Potter Traps Novels & Stories

When I finally made that decision, I smiled. All of a sudden, Howard pushed me aside, and Hector came closer. "Yvette, why would you drink the beer I handed you when you didn't dare to eat or drink anything else? How adorable. Don't worry. We will be very gentle…" As he spoke, he threw me onto the couch and pulled out a bag from underneath. I saw them taking that out from their suitcase earlier on. However, what it contained wasn't as harmless as they claimed. Handcuffs, candles…

My mind raced even faster than it already is and I reason that the only possible types of traps that can be here are motion sensitive ones or weight sensitive ones. Once it senses my movement or my weight, the trap will activate and I will either be killed or injured and trapped. I decide to test the motion sensitive one first with the shards of glass in my hand. I throw three of the shards in the air and they land on the floor, shattering further. Nothing happens after I wait for some seconds. I am surprised that nothing happens.

my mom called but we heard no response, hope this isn't something serious, like a murder where the police would come flooding this place. After turning round and round with my family, it finally dawn on me to check the trap we had set, so I told my family and we made our way to where it was located. In no time we got there, and just like I suspected, someone was caught in the net in an odd way, to say I was shocked was an understatement, I turned to look at my parents as they both had the same shocked expression on their faces. We made our way further towards the trap when we heard a voice, it was a female voice and

She watched him with twice the amount of hate she had used earlier to watch him. "What's the last condition?" She asked red-faced. The last condition he had in mind was to make her say she was nothing but a worthless girl and go to her knees begging for him to reject her. It had looked like the best thing to do at the time but now he couldn't bring himself to do it any longer. His mouth was dry at the moment and it was because he had gotten horny because of her. He watched her as she stamped her feet waiting for whatever horrors he had to dish out for her.

I drank it all in one swift movement. Jason, I wouldn't beg for your love again. I was going to love myself. So… Why are you the one who ended up regretting it? ... I looked at the crystal vial in my hand. The pale, pink liquid shimmered inside, giving off a scent that was both mesmerizing and dangerous. This was the legendary Love Potion, the forbidden magic of our world of Werewolves. Drink it, and the target would have "love" etched deep into their soul for seven years.

Aiden agreed. "Okay, shoot two targets, you win a keychain, shoot four targets, you win a keychain and a stuffed dolphin, but if you're lucky enough and get all six targets, you win a water bottle, a gift card and that huge stuffed bear," the attendant finished as he pointed to a huge brown bear nestled on a shelf. "Do you think you can do it?" Katherine asked, as the man handed the darts to Aiden. "Let's find out," He smirked as he took the gun from the attendant.

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.

None of these guys even bothered to ask them. “Where is he taking him?” Margarita asked. “Maybe some new plans on how to... bring hell,” Sarah commented. “What is this?” Mateo questioned again. Aslan took him to another room. “Poppy,” “Poppy seeds.” they were busy discussing this new thing that helps in the medical field, but the illegal business of this thing brings a big influx. “How is Samson?” Everything aside, Sarah never let go of how she felt about the man she had loved for so long.

Only a selected few knew about this, so people wouldn't keep coming and going and end up putting the werewolf realm in potential danger. The only way to get through The Gate, was to give it a specific amount of potter's stone. Unlike it's name, the potter's stone was not made by or related to the potter. It was named that way, because of its resemblance in color to clay. They were really hard to find and even when you found them, expensive to acquire. A specific amount of the potter's stone was to be placed in the weigh-like figure at the side of The Gate that looked like it was for an aesthetic purpose. Without putting in the potter's stone, opening the gate would be like opening every othe