Cursed Springtrap Novels & Stories

Nature itself seemed to hold its breath, as if expecting the world to unfurl its frozen wings in a dance of vitality once more. "I can't give up, not now," I muttered, as I extracted the final drop of water from its reservoir, cupping it with my finger. Abandoning my vigil would mean hunger for my two younger siblings, a fate I couldn't bear. I'd even promised Cali, the youngest, a feast tonight. But my trap remained empty, despite the encroaching dinner hour. None had succumbed to my meticulously set trap—designed for restraint, not death. In usual circumstances, no creature escaped my snare—jaw-curved, leg-hold traps that usually ensnared coyotes, wolves, lynxes, and even the rare jaguar.

It was the only defense that had no explanation on the schematics. “That, my darling mate, is our secret weapon. It’s a spring trap of a bioengineered liquid. Every member of this pack has given a DNA sample. We’ll add everyone that’s new later today. The trap activates the moment that someone touches it who isn’t in our database. The liquid that clings to paralyzes them. It only lasts five minutes, but that’s plenty time to dispose of or capture them.” There were murmurs of appreciation from everyone that was new. We took our security seriously, and they could now see why we wanted them to come into our territory.

Her lips raised in a stupid grin, she dropped my unconscious sister and Gunner on the ground and turned to glare at me before drawing out her blade. "I don't like repeating myself... But I think I should tell you, I am Charlotte Craig, second in command of the vampire queen, my mission here is to capture you alive for the queen." She said before returning her sword back to the sheath. "What..." "Enough of the stupid question we are not in the police station, Boys! drag her to the car we are leaving for Springholt now," she said and turned to hurl my sister over her shoulder effortlessly. Vampires are really strong.

Something strange stirred beneath my skin—a prickling heat that spread like wildfire through my veins, My body went into spams, My vision blurred as I stumbled to my knees, it seemed as though the world was tilting dangerously around me, my bones cracking and reshaping with agonizing intensity. Fur sprouted from my skin, coarse and pearly white, my limbs contorting into a new form. And then I shocked myself, a raspy snarl tore from my throat, My fingers curled into claws, I could feel my senses sharpened, the world now painted in stark contrasts of light and shadow from the normal colours I was used to.

he said. "Why not?" I asked, feigning innocence. After a long pause, he muttered, "It's her business. We shouldn't pry." I didn't respond, but inwardly, I couldn't help but feel the bitter irony. As we pulled into the neighborhood, my eyes caught sight of Derrick playing outside. Armed with a slingshot, he darted between bushes, gleefully hurling stones at unsuspecting passersby. From a distance, I watched him for a long time, my anticipation quietly growing.

He wanted so badly to make her happy in his company so she wouldn’t leave, but it didn’t look like luck was on his side in that regard. “Indeed I do not,” Kendra confessed with a sheepish grin, “That doesn’t mean that I do not think it is adorable though,” The General only nodded his understanding and took the basket from her hands, reaching out to let the bunny go. It stood still for some time watching the both of them and then it started to hop away, until Kendra just heard a loud bang and then the animal stopped moving. She turned to look at the leader of the Curers in silent surprise only to find him still wielding the murder weapon, a small black pistol that still had smoke coming out o

Remus looked at her with a deep frown, baffled by her gibberish language. He knew Mel is mentally unstable but where did she find those words from? Kidnap? What does that even mean? “You need to take your potion, Mel.” Sigrid thought about the tar like liquid and covered her mouth, already feeling her intestines twist in disdain. “No! Tell me where I am?” She demanded the stranger, refusing to surrender and there is no way she drinks that venom. Remus closed his eyes, gathering all the patience he needed to pamper her and smiled, slowly opening his eyes and looked at her displaying unconditional love.

“Then tell me, what are the signs we learned? The things someone feels when they meet their mate?” I signed dramatically, “A strong connection, the ability sensed the scent of their partner, and craving it so much, that they would be able to part with them, and once marked, the bond strengthens “Tessy, you’re overthinking things,” I said with a shrug. “It’s been two thousand years now since the moon goddess cursed the werewolf clan, do you really think she’d just lift the curse suddenly?” I wave my hand dismissively. “Yes, the moon goddess lifts the curse because she couldn’t stand watching our precious Mildred suffer for a crime she didn’t commit,” Tessy said dramatically, giggling.

Like she's said it to enough people that she leads with it now. I crouch down anyway and look at the wire. Standard Ironveil trap-line — the kind used for rogues and trespassers, not animals, because the tension is calibrated for wolf-weight and the release requires hands. Which means whoever set it knew exactly what they were catching. Her ankle isn't broken but it will be if she keeps pulling. "Stop moving," I say. "I wasn't moving." "You were about to."

Suddenly, from the corner of the room, their mother’s voice rose in a broken wail. “Carla! Don’t take one of my children. It’s just me… It’s just me. Don’t make them suffer!” The plea cut through the air like a knife, raw and pleading. Their mother’s eyes were wide with terror, her bound hands twisting against the ropes as she rocked back and forth. The name “Carla” hung in the room like a summoned ghost, a tangible thread linking the present torment to the sins of the past. Eloise and Elena exchanged a glance heavy with shared dread—the curse was stirring again, drawing closer, its tendrils reaching for what little they had left.