Ensnared Novels & Stories

**Isolation's Chill** Kiernan’s sharp, piercing eyes scanned the dense shadows surrounding him, his heart hammering in his chest with every unsettling snap of a twig underfoot. He had deliberately chosen this secluded clearing for his clandestine meetings, the thick canopy of trees above providing an illusion of safety. Yet, now, it felt like a trap, suffocating him with a sense of foreboding. The trees loomed ominously, their gnarled branches resembling skeletal fingers, stretching out as if to ensnare him in their grasp.

"I won't let anything happen to Etienne. No matter what I have to do." *** Meanwhile, in the place where Enne was being held, time seemed to pass very slowly. Enne kept looking for a way to break free, but the ropes binding his wrists were too strong. "There's no point in resisting," Andhara's voice broke the silence. Enne looked at her sharply. "You won't win, Andhara. Altair will find you." Andhara smiled sarcastically. "Altair may be smart, but this time I'm one step ahead of him."

Different. Unpredictable. A variable it didn’t recognize. Another glitch— Harder this time. The screen fractured— Split— Two feeds fighting for control. Two sets of text overlapping— One clean. One broken. STEP BACK STAY DO NOT ENGAGE COME CLOSER Elena’s breath hitched. “It’s pulling me,” she whispered. Adrian moved instantly. Grabbing her arm. Firm. Grounding. “You don’t move unless we understand what it’s doing.” “I don’t think we have that kind of time,” she said.

Trey looked shocked, and then a big smile came across his face. "It is going to be alright," Trey says, grabbing my hand and kissing it. " Wait, what the fuck are you doing here?" "Good to see you too, Ava." "I mean, you were kidnapped," I said, looking Trey up and down. "I was, and now I am not." "How?" Trey took a deep breath. "Bieve, let me go; your old boss has been arrested." "I hope Bieve has been arrested as well?" I asked, looking more intently at Trey. "She has been admitted into an institution." "Bieve is not crazy," I said, starting to get mad. "She has had a psychotic break. She was raving about how she wanted to cut your babies out of you and wear your skin." "What the fuck Trey

he said devilishly. "What are you planning to do?" Kim asked curiously. "You'll see. All I'm gonna do first is to take it slow and make him fall on my trap. I'm gonna lure a prey inside my cage and make him scream 'till he passed out. That doesn't sounds bad, isn't?" he asked the two guys who just shrugged it off. "Whatever you say." Kim said. "We can't do anything about it though. Just do what you fucking want. Now may you excuse me, I need to gargle the whole mouth wash after eating a girl's pussy." he said.

it sounds empty, those breathy voices that made anyone palpitate. “Who are you?” Esme’s voice was shaky and unclear, the kid remained silent for a moment and the scaredy cat shrieked in horror when Keegan playfully wrapped her arms around the poor kid. It was a horrid night, a trauma for everyone. Larkin and his men figured out that the kid, Colson, was suffering an illusion. She was quite active at nighttime, and her emotions were altered. The heads discovered that she was infatuated to see blood and that awful desire pushed her to steal somebody’s life. Her condition became a threat, and the other teams wanted her dead. However, Larkin wants to keep the child; he believes that he can still

As he watched the men wrestle with the rifle, she was frozen to the spot, unable to move. Eric was a formidable opponent, perhaps more so than Aiden had anticipated. His reflexes were lightning quick. He made a tremendous strike, slamming his elbow into Aiden's nose and causing him to lose control of his hands. Eric snatched a terrified Sydney and wrapped his arm over her neck. Using her as a shield in front of him. "Get out of my way or I'll shoot her right now!" Eric yelled. His eyes were wild, as if he were a cornered animal attempting a frantic escape.

I close the distance with just a few steps. It happens so quickly. As I bend down to look through the grate, Graydon puts out his hand trying to stop me, he says something and I turn. It's too late. The trap must have been set to trigger the moment I went near the grate. The net snaps shut. The oldest trap in the book and I got caught by it. Me and Graydon twist and squirm trying to move into a position that might help us stop spinning around. But the net is sticky as a spider's web so I put one hand on a cord and it gets stuck so I have to use the other one to pull it away and the jerk flings me backwards so now my back is stuck. Graydon is having similar troubles and his boot gets lodged p

Fish. I set to work like a true Mosswood witch. Two snare traps under the fern line using vines and bent saplings. A shallow pit trap with sharpened stakes (camouflaged under leaves). I added a ring of noise wards using stones and whispered magic, so anything walking heavy nearby will clang like a church bell in my head.

We should’ve done the same. Another shot. A metallic whirring. Something heavy slams down on us, wrapping around our bodies in thick, interwoven steel. A net. My claws scrape against the dirt as I thrash, but the more I fight, the tighter it constricts. Luca lets out a deep, furious snarl, his muscles flexing as he wrestles against the trap. I struggle, panic clawing at my throat. “Luca!” “Hold on,” he grits out in my mind. He bares his teeth and yanks at the net. The metal groans, straining—