Glitchtale Chara Novels & Stories

"Before she burns herself out—or worse." Adrian shook his head. "If she leaves now without guidance, she'll collapse." Charlie groaned, pressing her hands to her face. "Ugh, I hate this. I hate destiny. I hate glowing. I hate that I probably have a magical aura now. Do I have a magical aura? Tell me the truth." Rivener and Adrian exchanged a look. They nodded in sync. "Oh my god," she whispered. "I have an aura." Rivener stepped toward her, slow but determined. "Charlie. Look at me."

Elena grunted, and more energy emitted from her. "You don't know anything, Charlotte! You don't deserve this power! You are nothing more than a monster!" Elena yelled back. "Well, I'm the monster who controls this power," Charlotte growled. With the rest of her energy, Charlotte looked over to the four-man she loved; differently, she closed her eyes for a second, and when she opened them again, they saw her eyes were black along with the veins around them as her fangs came out. She held her arms out, and a protective barrier formed around them, and Charlotte finally screamed. Her energy was like electricity as it came out of her body. It reflected off her and struck Elena.

Everett sat back, smiling so big like he had already met her. "Tate, your mate is a fiesty red head that's going to give you a run for your money. She's a siren with fire and healing magic named Alara. She's small, but extremely strong. She is stubborn and very morally grounded. You'll clash a million times before you get it right." "Well fu.ck, that's not what you want to hear. Alara huh?" Tate sighed, twirling the beer bottle in front of him. Percy nodded his head, sitting back himself.

"Do you truly think you can defeat me?" Rathial laughed as Elaina lunged at him with her trident. "Don't underestimate me, you owe me three lives." Elaina growled as a blue ball of energy shot from the end of the trident slamming into Rathial's chest. "You took people that were precious from me!" Elaina could feel the fire within her growing as she spoke of Charisse and her parents. Rage flared deep in her heart as the eletrictiy at the end of her trident crackled and sparked flaring as fire made its way up the staff.

But worst were his eyes. One pitch black. The other a blazing, unnatural red. And slashing down one side of his face was a jagged, pulsing scar—glowing faintly like burning coal beneath cracked earth. Dark runic tattoos crawled up his throat like serpents, and beneath them, veins pulsed orange and red, like magma beneath skin. My stomach dropped. “I’m not Carter anymore, Charlie,” he murmured. “You are to me,” I said, stepping forward. My hand hovered over my blade, my voice steady despite the shaking in my chest. “Let’s go home.”

He grunted in response to the girl before smacking his chest. “No matter Angel, it will be good practice for Charlee.” The third member, Charlee was behind him and I froze. She was a small child, had to be no older than 8. She smiled brightly at me her sharp fangs glinting under the moonlight. “Daddy is it time to play?” Her voice almost sounded normal, like a sweet innocent girl would but had an edge to it that would send shivers down anyone’s spine. I hastily dragged Carlos as fast as I could towards the territory line, it couldn’t have been 100 meters away I could make it. Before I could react I felt my body get kicked into the air, landing with a loud crunch as my back legs snapped. Sam

Charlotte shouted as she walked down the stairs. Slap! A sudden slap sent Charlotte to the ground. Thump! A kick was then followed up, landing on her stomach. “Argh!” “Astral Glitter? What else can you do other than tell people your name and your background?” The young man who slapped and kicked Charlotte looked up with a provocative expression, challenging Astral’s presence. “Conan Queen?” Astral was shocked. He did not expect Conan at all. Charlotte, who curled up on the ground shaking, was also shocked when she heard the name.

Spellbound, the only thing that he wanted in that moment was to let his body speak to her in a language entirely its own. Lightning traveled up his arms from her frozen body and he let go with a gasp. “Charmer!” he hissed, and gripped the hilt of his blade. It was all he could do not to kill her on the spot. Of all the woman in the world Rihlia had to call friend, why one of them, one of the few guaranteed to be trouble to the males of his kind? “What?” She looked confused. Could she be ignorant of her curse? It would not save her. He had sworn not to harm her, but it would not stop the others. They would kill her. A charmer was a temptress, a siren, poison.

It ate the command. Arielle stood straight. She didn't kneel. She didn't even flinch. Lycian’s eyes widened. For the first time, the emotionless mask slipped. "Impossible," he muttered. "No wolf resists a direct command." "I'm not a wolf," Arielle said. She stepped away from the tree. She walked toward him. It was a gamble. A reckless, stupid gamble. But she had nothing left to lose. "I am a Glitch," she said.

Noticing my movement, he scurries away like the grimy little roach he is. Backing up without paying attention, he rams into the legs of Charity, who was made to be a Gamma for a reason. I swear she got her education worth living next to the Gamma family at New Moon. She may be small, but she is deadly. His little squeal of terror has a menacing laugh coming from both of us.