hall, I decide to leave my fiance, Don Luca Camorra. For five years, Luca's friends have believed I'm nothing more than a gold digger. No one believes it more than Giulia Sereni, the girl who grew up alongside him. She claims that a woman like me—a girl who claws her way out of the slums—can never hide the greed in her eyes. So, to prove that I love Luca for who he is, not for his money, I don't spend a single cent of his money throughout all those years. Even the engagement rings we exchanged five years ago are carved from wood. But when Giulia finds out, she only sneers. "Someone who asks for nothing usu

a voice came from a distance away. “Shit,” Moonbeam scrambled away from his grip, falling to the ground trying to pick up her shirt. Hastily, she put it back on, ignoring Zayed’s chuckles and walked out the door to meet her daughter. “Hey, baby,” she held her hand and led her into the room. “How’s my favorite girl doing?” Zayed scooped her up and spun her around, earning giggles and laughter. “I hope you don’t get dizzy and hit your head on the way down.” Moonbeam said, her expression full of pride as she watched them- father and daughter.

The bridges were seriously awesome; they were very wide as if you could run two hover bus on them side to side, they were made up of drupinium; they were completely covered like rooms ,and looked like connection stations in shuttles and were to see through even the floor was transparent. (for properties of drupinium, look at chapter. 32 author left the chat) Ben could see everything by standing inside the bridge. He could see the grounds, the evenly spaced trees and other small facilities. After sightseeing all the things, trying to guess out what every building was, as they did not mention some in the maps, the bridge from the main building was about 500 m leading to the central. Ben slowly

The white carpet had no light to reflect, and so may as well have been dark gray. When they reached the outskirts of the village of East Haddam, they slowed their pace. This was the trickiest part of their journey—crossing the bridge that spanned the river. The odd-looking bridge was half metal swing bridge and half arched steel span, giving it two distinct shapes. The girders of the immovable section curved up in a graceful arch, while the swinging section rose to a triangular point many feet higher than its cousin.

But this evening was not normal. I was barely five meters away from the bridge when a gust of wind came and it sounded like the wind was whispering my name softly. The closer I got to the other side of the bridge, the louder it seemed to get. But there wasn't much behind it. The end of the town and a road that led through a sparse forest. I stopped right in the middle of the bridge and shook my head in confusion. Am I imagining this again? No, no, I heard it very clearly, someone was whispering over and over: Morgan. Or am I slowly going insane? First the car and now this!

I stood up quickly and turned to the bridge again; now seeing the pins bend even more. And as I made to move, I heard a snap. I looked up and saw one wooden pin already leaving a hole in the sand as it came out in a sharp movement. Then the other followed. And they both pulled out of the ground. They made a sound like someone cracked like a whip, as the other wooden pins flew out of the sand and sent the entire bridge falling. The vine railings loosed from each other and snapped cut; making the bridge's frame crumble inside itself as it suddenly swung down through the deep valley.

“I cannot even see the end of it.” The bridge stretched out into the distance to the point where there was no end in sight. I could still see the palace towers from a far distance, which made me believe Nate might’ve been right. “I read it is only about twenty minutes,” Dylan said. “If we shifted, it would probably be even shorter.” Trinity’s head whipped to him. “Shift? Won’t the bridge snap?” One of the men laughed. “These two bridges have been standing for centuries, girl,” he said. “They are made of some of the strongest stone in all of the world.”

Emma asked cautiously. Vivienne hesitated, her bravado faltering for a moment. “When I activated the bridge, I saw it. Or… felt it. A presence on the other side, waiting. It was ancient, powerful, and it noticed me. It noticed us. And now that the bridge is gone, it’s searching for another way through.” Jamie let out a low whistle. “Great. So, we’ve got interdimensional monsters looking for a shortcut into our world. Perfect.”

Ridge’s Pov Roman covered his hand with his mouth, and he looked from the hacker’s computer at me. We had called Joe in when we started to investigate the number that called Blake, and he had been working tirelessly to break through the encryption. “Alpha Ridge,” Roman muttered, lowering his hand. “This isn’t just some random burner. Whoever’s behind this… they knew what they were doing. The call was rerouted through three different countries before it landed here.” Joe leaned back from the keyboard, rubbing his temples. “But I got a trace, partial. The signal finally anchored to a device in Charleston. Disposable, but active less than forty-eight hours ago.”