Glitchtrap And Vanny Novels & Stories

She moved the gun back to the left, to where the vehicle was parked and looked into her scope where she saw a couple who frequented the place, walk past the car into the casino. A minute passed before the back door opened and Vladimir walked briskly to his car. She moved the gun slowly, as the criss cross mark in the scope traced his head, as he moved across the open space, till he got to his vehicle. The moment he stopped to open it, that was when she squeezed the trigger. A second later, the window of the car was painted with blood and brain matter as Vladimir fell to the ground. She dismantled the gun, packed the parts into the bag, and wore her wig and sunglasses, and made her way ba

My world narrowed to a pinprick of pure, unadulterated rage. "Good evening, Giovanni," Vlad's voice purred from the speakers, distorted slightly but unmistakable. "Apologies for crashing your little party. Couldn't resist making an entrance." He paused, letting his gaze linger on Tristan's still form. "As you can see, I have your little nightingale. A beautiful bird, indeed."

And then his hand closed around something I recognized far too quickly. A clipper. But not the kind used for grooming. No, this one was forged for torment. Thick iron jaws, blackened at the hinge. Each side was filed to a cruel edge, made not to clip, but to crack and tear. Designed in the old ways. For fingers. To remove nails. Slowly. Vanyel turned, eyes gleaming, the cruel instrument dangling from his hand like a serpent. "I said you were in for different fun tonight, didn't I, wretch?" His grin stretched, teeth like daggers in the dark.

he added with a sad twist of his lips. “How can you be?” Carine demanded. “When you saved me from those animals?” “You saw what I did to those two,” Vanadine said. “Glenn is either going to die of infection or end up with some kind of deficit in his arm and I doubt Hann ever woke up. If he did there is likely to be brain damage.” “But they were going to rape me!” Carine cried. “They deserved everything they got.” “And would it have been the same for you?” Vanadine asked.

Somehow it seemed to trigger something in Cassidy as she began to scream almost like she was remembering something. Jill wasted no time throwing the blaster to Dylan who would instantly shoot Cassidy without hesitation. A bright green light shot from the blaster and hit Cassidy right where the glitch bug had first bitten her. She collapsed to the ground in agony and the trap that was the void began to melt away. The blaster itself also vanished. As Christopher had warned, this was a one time shot.

Citing that just in-case Detry planned a turnabout ambush, or Irasus herself were to return, they intended to stay collected. But Vanna Rae sat with us. Lyra Lani and I were sharing a leather pouch of something that tasted as if it had long ago molded. Something Vanna Rae had cleverly, in my foresight, refused. However, she was willing to laugh with us. The drink was making me feel deliciously light and far friendlier then usual. The three of us were soon giggling and leaning on each other. “Look at them.” The one called Vanquish remarked. “Our women are sodden.” Draven remarked.

He looked at the Architect in the tank. "Feed me," Vane growled. He ran at the tank. He raised the scalpel. "Stop!" Julian screamed in my head. That’s your father! "He’s our creator!" Vane yelled back. "And we are the destroyer!" Vane slashed the control panel on the tank. Sparks flew. The liquid in the tank began to drain. "NO!" the Architect shrieked. Vane slashed the glass, shattering it. Blue fluid poured out, flooding the floor. The Architect’s body slumped out, writhing like a fish out of water.

"To clear the board for whoever holds the master override." "Which is currently in Archon Lyra's hands," Zane purred dangerously, sliding his curved daggers into his belt and unholstering a pair of heavy, high-powered demolition charges from his shoulder harness. "Well, I say we blow the access pillars and bury these sleeping bastards under fifty feet of star-metal before they take their first breath." "No!" Vanya’s weak, raspy voice broke through the hum of the vault. She struggled to sit up, her dark, scarred hand clutching Tristan’s forearm for support. Blood trickled from her lip, but her eyes burned with an fierce, ancient fire.

Who would have thought that the powerful and arrogant agent of the Viper’s Den would be slapped like a little girl and could not fight back? Slap! The last slap sent Hannah sliding away. Her clothes were ripped and revealed a part of her body. After a while, Hannah finally caught a breath and tried her best to get up. She pushed herself up, trying to regain her balance but when she got up on her feet, blood spewed from her mouth. “Viper’s Den isn’t that scary at all. With your level, how dare you show off the license to kill and speak as if you are the king of the world?

The boy paused. Then stepped aside. Inside, the space was colder, lit with wall-mounted panels salvaged from old solar rigs. Machinery cluttered the corners—half-built drones, stripped weapons, cooling vents that leaked steam and oil. She emerged from the shadows like a spider. Madam Glitch looked like someone who had survived five different lives and didn’t like any of them. One arm was entirely mechanical, long fingers clicking against each other. Her face was lined, unreadable. A jagged coil ran from her left temple into a metal collar around her neck.“You brought something,” she said flatly.