Fantasy Trap Novels & Stories

I started to wonder how it worked. "It is," she answered. "As far as I know, it requires a certain ritual and a few drops of powerful blood. That's how you settle a trap. Then you either need to share the blood of the one who made the trap or cross the spot with that person walking next to you." "So, the traps here are similar to those in the tunnels that lead to the residence?" When Amanda nodded again, something occurred to me. "Maybe my blood could be used to make those traps?" I thought that this might have been a good idea, but Amanda's lips twisted wryly.

With a single thought, the runes could shape raw essence into nearly anything: magical arrays, invisible pouches, endless spaces, swords, enchanted houses hidden in pocket realms, forests that grew themselves in minutes, traps, safe sanctuaries where time bent slower than reality, and even Siphons. I didn't know what to make but I knew I needed to make something he would like. Something profitable. Something that could fetch me more than his down payment. I smiled at the Space of Wonder like it was a dare. I’d decided to make a trap. Not the slow, petty thing I first imagined that would turn anyone into ash. It was so crude and destructive. I wanted to create something profitable and clever.

Making full eye contact with the demon across the table from me, I formed the words, “What do I have to do?” “Get onto a boat and go somewhere no one has successfully gone in at least 80 years. You will act as an interpreter for the expedition. Upon the completion of the expedition and your arrival home it will be something that you will never be allowed to speak of to anyone. If you do a bullet to the back of your head is the best of circumstances that you could ask for in consideration of all the other things that might be done to you instead. In short, if you do your part thorough and stay quiet, we will see to it that your parents get to stay on in their new fantasyland and that you get

Hey everyone!! I am author buttercup. And am here today with my first novel. I hope you guys will like this story. So the story is about a poor girl. Who always think to be treated like a princess.. but in her family she was just treated like a slave.... Her brother who was a small business man he tricked his sister to climbe into the bed of a business tycoon and this was all just for a big business deal... What will happen now? When she know that her own brother had trick her like this? What will happen when the man and woman face-off eachother?

The spell made her wander all the way out of school to Bombay Sapphire, but Killian wasn't even here when she woke up. So what was Killian's intention? Did he got suspected of her identity, and was testing her with the spell? But how? The Triskaideka Coven had been looking for her for long. That Evelyn knew. But they shouldn't be able to find again, not after the incident from two years ago-- Along with her wolf, Scarlett sealed her totem -- the one thing that bears the mark of her magic, and the one thing that can be used to trace her! Did she dare hope that Killian did this only as a prank on her?

She felt like a child who had wondered into an R rated movie. "Our employees are all chosen for their exceptional physical traits. All the men are at least six feet tall, all are younger than thirty, and all are-" Here Mrs. Hartley hesitated, making Emma look up. There was a sparkle in her eyes as she held her hands a little over a foot apart. "-well endowed," she finished. "The ladies are also chosen carefully," she continued. "They are all well-toned and have a bra size of at least DD. A dozen ladies are available for fantasy play, as well as more than twenty males."

How can we put an end to this if we don’t stay away from each other? We were not in any kind of relationship, but when I write my diary entry that night, it feels like I’ve been jilted. I strike through the whole entry, determined not to let him mar my sexy fantasies. Just because I stopped acting on these fantasies doesn’t mean I can’t write them. This time, I’m writing from experience. When Rhys touches me in my fantasies, I feel his touch as though it were real, the scent of his skin when he embraces me so unadulterated that the lines between imagination and reality start to blur.

The smell of mold permeated the air, making me choke and cough. I didn't know where I was being taken to. Suddenly, I saw a light in front of me, coming through a half-closed door. Immediately, I shook off the man's hand and ran toward the light. Shocked, he tried to grab me, but I slapped him hard. Caught unaware, the man paused. He was dazed. His spectacles fell onto the ground with a clink and were promptly stepped on and destroyed. The light was getting closer. Hope welled up in my heart.

Still, I shrug in response. The Oz experience was what we gave to new comers. We sent them to a random room, blindfolded, and then they got to experience sex with a stranger. The newbie was Dorothy. And the dom was the wizard. “Why not?” I say finally. Eve smiles. “I’ll keep a good lookout. Felix mentioned some girl was coming.” “I’ll be in my usual room. Room 13.” “Right, boss.” Eve goes to the key cabinet and takes out a long, golden key with a silver 13 keychain on the end of it. I take the thing then head upstairs to my room. I smirk at the sounds of the club.