Glitchtrap And Vanny Novels & Stories

I was staring at a ghost on a screen, but the real haunting was happening inside the man holding me—a secret so dark it could turn our shared warmth into ash. The figure on the screen didn't move. It stood in the center of the bio-dome orchard, surrounded by the perfectly simulated apple trees we had just visited. It was a man, his face half-obscured by the digital grain, but I knew the silhouette. It was Vane, the senior technician from the Adriatic, who had assisted Jinyan in the early years. The one Jinyan told me had been "decommissioned" after the Great Breach.

They were waiting for my next command. But the hunt was far from over. Vane had more traps, more layers, and a secondary facility I hadn't even seen yet. "This was just the foyer, Franco," Vane sneered. His pale finger hovered precariously over a different button on the remote. "If you shoot me, the dead man's switch triggers the self – destruct in their chamber. We all die in the white." I looked from my furious, beautiful husband to the pathetic ghost holding the remote, and then to my loyal army on the screens. The power was shifting, but the price of victory was rising by the second.

Vivienne asked in a softer, lower voice, deliberately sounding gentler and more in need of protection in order to lure the young man's masculine ego deeper into her trap. "I stand by my word, Vivienne," Tristan replied sharply, his firm tone hiding the wild pounding of his heart as he once again met the wistful gaze of the plump woman before him. He picked up the glass of warm milk from the tray and held it out toward Vivienne's ample chest. "Drink this first, then show me the coordinates of the server your friend wants to hack. I'll open the Vance clan's internal encryption for you from inside the main system." Vivienne smiled sweetly and accepted the glass with her warm, plump fingers, all

“Here. Eat.” I accepted the fruit and looked at him as he get another one. When he bit it, I bit on it too, imitating what he’s doing. We ate silently and I didn’t hear any noise except the creaking sound of the night and the crunchy fruits while we were munching. “What’s your name?” Do real vampires have names? He stopped on his track to look at me before averting it away like he’s getting burned by my gaze. “Prin-,” he shook his head. “Dash Slaughtrus Vandelion.”

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.

SARAH'S POV I sat there in the cold dark alley for quite a while and not even a rat passed by, I was starting to get scared when I heard faint laughter, more like a chuckle from afar. The sound became louder and clearer. It was no longer just the sound of laughter, I could now hear footsteps approaching. The closer they came the clearer their voices, they sound like nice people, I should probably ask them for help. What will I say though, I can't possibly tell them that I'm a vampire princess who came here through a porthole and woke up, then blacked out, then woke up again in a place where I was stabbed with needles and driven away by the smell of blood and somehow ended up here with no one

Chapter Seventy-Two: Beneath the Surface Vanessa tapped her long, polished nails on the wooden table of the quaint café she'd chosen for her meeting with Clara. The scent of freshly brewed coffee filtered through the air, mingling with the soft hum of murmurs around her. Clara was already running five minutes behind, but Vanessa wasn't bothered. It gave her time to strategize. This wasn’t just a casual catch-up—it was a carefully crafted move to uncover the truth about Noah and Stephanie.

The young woman leaned up and their lips met once more. It was slow this time, gentle and shallow as Jonathan slipped out of Allena body. The Vampire Prince eventually pulled away and turned over onto his back. They laid their side by side, Allena shifting slightly as his legs slowly straightened after being splayed wide for so long.

Tantario was most likely busy searching for his beloved Aira, so he also did not pose a threat. Vragenn grinned smugly as he ripped open the throat of yet another innocent person. The unfortunate ones, enslaved by the will of the vampire king, could only await their unenviable fate in horror. The Lord’s hands were up to the elbows in blood, and the entire perimeter of the floor of the room was covered with scarlet liquid.

“But you were not the solution.” Evryn clenched her fists. “What are you doing to her?” “She volunteered,” Unit Zero answered. “I didn’t!” Ivy screamed suddenly—her voice spiking. “Evryn, he’s hijacked my neural shell—I can’t fight him much longer!” “Ivy, hold on!” But Ivy’s body began convulsing. The lights flared. And Unit Zero stepped forward. “It’s too late,” it said. “She is the door now.” With a sudden flick of its hand, the vault cracked wide—and reality shattered.