Mind Is A Steel Trap Novels & Stories

He should have been resting, but his mind was restless. There was something coming. He could feel it. A shift in the wind. A disturbance in the air. It was subtle, almost imperceptible, but it was there. His hand tightened around the hilt of his sword. Whatever it was, they needed to be ready. Breaking Limits The training continued throughout the morning. Aria guided Magnus, her voice steady as she helped him navigate the power surging within him. It was slow progress, but progress nonetheless. Every time Magnus felt the corruption claw at him, threatening to take control, Aria would remind him: Move with it, not against it.

Jensen My mouth is dry, and my head is pounding. I vaguely remember falling asleep in the car while JT chewed our asses out for drinking and fighting. The bikers started it. Storm and I finished it, is all. Were we supposed to let them beat us bloody? I like to fight, but I’m not a masochist. I don’t enjoy pain, but it helps to clear the brain. When I fight I can focus on it with blank uncluttered mine. I can’t meditate on shit, so the only way I can achieve mindfulness is while fighting. Or maybe I’m just hyper-focusing? I was diagnosed with ADHA while I was a kid.

“That might have worked if you had enough mental strength and if I let you. You see, since I was a kid I had spent my whole life building shields around my mind. At first, they were stick walls, then they became brick walls, steel walls and eventually walls made of diamonds. It would take a really powerful Mind Wraith to evade my mind.” “Wow. This is all so mind-blowing. No pun intended.” I chuckled. “So what is in the underground and why are Mind Wraiths not allowed.” “The Underground is where we keep the worst of the worst as prisoners and you my dear are more than welcome.” “Why?” “Because that’s where you start your training, Darling.”

I may not like hurting someone, but if someone thinks to hurt my people, then I will not hesitate to destroy them. I sit up straight, my hands dropping to my lap as my brain keeps working, running every possibility, every angle. If there’s a crack in this trap, I’ll find it. If there’s a weak link, I’ll break it. My power doesn’t come with flashy displays or raw force like some protectors, but it doesn’t need to. My mind is my weapon, and it’s stronger than any blade. I focus on Sophia, on everything I know about her. She’s fierce and nurturing, and she doesn’t back down, even when she should.

Mindy seemed oblivious to Max's words, continuing to swing the stool violently. "I don't want to go to jail, I don't want to lose my freedom. You have to take me away now!" "Alright, alright, I'll take you. Just put the stool down first." In her agitated state, Mindy was surprisingly strong. Max attempted to block and disarm her twice, but was unsuccessful. To calm her down, he pretended to agree to her demands. "If I put down the stool, you'll take me away?" Mindy paused and looked at him expectantly, still holding onto a glimmer of hope.

Finally, however, he met my eyes. “Elaine worked the Mind, and from everything I gathered… they were rare. One, or two at a time. Never more than that. It made them extremely dangerous and coveted, because they could sense thoughts—if not read them. Influence the mind to do or sense anything they wanted it to. “They could, if pushed perhaps, not completely break the bond between mates. But conceal it if need be. Make its effects less urgent. I cannot confirm this, but I suspect it may have been what she did to Gaius and his mate, unintentionally.”

Trayton ~“I am waiting for your clever ass to say something and that does not seem like it is going to happen anytime soon.” Man ~“You seem to forget who is holding the gun.” Trayton ~“Do you really think that dinky toy is going to do anything?” When I am in this mindset nothing seems to scare me. He takes the grip of the gun and smashes it into my left temple barely missing the corner of my eye. It hurts like a bitch but I do not flinch or say a word. Trayton ~“Yes you definitely have a dinky two there. You have more luck breaking that thing than hurting me.”

I couldn’t sort it out. So, yeah, I threw myself at training like it owed me money. Steel, claws, sweat... anything to drown out the static in my head. Every swing at the wooden dummy echoed across the courtyard. I went at it again and again, arms trembling, muscles burning. It was good pain. The kind that kept you from thinking. “Again,” I growled, barely a whisper. “Again.” Because if I stopped, the thoughts would start. And if the thoughts started, I’d probably just fall apart.

My body moves before my mind. The woods choke around the mansion, heavy with mud and shadow. The ground is seeded with trap wires coiled like snakes, steel teeth hidden under leaves. I see them all. They glow to my eyes like red scars in the earth. I step wide, slow, sure. Not one catches me.

Ivy tugged at my sleeve and fretted, "Have you lost your mind? Are you seriously going to let them get away with this?" I smiled because I finally understood why Sophie had always known what I was thinking before I did. She hadn't used a hidden camera or any kind of AI algorithm. She definitely couldn't read minds either.