Saw Every Trap Novels & Stories

Step three. A loud snap cracked through the forest. A steel trap slammed shut around the stick. The warriors jumped back. Darian whistled. “Well. That’s unpleasant.” Lian stared at the trap with wide eyes. “That would have taken my leg.” “Yes,” Mira said quietly. She knelt beside the trap and opened it carefully. “You see now.” Rowan crouched nearby. “They set this inside our forest.” “Yes.” “Bold.” “Desperate.” I studied the ground again.

Dean roared in approval as I pushed him closer to the trap. The rogue’s foot brushed the edge of the mechanism, and I seized the opportunity and shoved him into the center of the trap. The steel jaws snapped shut with a deafening clang, locking around his leg. The hunter howled in pain, thrashing against the restraint, but it held fast. A net covered in wolf's bane mixed with wolf’s pit fell on top of him and he screamed.

Supposedly. Eric replayed the footage again. His eyes narrowed. “No.” The word was quiet. Certain. “No, you didn't die that easily.” He reached for the remote. The news footage changed. CONVICTED KILLER LOTTIE SMITH DEAD IN PRISON FIRE. Then came the images. Smoke. Fire trucks. A ruined prison wing. Seventeen dead prisoners. A burned body identified through an identification bracelet. Eric watched without blinking. A slow, humorless smile appeared on his face.

“I guess we need to find Andre then. We find Andre, and then....” “You don’t think the Barrettas won’t come after you?” The Fixer asked. “Because they sure as fuck will. Audrina didn’t just magically become the CEO of her own business. They gave her the money with the caveat that she would let them move drugs through the companys shipment containers. It’s never going to be you and her and your happy, little family. You’d have to do what I did if you want peace. You destroy every, single, one of those fuckers and then you disappear with her. People like you and me Capaldi-----you can’t have happiness and power at the same time. Death will always be around the corner.”

"What are you afraid of? I looked around. This is a blind spot with no surveillance cameras." Things started to get steamy. Somehow, Howard seemed rushed. He behaved differently from when we were kissing in the room. I was prepared to do it with him then, but my guts told me something was off. Howard seemed to notice I was distracted. "Babe, what are you thinking about? It's a great opportunity right here. So many people are out there being chased by ghosts, yet inside here…" I couldn't bring myself to listen to him. "Stop it."

Hiding in the shadows, I stay still and see what the person is doing. No one was supposed to be here. I came earlier than anyone else. As I heighten my senses, I feel the presence, but away from where I was standing. A sudden click distracts me, and suddenly I see the person move. Whoever it was, had activated the traps in the room. Moving around, I evade every trap. The booby traps were all over the place. As I tried to skip the booby traps, I felt something grab me from the leg and pull me. Groaning, I feel it burn. What the hell?

Reina took the chance, slipping sideways with a muttered excuse. “Get back here, Reina,” I snapped, but she was already halfway out the door. “Reina!” Gone. I wheeled forward fast, but Lucas stepped in front of me. "Boss, you need to see this," he said, glancing at the tablet in his hand. “What?!” I barked. “The trap caught a mouse. I repeat…the trap caught a mouse.” I blinked at him, deadpan, like he’d just recited the national anthem. “What the fuck are you, a Boy Scout pledge?”

I watched the monitor as the operation updated in real time. The map showed our empty truck surrounded by syndicate operatives. They had walked directly into the trap. For a moment Tristan said nothing, his hand settled against the back of my chair almost without thought as he studied the screen. I noticed the gesture and did not comment on it. The important fact was simpler, the trap had worked. The people who came for the truck had been caught. Two of the operatives were brought into the Apex basement.

Jax whispered. “There is metal littered all over this field.” He nodded, and I released him, keeping the others in stasis. Jax picked up a large stick and began to poke the ground. A large steel-clawed trap snapped off the end of the stick. “Bear traps. These are lethal. Maximum damage.” Jax tripped ten of them immediately around us, having to collect another stick.” “Can you see them?”

“Not on the illusions.” Step by step, we pressed forward, recording every microreaction, every movement, every subtle shift in his positioning. The warehouse became a living puzzle, one that required patience, coordination, and absolute trust. --- Then the trap revealed itself. A series of small explosions — bright flashes of light combined with loud bangs — erupted from the center of the warehouse. The ground trembled slightly, sending dust and debris scattering. Reflexes took over: we ducked, rolled, and blocked while maintaining observation and coordination.