Ensnared Novels & Stories

“There is no one else.” Thankfully, I stop him from moving forward. The only way there would be no scent, but another voice is if it was a witch. “They are here!” Snare laughs as large silver nets drop down on us. The silver burns our skin as it pins us to the ground. There was no way of getting out from under the net. We had walked right into her trap. Snare walks towards us, tossing a bucket of liquid at us. The moment it hits my skin, I knew what it was. Wolfsbane. The liquid hisses as it hits my skin.

“We tag his toys, map them, and let him grow bored.” Thorn shook his head once. He’d seen something. He pointed past the blind, a curl of wire half-hidden in duff. Not ours. A snare big enough for a wolf’s leg. Another glint farther out—more wire. A line of traps drawing a curve like handwriting that didn’t know how to end a sentence.

I step over bodies and avoid pools of blood. That’s when I get slammed to the ground. Something strong has pinned me to the ground. I thrash around trying to wriggle free from whatever has me trapped. Which is when I see a damn anaconda trying to coil its body around me. Coiling around me, the serpent flexes its muscles with immense force. Squeezing me as it attempts to wrap itself around me a second time. How the hell is it so fast? Has Millicent given it steroids or something?

--- Elena’s hand touched the core. --- And everything— --- Stopped. --- Not silence. --- Not stillness. --- Suspension. --- Like the entire system had paused— --- Waiting. --- For what came next. --- And in that frozen moment— As control met intrusion— As outcome balanced on a single point— As capture became something else entirely— One final truth emerged: --- Sometimes being captured… --- Is the only way… --- To get close enough to break free.

Adrian gazed at the small cauldron in his hand, his satisfaction evident. Despite taking a bit longer, the peculiar little cauldron known as the “Spectral Snare” had proven to be remarkable. Once enveloped by the Spectral Snare, Autumn could not resist. In just ten minutes, her soul was completely crushed and imprisoned within the cauldron. Adrian likened it to a millstone, watching as the ghost's soul was slowly crushed within the Spectral Snare's aura until finally being confined within it.

“I want you to cum baby.” His words sank into me, and I felt myself giving in more. Losing control, My hands tugged slightly at the ribbon around my wrists. But I didn’t want him to stop. He used the toy for a while, slowly at first, then faster, teasing and pushing me to the edge. I could barely think. My body was shaking, my breath was broken, and my moans filled the room. “Mr. Grey ” I gasped. “I… I can’t ”

Henry**** My body trembles, my breath ragged as I strain against the restraints holding me down. My wrists are bound to this cold, unforgiving chair, the ropes digging into my skin, but it’s the pain inside my head that’s worse. The darkness has seeped into me, suffocating me from the inside, and now it’s coming for me, trying to consume everything I’ve ever been.

Surely, it had nothing to do with the attraction she felt to Lucas. As the class progressed, Lucas demonstrated various techniques for escaping from grabs and holds, emphasizing the importance of staying calm and focused under pressure. Enora watched him intently, studying his every move with rapt attention. There was something about the way he moved, the way he carried himself that captivated her, drawing her in like a moth to a flame.

On the last trip before Zeke Malone and I were set to register our marriage, someone clamped a hand over my mouth and dragged me into the bushes to assault me. Zeke and my sister, Crystal Bianco, arrived just in time to "save" me. That was when I heard Zeke switch to French and ask her, "Did you get enough footage just now?" "Yeah," Crystal answered back in French. "But isn't this unfair to Lizzie?" Zeke's voice turned grave. "The man was only acting. He never actually went through with it. We just needed the footage. As long as I don't hold it against her, that's all that matters. "Besides, you could win a Pulitzer for breaking this story. That's what actually matters here." I lay in

Dean roared in approval as I pushed him closer to the trap. The rogue’s foot brushed the edge of the mechanism, and I seized the opportunity and shoved him into the center of the trap. The steel jaws snapped shut with a deafening clang, locking around his leg. The hunter howled in pain, thrashing against the restraint, but it held fast. A net covered in wolf's bane mixed with wolf’s pit fell on top of him and he screamed.