Bete Noire Glitchtale Novels & Stories

But what happened really doesn't sound logical. I opened my status, since I wanted to check if we didn't finish the quest like they are telling me. Upon opening the panel, I noticed that the texts are jumbled and the screen is on static. I can tell a glitch happened on my account. "Seriously, how am I supposed to read this?" I tried to remove the "Iris Lens" from my left eye, since I thought I broke it, when a notification suddenly appeared on the screen.

We started the conversation with general inquires and reports. Then it goes to the main topics. "So here's the thing. One of my workers betrayed me, he turns out to be a spy working for someone. I could get him to spill out the names but it's either Grey Howl or Lost Eden. He didn't have the Grey Howl's gang tattoo so it's likely to be from Lost Eden. That's actually not the big problem, the big problem is the money that they took. It was 731,413,110,000 billion and not only that, we found a safe with the code exactly 731.413.110.000 as if it was a barcode. I tried to enter it as it was some sort of IP address. I tried to track it but it leads me onto some random dark web that changes every

“I hope you sleep well every night, you never know which one might be your last.” ~ ~ MEANWHILE After Elara dumps the laptop, her screen glitches one last time. [ADRIAN VIRELLI – HEIR RECORD] [Status: DECEASED Verification: INCOMPLETE] The screen glitches again, and the text distorts. [Recovered Subject: Identity altered] [File Reassigned: Elara Virelli] [Match…99%] [Heir not dead.] The laptop shuts down, then flickers on again. [File Locked: Unauthorised access forever.]

A slow grin spread across his face. He cracked his knuckles. "Override," Altair typed. "Isolate the node. Trapping protocol Alpha." He deployed a hunter-killer algorithm. The blue ghost dodged it with a pixel-perfect maneuver. SYSTEM MESSAGE: > Too slow, Prince. Altair laughed. It was a sharp, delighted sound. "Okay," Altair muttered, his eyes narrowing. "You want to play? Let’s play." For ten minutes, the CEO of Hale Corp engaged in a digital dogfight. He threw up barriers; the Ghost vaulted them. He tried to trace the IP; the Ghost bounced the signal off a satellite in Antarctica, a toaster in Tokyo, and a library in Brazil.

She typed slowly, deliberately, like her fingers might betray her if she moved too quickly. ‘Gael Branson. Not Bransen,’ Tempest corrected gently. “Right, sorry,” Nuri whispered. Her fingers hovered over the keyboard, trembling. “Are we sure we want to do this? Ignorance might actually be bliss today.” ‘Look at the mark on your wrist and ask me that again.’ That was all it took. Nuri slammed her finger onto the Enter key, heart pounding in her throat. The screen blinked once. Then again. And then— “Gael Branson Dead After Confrontation With Alpha Kalmin.”

"How well do you really know the woman you brought into your home, Marcus Gonzales?" Marcus’s muscles tensed. "Who the hell is this?" "Go back home," the voice said with eerie calm. "Check the painting above your father’s fireplace. Behind it... is the first lie." The line went dead. Marcus stood motionless for a second. Then he turned, eyes darkening as he stormed out of the restaurant. **** Back at the mansion, Raven inserted the flash drive into her laptop once again. This time, the file opened. A single video. Labeled only: "Lauretta.mp4."

Natalie I've never thought that I will come back home for this reason: to become the Alpha of my father's pack. It was a whole night of heavy rain, and the town was covered with thick dark clouds. I tilted my head against the cold car window, and the strange air made me a little anxious. "You must be exhausted," Jeff said. "You haven’t slept along the way, don’t worry we’ll be there soon" Jeff is the housekeeper of my family, we had been driving for about 4 hours.

with a predictable output; I was a Glitch in the Flesh. I hit the lead beast with a strike that was half-claw, half-fire, and purely Spontaneous. My talons tore through its synthetic throat, ripping out the Neural-Relay that connected it to the hive-mind. The silver-white wolf didn't scream; it Glitched. Its body pixelated for a second, showing the hollow, plastic frame beneath, before it exploded into a spray of dry, white silicon dust. "SYSTEM... ERROR..." the remaining beasts echoed, their synchronization breaking as the "Source-Node" was deleted.

They were the deep, stormy grey of the Moretti line. ​"My father always said you were too fond of the past to see the ceiling, Aara," she said, her voice a cool, clinical chime. "I’m Bianca Moretti. And I’m here to tell you that the 'Glitch' Thomas found in New York isn't a mistake. It’s a Correction." ​"Bianca?" Damian stood up, his hand reflexively reaching for the heavy stone stylus on the press. "Your father gave his life for the Network. He believed in the Physical Registry."

At one table, Alice sat beside another hunter, eyes fixed on a laptop screen as she typed and spoke in low tones. She turned when she saw her father enter. “Dad, come see this.” Calvin approached, leaning over her shoulder. On the screen was a black-and-white surveillance video. A shadowy figure moved swiftly into the forest. “Zoom in and slow it down,” Calvin instructed. The hunter at the keyboard complied, enlarging the image and reducing the playback speed. Even then, the shape was blurred something on all fours, running with unnerving speed. “It’s the extremely fast beta,” the hunter murmured.