Novel & Cerita Treacherous Trap Hole

My warriors were some of the best there were. Her secrecy put doubts in my mind. But I had to accept that if I asked around and she found out, I could be risking our chance at future happiness together. She would never trust me again, if she ever found out that the first bit of trust that she had placed in me had been betrayed so quickly. Could I bring myself to take that chance and lose her trust, forever? But then again if she were lying, I needed to know! Rogues were notorious liars and troublemakers. If I was being honest, I had to admit that the fact that my second chance mate was a rogue was not sitting well with me.

I am being held captive! I looked above and I saw that there are red gas scattered around the area. And it hit me, Shiloh is the one whi did that! It is a sign for the knights and red means it was a hunter attack. “Stop!”, the person who was holding me shout to get the attention of Shiloh fighting a three hunters. Shiloh look at us and I dont know what to think as his face didnt even change, he doesnt even look worried looking at my situation. Damn this man! I am shivering in nervousness here, Craven!

She could smell a scent like this from her dead body which was lying inside the coffin. But that scent was supposed to belong to the lycan who murdered her. How could she smell it on this mate of hers? What did that mean? Her heart skipped a beat, drumming loud like Jumanji drums. "Mate?" The voice penetrated her ears again. "Do you like what you are seeing?" This time, she knew who the voice belonged to. Byron, the true and detailed definition of terror. "It's wonderful!" Lavina replied twirling to confirm her worries. Fear was invading her body parts, her heart beating more louder and fast as for her breath, it was becoming wheeze as if about to cry.

“You’re too late.” Wrong answer. I squeezed until something cracked. He shrieked. “Where?” I repeated. His eyes rolled. “North tunnel…under the stone house…Callum’s stash-” I dropped him before he could finish and crushed his neck beneath my boot. Victor’s voice was low. “That was a trap, wasn’t it?” “Maybe,” I said. “We’re going anyway.” The old stone house was less a house and more a ruin - collapsed roof, mold-covered walls, iron bars bolted to broken windows. It sat half-sunken in the earth, like it was being swallowed whole.

Though at this stage, I can safely say that nobody has been dragged under yet. It truly is a horrendous sight; it appears like someone has made a tiny cut in the grass and is slowly but surely tearing it open. Everything around it is being sucked in like a giant vacuum. Sand, stone, grass, and even chairs nearby are disappearing into a gaping hole from which smoke is rising. You can see the rivers of fire boiling underneath it. It is a true Devil's Trap from which there is no escaping. We need to stop it now.

“How stupid am I to jump into that hole!?” I complained technically to myself as I wrapped my soaked body with my crossed arms. “Well, at least you got used to the portals,” Ferris commented beside me. We’re now walking into a long underground canal without any route and idea where we are. Gosh! I’m really so stupid! Now I dragged Ferris into this. “What is that, anyway?” I asked her, pertaining to that sliding hole that can disappear. “That, was a literal trap hole. They have been existing since the academy was built. They usually appear on places where any intruders can enter like the ‘shadow’ where we came from.”

My heart skipped a beat, realizing that Ayira probably stumbled into that hole. I dashed towards the trapping pit, anxious about what I would witness under the hole. As I got closer, I found a hole that measured approximately four by seven meters in size and up to several meters deep. It had steep sides lined with masonry, making it impossible for any creature to escape once it had fallen in. My eyes roamed around the hole. And there she was... I found her sitting in the dark corner with her head down on her knees. I heaved a sigh of relief. Then I shouted her name again. "Ayira?!"

that was the scent of a trap. He shook his head. When will these slayers learn that he knew this trick? Use a female who is really scared and makes a lot of noise to lure him in and then they'd attack from all sides to bring him down. He'd only fallen for that trap once as a younger man but never again. But then that sharp floral scent he knew too well became intertwined with the scent paths ahead. Twillow. His eyes widened with realization and he shouted, "Twillow! NO! That's a TRAP!"

At least asking to catch up with me succeeded in shutting him up. I resumed running after resting for a few seconds, and so did Walker as he tried to catch up. But because I kept looking backward to see where he was, I did not notice the trap in front of me. It was a deep hole buried in the ground and I fell into it. "Damn it!" I cursed out loud. I struggled and with the help of my claws, I was able to crawl out of the hole but after I did, I realized I had been surrounded by rogue lycans. There were about five of them, and they all stood around the trap as though they had been waiting for me to come out.

As instructed previously when he paid for me, Charles sent me back to the basement at the appointed time. The basement was located in a rundown house at the bottom of the hill. The basement was hidden behind a secret door. About a dozen other young women were trapped in there with me. "How was it, brother?" There was a sack over my head, but I could tell from the voice that it was the man with the slanted eyes speaking. Charles patted me on the shoulder and pushed me toward the man. "Not bad. I want another one." The man forced me back into the basement.