The Words In Your Snare Novel Novels & Stories

He looked at all three of us in turn — at me, at Yulian in Kayden's body, at Kayden in Yulian's body — and there was something in the look that made the back of my neck feel the way it felt before something significant happened. "The soul-snare is anchored to a bond," he said. "Not a random one. The magic chose these two men specifically because of the nature of what exists between them." He paused. "A bond this old and this deep does not lock without a key. The snare requires a third point to complete its structure. In this case—" He looked at me. "You." "Me," I said.

Sienna's POV My knees slammed into the stone flags with a wet, sickening crack that sent sharp pain exploding up my thighs and bursting inside my skull like a hammer strike. The air in my lungs turned to ice, crushed beneath an invisible force that pressed down from every direction at once. I couldn't turn my head or even blink as the tether pulsed behind my eyes with a slow, heavy rhythm that had nothing to do with fighting or defense. She was snoring. The ancient wolf had completely shut down, abandoning me alone on my knees before our creator.

We would create the map, set the snares, and when he struck, we would cinch the trap. They fuelled him bait like a monarch unfurling a feast, careful, expensive, immaculate. We grooved to the rhythm of Killan : burners blazing, drones echoing in the night. All of the elements of the trap had been laid out with the type of patience that hardens a man's pride into steel.

GO FOR HIS NECK NOW, Nate links In a blink of an eye, Snow has his neck in her throat. He was caught off guard by my wolf, he didn't even have time to get out of the way. Snow bites furiously, and he lets out a whimper. Her fangs in his throat are powerful, and I can smell his blood. He fights for a while, trying to kick her off of him, but she doesn't let go. His side is yelling loudly, calling me names, or telling him to get loose. Not a chance. I'm not letting go.

I muttered, trying to explain myself. I wanted her to understand that I meant well. But she suddenly snapped, jabbing a finger at my face, almost poking me in the eye. "It's not like he didn't give you any. You just chose not to eat them! All you ever do is think about money. You're nothing compared to your brother!" The comparison wrapped around my chest like a curse, squeezing the air out of me. Mom turned to the sales assistant and asked her to bring a gold necklace that cost almost ten thousand dollars. She fastened it around Henry's neck.

Something heavy, unnatural. I obeyed instinctively, pivoting slightly to the left. Dorian and Bryan mirrored my movement without question, their trust absolute. A trap lay ahead—a snare woven between two trees, nearly invisible, designed to catch a foot or an ankle. The cord was taut, ready to tighten. I exhaled, fingers brushing against the Warrior’s tether in my mind, acknowledging the warning. I signaled with a flick of my wrist. Dorian leaped over the trap, Bryan rolled to the side, and I passed through, heart hammering, but unscathed.

Normal humans couldn't be this cold! Just as I was about to struggle out of his hold, the person began hugging me even closer to himself. Suddenly, I was reminded of Basil, that idiotic snake. "Why did you leave?" I shoved my thoughts aside and looked at him in confusion. What was he talking about? "You—" "Why did you leave me? I really like you a lot! You're not allowed to fall in love with other snakes' eggs. I can give them to you if you want them." I felt utterly confused. My brain felt like it had just short-circuited when I heard the man say that to me.

She is dangerous because of that. With anger and panic brewing in my veins, I clinched my fists. They were discussing me. The first guy said, "Veyron doesn't care." "It's over the instant she enters his trap." I gasped. A snare? I didn't hear the footsteps until it was too late since I was so preoccupied with what they were saying. I was jerked back into the darkness as a hand closed over my lips. My wolf roared to the surface as I battled, but my assailant was too powerful.

I couldn’t drag more people into my mess. With a small flick of my wrist, the book rose again. This time, a mischievous thought crossed my mind. I guided the book until it hovered just above Brienne’s head, circling like a lazy predator. My lips curved into a small smirk. One flick of my finger, and— The door creaked open. I froze mid-air, my hand suspended. Eliana stood at the entrance, her eyes wide as they darted between me and the floating book. The spell broke; the book crashed onto Brienne’s head. She groaned and turned away, still half-asleep.

She thought he might have gotten the memo, but it didn’t seem like he kept moving forward until he caged her between the wall and him. With a snare of desires in his eyes and a swarm of buzzing yearning in his stomach, he pushed himself into her body. She looked inviting, and how could he resist a willing meal when the prey offered it to the predator? He entombed his head in her neck, inhaling her scent, placing his lips on her neck, “Should I call you a coward? Or an opportunist?” he spoke with his serpent tongue, injecting his venomous words into her heart, spreading it to her brain.