Traps Book Novels & Stories

"No. We have to get out of here as soon as we can!" "But why? There are rescuers coming---" "NO RESCUER OKAY?! AT LEAST NOT FOR NOW! I KNKW THIS IS A TRAP DID YOU HEAR ME? ITS A TRAP KYLIE!" shouted Thurstin. Then he grabbed my arm again and pulled me away. But I immediately blinked. "No Thurstin! Tell me, I need to understand whats happening! What are you talking about without a rescuer?! What a trap?!" "I'll explain to you later, okay? Not here!" Thurstin seems to have fallen in love with him. But I didn't send because I was more afraid of him.

But I still caught myself pressing my lips together to keep from answering. By midday, the shop filled with browsers. A boy who couldn’t have been older than twelve traced the spines of the fantasy section like they might spark to life. A woman in pearls asked if we had anything that would make her husband less boring. Moira deadpanned, “Divorce papers,” and the woman bought a romance novel instead. I found myself watching them the way I used to watch prey—cataloguing movements, predicting patterns—but this wasn’t hunting. This was… living. Quiet. Strange. Almost safe. When I reached for a crooked stack of poetry, my fingers landed on a collection with cracked leather binding. Someone had un

TRACEY'S P.O.V I was still gripping the book, still caught in the ink-stained trap of its words, when the sound of wheels rolling against the wooden floor made my breath seize . I turned sharply, my heart slamming against my ribs, just in time to see Damien roll into the library. His cold unforgiving eyes were locked onto me like a F.B.I who had caught a dire criminal. I stumbled back, frantically picking back the book I had let slide on the floor.

Vera then continued, "So, regarding this trap, I think there are two possibilities. One is that the trap has a time-sensitive trigger, meaning it must be activated while Master Marcius is still alive for it to work. However, the Master himself might not have expected the trap to be delayed for so long. By the time he died, he still hadn't found anyone to trigger it, and it only activated when your father discovered the Preface of the Apocalyptic Book. If this is the case, Mount Tason shouldn't pose any real threat to you."

Sunlight came through a giant ceiling-to-floor glass window, illuminating the entire study room. She rarely came to his study and now she was admiring the interior design while walking around. Shanaya was searching for the black color file when she accidentally picked a black color book. She was startled when the shelf turned back, revealing a pitch-black hidden safe. It was designed so flawlessly and out of people's eyes to keep important documents until the black book was picked and the hidden safe would be revealed automatically. Placing the book back in its place, she resumed her work to look for a file. She checked on his desk where a bunch of files were placed, but none of them were th

He studies the trap for another moment, then mutters, “Maybe not ours. I think if you’d been caught, you’d have walked it off.” I allow myself a thin smile. “How modest of you.” He rolls his eyes. "Don't be an ass, Dax." He pauses, considering something. “You said you reacted fast enough to step out of the snare when it activated?" I nod. He leans back in his chair. “That makes sense. If you're right and these traps were made to hunt wolves, they have no idea what they're dealing with.” I tap the metal. “Would hate to be the beta that got caught in this though.” An idea occurs to me. "Think it's enchanted?”

His ego was bigger than his biceps. I waited patiently while twisting and knotting my fingers while he was still absorbed in his paperwork. It was deafeningly quiet. It yelled, taunting, teasing, tickling in my ear. I locked my gaze on the ground in front of his desk. It was all dark colours and wood. He didn't have any books in his bookcases, only photos of himself and his family. That piqued my interest. There were photos of him with an elderly gentleman, as well as a family portrait featuring a handsome man, a lovely woman, and a young child with the same piercing blue eyes. He appeared innocent and cute. It seemed surreal; men like Aiden weren't born, they didn’t experience the joys and

guessed Athen. The handsome, sharp-nosed young man nodded and then took a long breath. It was tiring having nightmares and getting pieces of riddles that he didn't know the answers to. "What did you dream this time?" asked his mother, taking over the seat next to him. "A girl crying in the corner of the room with sad cries," Damaresh replied, looking straight ahead. Looking at the beautiful flow of the river was quite soothing. Silence. Both were busy with their thoughts. Damaresh was busy thinking about the puzzle pieces in his dream, while Athena was busy thinking about how long this shadow would stay in her family's life. The past events traumatized her enough that she didn't want to repe

Even as a soul, the fear of being imprisoned was still deeply ingrained in my mind. Yoel covered his nose in disgust, squinting from the unbearable stench of the corpse. He kicked the wooden box a few times, cursing angrily. "Julianna! Get out here! What's your problem? You ruined Elaine's birthday, and you're not going to get away with it! I'm counting to three. If you don't come out, don't blame me for making things worse for you!" I let out a pained laugh and thought, ‘Yoel, I'm already dead. How else could you make anything worse for me? What are you going to do—dig up my corpse and parade it around just to please Elaine?’

Trap’s Edge (Gabriel's POV) My heart hammered as the electrified bars caged us in, Kael’s mocking laugh—“Welcome to the end, little heir”—ringing in my ears. The corridor’s flickering lights cast jagged shadows, the air thick with the stench of blood. My claws sprang out, my amber eyes glowing, my wolf snarling to break free. Vera stood beside me, her emerald eyes blazing, her moonstone necklace pulsing as she hacked the trap’s controls, her aura a storm.