A Trap Novels & Stories

“No, it’s because of something much worse than that. While it’s true I’ve managed to escape their detection and successfully arrived at the border between Mount Beasts and the outside world but from there I discovered they had set up a trap array with us in it. This trap array would alert them should anyone step out of it and the only way to get out of the array is to attack it.” Everyone froze when they heard this. It was the worst situation ever. They never expected the disciples of Corpse Pavilion to set up a tray array at the borders of Mount Beasts. As the name implies, the trap array is used to trap people in a particular area. Although they would be abl

no way! why am I bent in such an angle like a baby in the womb, what is happening to me? I took a look at my position, my breath got stuck in my throat as I realized I was inside a rope like thing, no,...wait, I am in a FUCKING trap. This isn't funny any more, am I going to die as food for carnivores as I become their special treat. No, I can't be thinking that, then can anyone tell me why I was stuck in a fucking trap, this is too

There's no hint of such terrible activity here, which allows Trent to focus on his mission without worry. As Trent reaches the end of the hallway, he turns left into the shop he seeks. Inside, the shelves are filled with crates containing various weapons, including lazerarms, light spears, crystal induction daggers, and other items restricted by governments but crucial for a traveler's survival. To blend in, Trent hovers back and feigns interest in a crystal dagger while waiting for the merchant to finish with his current customer. He observes a signed conversation taking place, reminding himself of the danger of eavesdropping in such a place.

A timeline. I could work with timelines.

“Yeah, I’ve seen worse in video games.” I shot them both a look. They were pretending, but their wide eyes and stiff shoulders gave them away. They were just as terrified as I was. My voice wavered as I forced the question out. “What is it? What are we looking at?” Aziz’s expression soured, his dark eyes narrowing at the floor. “Clever thing. I’ll give them that.” His voice was calm, but edged with annoyance. “It’s a teleportation trap.” My stomach sank. “A trap? Then… then we can just avoid it, right? Go around?” I turned to him, grasping for hope. “If we know what it is, there has to be another way.”

Aurora adapts mid-scenario — responding to shifting emotional cues. I had choosen restraint. Influence through patience and understanding. Pressure applied at the exact moment vulnerability appeared. I look at my complete holographic simulation once more to make sure there are no mistakes. Five minutes is alot of time. Halfway through, I notice subtle fluctuations in my data set. The variables are shifting again. But how? They are morphing out of my controlled parameters. So this is what testing adaptability is. I adjust my approaches as the data keeps shifting. I barely manage to get it under control just as the five minutes end abruptly. Silence falls heavily. The instructor observes his t

Especially when the creator dies. This trap was coming out well and I, myself was impressed by each improvement. If you tried the first thread, it triggers and closes in on anyone and everyone who you have in mind regardless of space. That means even if they were not where you are. If you wanted to show mercy, it could be quenched with the second thread. If you wanted them to burn… you could use the last thread. I threaded one last fold in because I knew it was better to be safe than sorry: It was an angle-logic rune that makes the lattice seek only those with hostile intent towards the owner.

Though that hadn’t been my goal, if it happened, I wouldn’t lose sleep. Using pillows, I created the illusion of a patient. It was the monitors that had been attached to Adelaide that could have been our downfall if it weren't for Deloris's physician contact. She said that they would alert the main nursing station that their patient was no longer present. In moments I created a false loop. It was similar to the video surveillance but electrical, tricking the monitors into believing that they were still connected to a body and everything was registering normally. My phone vibrated with an incoming text.

a faint, antiseptic odor that was utterly out of place. They bypassed the collapsed main tunnel, following Jack's senses through a narrow, winding side passage. Twice, Marcus’s point man spotted tripwires connected to primitive explosives—old traps left by Kyle’s paranoid regime. A third trap was more insidious: a pressure plate designed to trigger a rockfall. But Jack’s bloodline sense guided them around these dangers effortlessly, as if he were following a pre-drawn map. He was sensing the faint echo of the containers, and they were not on any of the main, trapped paths.

I choke in broken sobs as she took me in her arms and rubs my back in comfort. "Elliott," Sarah says with concern as she breaks me from my flashback. "We're home, Jessie has been trying to get your attention." "Sorry," I say quietly. I take the offered crutches and head inside. I lower myself in my reclining chair and Jessie sits across my lap. She trails her finger along the scar on my face and I close my eyes. I feel the chair recline and she adjusts herself in my lap. "Can I get you guys anything," Sarah asks softly.