The Words In Your Snare Novel Novels & Stories

My words could have been a clap of thunder. My father, still holding the Serpentkins' proposal letter, froze in the air. My mother was left gaping, her tail bristling as she cried, "Have you lost your mind, Winnie?! Ebony is born impotent and bloodthirsty! There were rumors that he almost bit through a servant's throat when he snapped! It's suicide!" I was about to argue when my father cleared his throat. "You're right. Sirius and Lola have marked each other—what would happen to them if Winnie doesn't marry?"

His whimper is pitiful and filled with fear, but I have no sympathy for him. The young man snarls when he catches our scent and starts to rage against his bindings again. The chains clang loudly, the hollow sound echoing off the walls. The scent of sweat and fear fills the air. Simone wrinkels her nose and blindly reaches out for me. I side-step towards her and rest my hand on the small of the back.

“Stay down,” I hissed at Asher, my voice low but sharp as a blade. My arms trembled against the pull of the snare, its runes biting deep into my skin like acid. Every breath came ragged, every heartbeat felt like it was spilling straight into the circle. “Rowan, don’t..” Asher started, panic in his voice. “Quiet.” My teeth clenched. “One wrong step and this thing will shred you too.” The snare pulsed again, a cruel rhythm that ate at my veins. Blood hissed against the glowing lines, sizzling as if it were fuel. It was.

Ronan The laughter under the stones didn’t sound like victory. It sounded like confidence. Ronan kept his stance wide and steady, as if he was bracing against a real tide. His magic pressed downward in a controlled stream, pinning whatever the thing was in the snare Mirra had built. Selene’s silver netting held it from above—clean, tight, sharp as a blade without being reckless. The nexus trembled once, then again, like it was testing the limits of what it could hold.

he snaps. Two of his loyalists lunge forward. My wolf has been waiting for something to sink her teeth into all night. Finally. Power surges up my spine, hot and bright. Eyes. Claws. Voice. “Back away,” I snarl, and the word is more than sound. Sigils along the ceiling flare in answer. The air tightens. One of the guards who started to move toward me staggers back as if pushed by an invisible hand, blinking in confusion.

Occasionally, she’d catch a glimpse of a long leg looming in the doorway, though no further steps followed. The silence made Svanna clench her fists unconsciously. Her mind was working frantically so she could at least do something. There was a wooden plank—a remnant of broken tables—and her hands gripped it tightly. She was ready to fight. However, the repeated sound of a sneeze immediately hinted that it was Nightroe who was there. At first silent, and now taking steps closer. The lily. Svanna still remembered that she was carrying that bouquet, and now it would be a problem for them if the man didn’t stop searching the entire warehouse.

It wasn’t complete control yet, but it was enough. And then… the first trap. A hidden snare, barely visible, aimed to catch me by the leg. My heart thudded, my breath quickened, but instinct took over. My wolf surged, energy pulsing outward, and the snare snapped as if burned by invisible fire. The trackers cursed, voices low and sharp, but I didn’t pause.

"Don't talk. Just hold on. The snow's about to stop." However, Janet seemed to see nothing. Confused, she whispered in my ear. "Don't tell him I'm still dumb and a failure. I've been everywhere, but I still can't forget him." Tears and blood streaked Janet's face. "If you get better, I won't tell him how much of a failure you are!" She hugged my neck, her voice barely a whisper. "He made those clay dolls for me—one for him and one for me. We'd never be apart."

she commented, still unconscious while using herself. Snaedis emerged in the sky above the city. Her physical appearance grew more distinct and distinct from the human reincarnation Sara she had been. Sophia was taken aback by the yellowish, dirty white outfit Snaedis was wearing, as well as the glistening golden flowers that were floating about her. Hanaele even complimented her on her ability to throw not just water, but also the power of the earth, prosperity, and fire, as well as other elements. As a result of Hanaele's push away from Cassius, Cassius began to progressively fade away from his whole body. As he glanced down, tears began to stream down his cheeks from his eyes.

Sophia said, and then her fingers were sliding my underwear aside, touching my pussy which was already wet and aching. I grabbed her shoulders for support as she circled my tilts, her mouth on my neck and her other hand holding me steady against the wine rack. "You're so responsive," Sophia whispered, adding pressure. "I've wanted to touch you since the moment we met." I couldn't form words anymore, I could only hold on as she worked me expertly, her fingers knowing exactly where to touch and how much pressure to apply, building me toward something I desperately needed. "That's it," Sophia encouraged, her fingers moving faster. "Come for me, Emma."