Ensnared Novels & Stories

“Stay down,” I hissed at Asher, my voice low but sharp as a blade. My arms trembled against the pull of the snare, its runes biting deep into my skin like acid. Every breath came ragged, every heartbeat felt like it was spilling straight into the circle. “Rowan, don’t..” Asher started, panic in his voice. “Quiet.” My teeth clenched. “One wrong step and this thing will shred you too.” The snare pulsed again, a cruel rhythm that ate at my veins. Blood hissed against the glowing lines, sizzling as if it were fuel. It was.

Then, Hazel laughed sarcastically, and asked again, “If I can unravel the secret behind your sinus, and nasal disorder…” Instantly, Alfred, who was struggling to be himself, was embittered, and he felt intimidated, and stood up at once from his couch. Nevertheless, his intimidating height scared Hazel out of her wits, but she still had faith in her spell. Then he interrupted her by screaming, “Stop.” Instantly, his strong hand grabbed her throat, and she lost her eloquence immediately. “You have been spying on me, and gathering much information about me, and you are trying to blackmail me. I hate it when people threaten me, especially women,” he thundered.

I knew better than to defy him, so I kept my lips sealed together. I had no idea where he was taking me. What is he gonna do with me? The dismay of uncertainty about what would happen to me was detrimental to my senses. The resolution was ample to make me insane. I dread the worst. I just lay there wordlessly, drenched in my own guilt and distress.

I whimper, already pitying myself. Just do what he says. Stop doubting for once. I sniffle, rushing towards the entanglement. I spot the cutting beneath it, and run through it. I can hear their voices approaching, swearing sexual slurs. You're out of their reach now, my love, everything's fine for now. However, I don't stop running. I keep my race until I get to another turn out of their hawk eyes. I slow down, stooping down to hold my knees, and catch my breath.

Aro added “ show me the map” Enola demanded to which Jason laid out the map of the tunnel as she started studying it. the more she studied the more her expressions darkened “ what is it?” Aro asked “ they are not just traps. You see one trap is connected to other in a way that making mistake in one trap would automatically activate the other. Unless you are really expert you can’ t pass. It’s a death wish” Even in tough situations Enola has the ability of remain calm but here her expressions were weird. gaining the hold of the villa back wasn’t even her problem yet she looked deeply troubled.

The expression you only see for people who have great passion towards something. Clueless passersby roam the museum a perfect camouflage for a brooding crime. Just a few minutes and the busy area will soon be enveloped by screams and a chaotic stampede. To that thought the boy grinned like a lunatic ready to initiate his plans. After taking a few more footages of the museum he slip off in one of the doors with a signage that read 'KEEP OUT AUTHORIZE PERSONNEL ONLY'. No doubt he's up to no good.

He rolled his eyes. "Why don't we play a game."I suggested. "What kind?." "I will blindfold you and feed you then you will figure out what I'm feeding you?." "That's seems easy." "Oh really?,let's see." I used my bandana to blindfold him,I took strawberry and decided to feed him,I knew that he doesn't like strawberry or rather he hasn't eaten strawberry because he sees it a girly fruit so he doesn't know the taste. "Hmmm....hmmmm..it's sweet but I can't place it...hey wait.. strawberry..I know the scent."He guessed correctly.

I try to move— can’t. My body won’t respond. Like I’m trapped inside it. Like something else is holding the controls. No. No, no, no— I force it. Push. Fight. Something cracks— just slightly— and my fingers twitch. “Movement detected!” “Sedate—now!” A sharp sting hits my neck— liquid fire spreads instantly— but I don’t go under. Not fully. Not this time. Because something inside me— something buried— is screaming. Don’t let them take it.

POV: Ariana I press the cool glass bottle against my palm, its shape familiar yet foreign, a weight that pulls me under. Freddie’s words echo in my mind like an ominous drum, each beat underscoring the choice I made. “Prove your loyalty.” I want to scoff, dismiss it, but his smirk haunts me. He knows I’m trapped, tangled in a web of lies, ambition and dread. He’s set the stage, and I’ve willingly stepped into the spotlight, or should I call this a trap.

A cruel, twisted grin spread across Astrid’s face as she stepped forward, grabbing Senna’s jaw with one hand and forcing the bitter liquid into her mouth with the other. “No… mmph!” With her hands cuffed, Senna struggled desperately, trying to clamp her lips shut. But Astrid’s grip was ruthless, prying her mouth open. All she could do was let hopeless tears fall. ***