Trap God 2 Novels & Stories

Just then, a man pushed through the crowd and stepped in front of Derek. “Alpha, give the word—we’re ready.” It was his Beta, voice calm but filled with authority. Kelvin froze, as if struck by lightning. “What… what did you call him? Alpha?” he stuttered. Derek tilted his head, smirking. “Do you doubt the existence of the Rogue Pack?” Kelvin didn’t answer. His lips moved but no words came out. Alex, still seated, looked stunned. “Wait… that Rogue Pack? The one that’s invaded territory after territory over the past years? The one with the mysterious Alpha no one has ever seen?”

The second method can be relied on many times, that is, the location of the magic formation builder remembers you and is willing to accept you back. This is Break Bone Human said, Tadhg Walter remembers it very clearly, this time he drank from the side of Gunner Vivian and took out water while listening to these things. Although this second method is much more reliable than the first, it is still not a solution, because when one person enters this place, the whole world of heaven and earth begins to be eaten by the power of taboo trail. As for everyone involved in the magic array, they will all want to kill him in a very short time.

There was also an image in her mind that she could think would save her, though it was impossible, and doubtfully he would… Greg… Yes, even if it seemed impossible for Greg to care about whatever would happen to her, she was still hoping he would actually arrive to rescue her from this monster and would not let this monster go all over the thing he wanted to do to her body! She closed her eyes and hoped that a miracle could take place or that thunder would strike straight into this idiot’s head just to prevent him from winning to inflict all his force on her! Where are you, Greg? Help me… Please help me… She was in the middle of her cries. She whispered prayers that the monster wouldn’t succ

Someone is dying! She mumbled to herself when it rang again. This time she rose up to her feet with the intention to check the caller id when the door of the washroom opens diverting her attention as she turned and the next instance her eyes widen when a half naked Adam steps out in just a towel wrapped around his torso. He was looking like a Greek God with all those fine muscles and biceps that can shame models for sure. His tan skin was glistening with droplets of water from his body looking all hot!

“Keep it. It’ll keep you standing.” “What if it knocks me down?” “Then I’ll pick you up,” he said. “And if I go down, you do the same.” I nodded, my fingers curled in the fabric at his waist. The bone charm warmed in my palm. “Where do we practice?” I asked, pulling back enough to see him again. He looked toward the treeline. “Blackridge is closer, but the fallen tower has stronger stone. We need the place that remembers vows louder.” “Fallen tower,” I said, because I wanted something that could hold us both if the sky broke.

--- Micah returned at dawn. He was pale, his arm bandaged with torn cloth, his fur matted with blood and snow. He collapsed at the gate. I ran to him. "What happened?" "We found them. Tor and his four. They were camped in a canyon. We watched. Then the ground opened." "Opened?" "Trap. Ice broke. Farrah fell. I tried to pull her out, but something grabbed her from below. Claws. Cold. Umbra." "Umbra?"

She named the route: an old boundary loop past the gorse and into the shallow ridge where the pack trained hunting tactics. The line moved, and Korra walked at the head, her staff across her shoulders, and her senses alert. The trainees fell into step around her. Warriors lined the perimeter, shadows against trees. Halfway through the ridge, the world shifted. There was no shout, just a sudden ripple of motion: a figure dropped from the trees with the smoothness of a falling leaf, another uncoiled from the gorse, and behind them a dozen shapes ghosted into the open, garbed in mismatched leather and dark scarves. Their faces were shadowed, but the emblem glinting on one man’s shoulder, a smal

"Have you been keeping count of the number of women you and Hector deceived through online dating? I don't think perverts like you would remember that. But it's okay. Someone else will remember what you did and take revenge against you two on behalf of those women." The twins had been meeting women through online dating. With their good looks, they'd assaulted countless women. In the beginning, they would spike the women's drinks so they blacked out. Then, they would both do the deed together. Even if the victim realized something was wrong, there was no way to pinpoint their doings. After numerous successful attempts, they became bolder, until they met Wendy, who accidentally bumped into th

“I’ll come back. I promise. I make deals with the devil every day I live this life. How do think I’ve survived this fucking long? I can’t do work for him if I’m dead.” “Fucking asshole,” she murmured, “come back.” I smiled softly at her. I nodded at Augusta, who was clutching her rosary in terror. “I’ll be back, Augusta. Promise.” “You better. I still handle your food. I can still poison you if you hurt my daughter.” I winked. It was all bullshit and bravado. “I’ll come back. I promise.” I didn’t take the stairs. I ran down to the street. I had no doubt that just because we’d reached the hotel, the gunman wasn’t still around.

There was this voice that seemed concerned about something yet he wasn't able to understand until he heard a young girl's voice somewhere closer to him, terrified and desperately pleading. "Megan, please... Don't do this. I'm scared!" "Relax sweety... I'm your mother so please trust me, okay?" The woman replied. "This won't hurt you unless you refuse to behave yourself!" 'What was happening?' He thought wanting to open his mouth but his strength was slowly draining. Anton tries hard to open his eyes but he feels so dizzy and the next thing he hears is the loud shrieks of the girl before darkness envelopes him completely.