Traps Book Novels & Stories

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.

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

I was done reading the novel and Damian isn't here yet. I stood up and put the novel back in its place before walking out of the library. "What the..." I said after seeing the two unfamiliar men again. They were staring at me like I caught them doing something bad. And why are they looking so dusty? "Kayla, you aren't asleep yet," Damian said behind me and I turned. I was surprised he was looking as dusty as the men. "What's going on?" "Yeah..I'm not asleep yet, I was at the library," I said.

Power’s Cost A Lethal Trap The walls of the makeshift packhouse twisted and shifted about Aiden and Damon as they stood back-to-back. The space seemed to be alive, thriving on their mistrust and annoyance. With each step, a new trap was set off, whether it was phantom claws snatching at their throats, spikes blasting from the walls, or the floor crashing into emptiness. "Time is of the essence!" A shaft of ice sprang from the ceiling, and Aiden snarled as he barely avoided it.

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

Still, it doesn’t feel like a coincidence. Kai gestures at the trap again. “In any case, you’re right about one thing. The trap … It’s unique. Look here.” He points to thick, broken springs near the base. When I ripped the trap out of the ground, they must have snapped under the strain. “What am I looking at?” “The mechanism. Traps like this store energy in the springs. Step on the trigger, the springs release, and the jaws snap shut. But these aren’t normal. They’re made of the same metal as the teeth.” He taps one with a fingernail. “Bigger, too.”

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

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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