Potter Traps Novels & Stories

Once they reached a dead end, Cornelius once again knelt down and found the crevice, similar to the previous one and placed the gemstone of his ring in it; just like before the wall moved with a slight tremor, with dust falling, like a bucket of water had been overturned, leading almost everyone to cough and sneeze. “Haven’t had to use it since its inception.” Cornelius chuckled as he walked forward. “Are you saying the trapping pit has never been used?” Harry asked with a curious expression. “It has been used…” Cornelius nodded but continued with a scowl, “but never against its owner.” “Then how do you get those trapped inside out?” Thomas asked in confusion; he had assumed that this was th

It has been an hour since I left the Academy and the more time I waste, the higher the risk of failing. Once the spy-bots were inside the abandoned warehouse, I had Horus adjust the lighting. It wasn't very clear but I could see two men talking as they parted. One of them left the warehouse while the other headed back. I concentrated on the one going back to base, observing how the trapdoor was cleverly hidden. Two taps with the right foot followed by a heel click and a knock from the tip of the shoe of the left foot. The trapdoor started to move and descended. Another trapdoor replaced the previous one as if nothing happened.

Fish. I set to work like a true Mosswood witch. Two snare traps under the fern line using vines and bent saplings. A shallow pit trap with sharpened stakes (camouflaged under leaves). I added a ring of noise wards using stones and whispered magic, so anything walking heavy nearby will clang like a church bell in my head.

LOGAN’S POV “The sacred pot…that protects their palace?” Gertrude asked with a puzzled look on his face. “The sacred pot is a type of pot that places a protection barrier over a palace. That barrier only prevents long range attacks fired into the palace. It also notifies the kingdom when enemies walk into the barrier. The protection barrier only protects the palace from the outside and it’s vulnerable to attacks on the inside,” I concluded. I inhaled and exhaled in order not to break my concentration.

Yoel grabbed Elaine, trying to calm her down. "Don't worry. This is our place; nobody can hurt you here." "This has to be Julianna's prank!" he snapped, stomping his foot in frustration. "Julianna, show yourself!" he yelled into the darkness. "Quit the poltergeist act! Do you want me to lock the garden doors and leave you to starve?" I sneered, unheard, and thought, ‘Too late, Yoel. You already killed me, you monster.’

The three men crouched in a corner, gripping steel pipes and baseball bats like strays waiting for a meal. The elevator reached B1. Mia dragged a suitcase behind her. Landon followed with Noah in his arms. The garage was dim. Heads down, they hurried toward the parking spots. Bang! A steel pipe slammed into a concrete pillar two yards in front of Landon. Sparks flew. Landon froze. Three figures stepped out from behind the pillar. Andy rolled his shoulders, dragging the pipe across the ground with a harsh screech. "Oh? Going somewhere? In a hurry to die?"

She reached down to clear her dead leg from the intake grate, but her hand froze. Deep inside the drainage pipe, a mechanical clicking sound began to vibrate through the metal. It wasn't the sound of a valve opening. It was the heavy, rhythmic snapping of ancient, spring-loaded iron teeth within the lining of the pipe—a secondary quarantine trap designed to prevent anything from swimming out of the deep basin. Before she could drag her torso back into the silt chamber, the first iron ring snapped shut around her left forearm. The metal teeth bit straight through her leather sleeve and into the bone, locking her arm flat against the intake pipe.

"And I'll make it quick." "So you admit it?" Bianca's voice trembled. She needed to hear it one last time. "The pills you gave me... they were poison?" Matteo dropped the act. He sneered. "So what if they were? You think I was actually interested in you?" His voice dripped with contempt. "You were just a tool. A useful one. Now the tool is broken. So it has to be destroyed." Just then— CRASH! The front door of the penthouse flew off its hinges.

"I need you to be sure. Look at the list of activities. Tell me what you’re comfortable with. Tell me what scares you too much." I looked at the list. Impact play. Restraints. Sensory deprivation. As I read the words, I didn't feel disgusted. I felt a deep, pulsing heat in my gut. I realized that all the stalking, all the provocation, all the games I had played with him... I was looking for this. I wanted him to catch me. I wanted him to hold me down. "I like the idea of being tied down," I said, my voice getting bolder. "And I don't have any hard limits yet. I want to find them with you."

Before I left, the police helped me put on a mask and warned me seriously, "Sue may have already shown Aymus your photo. You must be careful. Remember, your safety comes first." I nodded nervously. Fortunately, Aymus adored Hepsha completely and trusted her friends without question. In less than half an hour, I successfully hid a miniature camera inside a flowerpot in their living room. Feigning worry, I said to Hepsha, "Actually, I came here looking for a friend. He disappeared after arriving in Bayndemar." Hepsha glanced at the photo of Leo in my hand and shook her head. "I haven't seen him. But I can ask my husband to help. He's very capable."