A Trap Novels & Stories

'Yeah, I know,' I say, rubbing his great grey fur, 'Place is fucked up. I turn when I hear a loud clang, but it's just Oward, dropping what must be a large bear trap on the ground. He chuckles wanely. 'These hands ain't what they used to be, no sir,' he says with a light smile. It is a bear trap alright, but not just one; they were at least four, linked by a long rope of chains and what look to be spikes. As I watch, he draws it around the mouth of the semi glade, right behind us. Then he casts around for sticks and grass and a piece of cloth from his robes. I grown when he throws them on the makeshift trap, and ask, 'Would it not upset it? The sticks you throw on them?' He shakes his head s

They were filled with shock and awe, unable to comprehend the extent of Adrian’s terrifying power. Adrian’s eyes gleamed with a flash of golden light. "This void holds a terrifying force trembling beneath it." At that moment, the fractured space revealed a large, eerie formation. Adrian was stunned. This was clearly no ordinary formation. "This is the Draco Trap Formation!" he exclaimed. The Draco Trap Formation was an ancient and powerful trap, said to be capable of ensnaring nine dragons at once. Adrian hadn’t expected to find such a formation here, and his surprise was evident. The complexity of the formation explained his reaction.

“You are a correction.” The cabin creaked softly as the fire popped. And somewhere in the forest, the trap was closing tighter.

“This is not complete.” Grayson’s tone didn’t change. “It is everything you’re getting.” That’s when the air shifted. The man’s voice hardened. “Do you think I’m stupid?” My heart started beating harder. Grayson shifted slightly in front of me. I flinched. “What the ” Men stepped out from everywhere. From behind crates. From corners. From shadows that weren’t visible before. Grayson muttered, “Trap.” I swallowed. “Yeah, definitely a trap.” The man’s voice carried through the space. “You really thought you could walk in here and outsmart us?”

My control was frayed at the edges as pale sparks jittered at my fingertips. I concentrated my inner power on it and soon the lattice took shape. A ring of coiled fire hovered above the pedestal like a sleeping serpent. I tested it with a mote of energy. The trap flexed and tightened like a net then settled when I eased the command. Relief hit me like cold water. My trap was perfect. It wasn’t the monstrosity I’d wanted at first. It was sharper. Practical. Dangerous in the way a scalpel is dangerous, not a rabid beast.

I declared, challenging his attempt to keep me behind. "Fine," he conceded, though his voice carried a warning tone. "But stay behind me," he added firmly, his gaze locking onto mine as if to emphasize the importance of his words. Killian quickly located a sturdy stick, his movements deliberate and calculated. With precision, he pressed the stick against the trigger of the trap, disabling it carefully. I watched, filled with admiration for his skill and strength. It was an older model, with sharp metal teeth designed to dig into the flesh of any creature unfortunate enough to step in it.

Just open door and lights leading deeper into the facility. Just a ten-year-old boy in a wheelchair waiting to explain why everything we tried was always going to fail. And two ghosts walking into trap with nothing except hope that emotional chaos could defeat optimal calculation. The doors closed behind us. The trap activated. And somewhere above, eight hundred clubs waited to see if surrender meant salvation or just delayed extinction. Tick tock. Tick tock. Tick tock.

I smirked because all of them are so stupid. Few of the warriors who walked first screamed in horror as they fell into our trap. An hour ago, Allia and I made the trap while Clinton had his trap too. Layla and Lucia also teamed up together to set a dangerous trap. Allia and I dug a hole in the ground which measures up to 20ft by 25ft wide with 15ft deep. The trapping pit we made was camouflaged with small branches and leaves to make it harder to see. A total of 20 warriors had fallen and bled to death by sharpened sticks pointed upwards from the bottom of the pit.

All except Damian, who was still camping in the safe room while updating everyone’s position and mapping the floor for Zen’s gaming guide. “I don’t know,” Jessica replied. “It stuns the slime and disintegrates it when it crosses into the trap zone.” The new type of trap made Zen excited. It could not be a red herring if the traps were stronger. Something special was awaiting them. “It could be a rare encounter,” Zen concluded. “Do not engage in battle. It’s safer to have everyone assemble before attempting to clear that zone. Damian, could you guide Charlie and Remi over? We’ll need you to leave that safe zone and join us.”

Mike was the first to speak up. "Are you aware of what you've gotten yourself into? Why would Aiden Reiner, an extremely powerful man, help you? You don't even know who he is, do you? "Mike expressed his dissatisfaction in a frustrated tone. Then he ruffled his sandy brown hair with his fingers. "Don't do this Sydney, call him right now and tell him the deal is off. He has you trapped." Mike expressed his disappointment in a forlorn tone.