Once Your Mine Trigger Warnings Novels & Stories

Mum, I need your help again. Then the picture came through in a media message with the most wonderful sounding blip I'd ever heard. I opened the message and stared, my eyes absorb- ing what she'd just sent. Brynne was playing her hand in a kill-game situation, and had just upped the ante by betting huge stakes that could go either way. I loved her so much for doing it. I thought my heart could burst right on the spot. My girl played her cards with the instincts of an experienced ace. Of course she does, she's my girl.

When we finally break through the mine entrance, the blinding, crisp afternoon sunlight hits us like a physical blow. The fresh, oxygen-rich air is intoxicating. Several of the she-wolves immediately collapse into the snow-dusted dirt outside the mine, weeping openly as they breathe in the clean mountain wind, the toxic grip of the silver mines finally broken. "Get them in the transports!" I shout, running toward the lead vehicle. "Turn the heaters to maximum! Radio Luna Liora and tell her we are coming in hot with severe silver toxicity and malnutrition!" I climb into the back of the SUV, refusing to let go of the toddler in my arms. Elias scrambles in beside me, pulling his mate and his ow

It started squeezing my throat again as the lights flickered and new red warning messages flashed across every screen: WARNING: FORSAKEN PROTOCOL ACTIVATED CONTAINMENT BREACH IN PROGRESS

Trigger warning This has extremely mature erotic scenes and dark erotic scenes. May include rape, rough sex, abuse, assault, death, and other forms of torture so please be aware before reading. If you believe any of these topics may upset you, please do not read this book. It has not been written to trigger or upset anyone so I would rather you not read it if you think any of these topics will have this result for you. BACK AT THE OFFICE Cameron

that was mapping every thermal leak and mechanical vibration on the planet’s surface. "It’s a 'Kinetic Trigger'," Mara whispered, her voice barely audible in the darkened Command Center. The room was lit only by the faint, green glow of emergency phosphors. "The probe isn't the weapon, Audrey. It’s the 'Targeting-Beacon.' It’s waiting for a 'Verification-Pulse.' The moment we turn on the high-energy filters or fire up the main Geyser-Core, it will signal the main fleet. We are living under a magnifying glass, and the sun is about to come out."

All the explosives, daisy-chained together. "Grey rigged the entrance," one of the bomb techs said, his voice tight. "We found it ten minutes ago. Tried to warn you on the radio but—" "Secondary trigger," Kayden finished. He was moving toward me carefully, his own feet avoiding several other pressure plates I could now see scattered across the floor. "Grey set up the whole room like a minefield. One wrong step..." He didn't need to finish. One wrong step, and we all died. Behind me, Marco and the others were frozen in the doorway, afraid to move forward or back.

Lucien leaned forward. “Oh, I like the sound of that.” Marcus grinned. “Your father left traps.” Aurora looked between them. “What kind of traps?” Victor answered calmly. “The kind that makes hunters regret getting too close.” Aurora studied the screen again. Another command appeared beneath the message. ACTIVATE RESPONSE PROTOCOL Aurora hesitated. Rafael noticed immediately. “You’re not sure.” Aurora exhaled slowly. “If I activate it, what happens?” Marcus shrugged.

They slammed across the passage horizontally, right where our torsos would have been if we’d slowed or stumbled. “Motion‑triggered spike wall,” Jax panted. “Classic.” He looked back at where the beam had flickered and then at me, eyes too sharp not to connect the dots. “Nice timing, horror girl.” “Keep moving,” I said, heart hammering in my throat. I could feel the Game’s attention prickling like static. My armband buzzed once: a tiny, private alert. MINOR ANOMALY: REGISTERED SOURCE: AUTHOR The text vanished before I could fully process it.

The words seemed alive. Breathing. Watching. A cold chill crawled down her spine as the silver mark on her stomach pulsed painfully beneath her fingertips. Then the second message appeared not written in blood, written in silver light. Trust no one. Icarra stumbled back, her wolf growled violently inside her chest, behind her, the tent flap snapped open. Kaelen entered first, Lucian followed a second later, both froze the moment they saw the warning. Kaelen’s eyes darkened instantly.

Zack cries out from his hiding spot. “Ministry of Bravery! Stay where you are!” A male voice shouts. The Sharks are here. I can hear footsteps running towards us, as soon as the Sharks come in they start to fire their guns and the Eels inside do the same. Each gunshot lights up the mine for an instant with an orange flare. Grace stops pointing her gun at me and starts shooting into the darkness hoping to hit a Shark. I break the rope and take out my gag before I bend down and start to crawl away from where she is. My arm is throbbing but I ignore the pain. The gunshots continue, I need to get out of the mine as soon as possible but in the darkness I can’t see where I am going. I reach the wa