Trapped 1 Novels & Stories

she murmured, a slow smile forming, “is for the system to upgrade them.” Ding! Her eyes lit up instantly. {Traps detected ×10} {Trap attack power increased by 100-fold} Curious, Ivy walked toward the nearest trap. She looked down and her breath caught. Sharp metallic spikes filled the pit, pointing upward like deadly fangs. The depth… Far deeper than she had dug. From the surface, the trap looked small. But inside...it was massive. Large enough to trap dozens....no, even hundreds of enemies. Humans. Monsters.

Her throat was dry and she could not think straight with all these jumbled emotions and feelings because of those deep stares from this stranger. She blinked slowly and her gaze followed him while he leisurely took time to descend into her place. Trapped... She was trapped and could not go anywhere. Trapped inside his deep gaze, which penetrated deep into her heart. It was just like prey trapped under the hunter. Unable to go anywhere and felt anxious if you made a tiny wrong move. He stood closer in front of her. Biding his time, until she felt like she could not take it anymore. During this fleeting moment that feels like an eternity, she saw him smirk, tilted his head, and asked her with

A room sealed tight, with no cracks, no escape. How did he think I had managed to slip away, just like that? Fueled by rage, Tristan bolted toward the surveillance room, leaving Jessica trembling behind. He pulled up the footage with frantic hands, his breath uneven. The screen flickered to life. There I was, trapped inside the steamer, thrashing wildly. The lid rattled under the force of my struggle. Then my movements began to slow. Bit by bit, I stilled. Until finally, silence. At some unknown point, the first fly appeared. Then the second. The third...

“What do you want me to do?” “Wait.” Then silence again. No explanation. No timeline. No face. Just one command. Wait. I backed away slowly and slumped into the chair. My fists clenched so tight, my nails dug into my palm. I couldn’t trust the detective. I couldn’t release the evidence. I couldn’t escape. I couldn’t even die without risking Natasha. I was trapped. No. Not trapped. Cornered. And I only needed one opening. One option. Just one.

Trina's P.O.V I can't move, I can't talk, I can't do anything but hear. I feel trapped in my own body. I've heard his voice several times and it always breaks my heart when he cries and I can't do anything. I wanna touch him but I can't move, I want to tell him it's okay but I can't seem to be able to move my lips. I miss everything so much, especially him. It's so dark here and I'm scared because I'm alone. Yes, I hear his voice but far away and although I want to come out of here I can't. It's all darkness.

“There is nothing We can do about it now. We need shelter. Now!” The smell of the incoming rain invaded their nostrils. Reluctantly, they abandoned the dig, gathering their supplies. The group made their way towards the treeline, the wind howling as distant thunder rumbled. Then— Snap. Jasper let out a sharp cry as the ground beneath his foot gave way. A split second later, his right leg was enclosed in a metal-toothed trap. It was like a shark's mouth had attacked his foot. Jasper's yells increased in tempo as the pain tore through him. The jagged metal teeth of the trap had sunk into his ankle, biting through his flesh and bone. It was pure agony.

Snaps her fingers. The wards around the lodge activate. Not protecting. Trapping. Golden light floods the space. But not my light. Corrupted. Purple. Wrong. And I realize too late. The trap wasn't for The Architect. It was for me.

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.

His eyes opened. Focused on me. "Ghost," Tank rasped. "Trap. It's a trap." Victoria's voice over speakers. "You're too late, Ghost. And now you're exactly where I want you." The doors slammed shut. All exits sealed. Guards poured in from hidden passages. Surrounding us. Cutting us off. "Drop your weapons," Victoria's voice ordered. We were trapped. Outnumbered. Surrounded. And Tank had led us here. Right into Victoria's hands.

All the trauma of the explosion and the constant fear for Nyla’s life came rushing to the surface, and I reached for the heavy metal pliers sitting on the table nearby. I didn't care about being a good man anymore. I didn't care about the laws or the consequences. I was a Varek, and in our world, when someone tries to take what is yours, you take everything they have left. I moved toward the man, my shadow swallowing him whole as I reached for his foot. The sanctuary of the clinic was gone. The battle was here.