Adventure Escape: Framed Chapter 3 Novels & Stories

Not to mention, in my previous life, it was thanks to Leo's brother severely injuring him that I was able to escape back to the palace and learn the truth. Alliances shifted with convenience. Hence, from the very first day I opened my eyes, I began reaching out to their biggest rivals. First, I concealed my identity to lure these three into a trap where I could injure them. Then, I exposed their whereabouts. I had let them get away with things just for this day. I wanted them dead for good. In less than 15 minutes, the three beastmen were under control. Leo's brother handed me a blade, asking if I wanted to finish them myself.

"About Nightcrest?" "About you." For a moment, Rowan simply watched her. There was something in his eyes she couldn't quite understand. Something warm. Something relieved. Their peaceful breakfast was interrupted by hurried footsteps. Frank appeared at the entrance of the pavilion. "My Alpha." Rowan immediately recognized the urgency. "What happened?" "A prisoner has escaped." His expression darkened. "Who?" "The rogue captured three days ago." Frank lowered his voice. "Our guards found two sentries unconscious." Rowan stood immediately.

“Go to the guest room with the red door. The last room in the hallway on the third floor, to your left. Do you want to escape? Here’s your chance. Take your phone with you. Hide and record what you see. Do not get caught.” My eyes shot open, curiosity mixed with fear. Is this my chance at freedom? Have my prayers been answered? Or could this be a trap? Another one of Michael's twisted games?

I spat, pressing a hand to my side. The corridor stretched like a maze. His footsteps faded behind bolted doors. I forced myself the other way, bleeding, reeling—but alive. Amelia. I tore the baton from the floor, used it to shear the remaining chains off my wrists, and bound my wound with a strip of my shirt. Every breath stabbed deep, but I moved. Through mold-stinking stairwells. Past rusted iron doors. Until daylight split the dark. I pushed into the open yard of a forgotten prison, weeds clawing through cracked pavement, razor wire sagging. Jasper was gone, but I didn’t care. She was out there.

On the way I messaged my contact from my pack, Hannah, to tell her I had left. In the taxi, I actually felt relieved that he had insisted that the wedding be small, and I did not even tell my clan he had asked me to become his mate. This saved me from dealing with the disgrace of running away. As I entered the airport, I decided to call Alex. I felt I owed him at least that much—to tell him our bond was over. He never picked up the call but sent me an angry voice message back. "Just get to my pack; the Oracle is waiting. Something happened to Elsa, so I will be a bit late. Why are you acting as though I will be running away?"

He wasn’t alone—two other guards flanked him, their expressions dark and menacing. “Step away from the laptop,” he ordered, his hand resting on a concealed weapon. My mind raced, panic threatening to overtake me. Just as I considered my options, Adrian appeared in the doorway, his face a mix of fury and determination. “You’re not touching her,” he said, his voice low and dangerous. The tension in the room was suffocating. I didn’t know how Adrian planned to get us out of this, but I trusted him. --- The Escape Adrian moved quickly, grabbing a decorative vase from a nearby shelf and smashing it against one of the guards’ heads. Chaos erupted as I yanked the device from the laptop and shoved i

Roots snaked across the forest floor, invisible threats. Adam's foot caught a hidden root. He stumbled, sliding down a slick slope. His friends, oblivious, vanished into darkness. Adam's cry for help was lost amidst rushing leaves and snapping twigs. Desperately, he grasped for handholds, fingernails scraping bark. Slipping, Adam dangled from a hillside cliff, legs swinging. Panic set in. Sweat-drenched fingers slipped. Suddenly, a firm hand clamped around his wrist. Adam's gaze shot upward. Red hair framed Adeline's pale face.

Slowly, the memories resurfaced—our daring escape attempt, the scent of rogues, and the fateful ambush that had brought us to this nightmare. As my fingers brushed the tender, swollen area on my body, the memories flooded back, each detail etched vividly in my mind. We had been helpless, a group of vulnerable individuals. The shelter's doctor and a nurse had stumbled upon the scent of rogues, prompting them to alert us and suggest we flee for safety—Zero, Cristiano, and myself, along with a handful of others who were still waiting to awaken their inner wolves. We had embarked on a desperate escape, but our path had been intercepted, leading us to this grim fate.

Wait, why the heck I write the scene that has nothing to do with the chapter title anyway? “Megumi, do you know where we are?” He asked. “No, I”m sorry.” She said. “Ne need to apologize to me, honey.” Alfi strokes her hair gently. ”In any cases, we’ve gotta get outta here and see them ASAP.” Alfi summons his Iru arm and breaks the bars out by a single blow. Both of them are running exploring that dim hall. And then suddenly they are ambushed by a horde of blue jinns.

“It’s over, Victoria.” Victoria’s smile widened. “Oh, Liam. It’s never over.” She pressed a button. The ground beneath us shook. Somewhere above, metal groaned. Liam lunged, grabbing my arm, pulling me down just as the first explosion tore through the far end of the warehouse. Victoria’s laugh echoed through the smoke. “Welcome to Phase Three.” We hit the floor as debris rained around us. The laptops sparked and died. Alarms shrieked. Through the haze, I saw her silhouette slipping toward a side exit.