Glitchtrap And Vanny Novels & Stories

vamp (plural vamps) Noun A flirtatious, seductive woman, especially one who uses sexual desire to exploit men. [ca. 1915] ~ A certain group of strippers are forced to reunite under tragic circumstances. When one of them is found murdered in her home, the five of them come together to form an ally, their aim, to bring the killer to justice. But somewhere along the line, they find their lives entangled each in a bigger mess.

off their ship. "Eat this, bug-boy!" Vinnie yelled, firing a magnetized grapple-gun that wrapped around the mantis’s neck and yanked him backward into a wall of pressurized steam pipes. The pipes burst, scalding steam and oil dousing the Apex. Disoriented and leaking ichor from her wings, the bat-hybrid let out a final, chilling screech. She looked at us, and for a second, I saw it. Not fear, but frustration. The Apex had been built to be the end of the world, but they hadn't been built to handle a bunch of disorganized criminals who refused to play by the rules.

He deserves it. Ivan took a few steps towards me and I involuntarily backed away from the threat posed by his ripples. He shot his hand out and clutched my arm, strong fingers writhing on my wrist. I flinched at the touch and tried to free myself from his hold, but his iron grasp remained unaffected.

I pulled the grav-charge Kai had given me in the bunker. I couldn't throw it—the field would slow it down. So I did the only thing I could do. I ran at Vane. I tackled him. The impact knocked us both into the snow, inside the perimeter of the Silencers. The gun flew from his hand. Vane snarled, clawing at my face. "Stupid bitch!" I jammed the grav-charge into his robes. I twisted the cap. "Run," I whispered. I rolled away. VWURP.

"Get down!" Glass exploded inward as the drones opened fire. Bullets tore through the luxury apartment, shredding silk sofas and priceless art. Vespera dove behind the marble slab next to Cyprian. "You didn't tell me you had heat on you!" Vespera yelled over the roar of the guns. "I'm a popular guy!" Cyprian yelled back. He pulled a massive hand cannon from a holster beneath his jacket. "Can you hack them?" "Their ICE is too thick for a quick breach!" Vespera returned fire, her Crusher booming. She took out a drone’s optical sensor, sending it spiraling into the street below.

in the background. The Final Stand: The Heart of the Rink Elara faced Void-Elara. It was like fighting a shadow that knew your every thought before you had it. "You are a 'Glitch' that grew too loud," Void-Elara hissed, her voice a distorted version of Elara’s own. "I am the 'Original Design.' I am the silence you were meant to be." The two Elaras clashed in the center of the Rink. The obsidian stick met the antimatter-glass. The impact didn't make a sound; it created a Vacuum.

added the woman, "she's the Viper!" "Well, thanks a..." Vince was about to say before he turned around and a jet of vomit shot off from his mouth. "You're...welcome!" the Viper responded, smiling at the woman before turning around and bolting away in a flash of green and blue. "I thought I told you to take a light breakfast before the mission," the woman said comically to her male counterpart. "Oh shut up, Perkins!" Vince retorted before throwing up again. 🚀🚀🚀

"They found the breach! They're going to De frag the whole catwalk!" One of the claws…..a jagged thing of chrome and laser light swung down, snatching a glowing sector bubble from the air and crushing it instantly. A million lives vanished in a puff of blue static. "Vane, we have to jump!" Elara grabbed his lapels, pulling his face close to hers. "Into that?" Vane looked at the abyss, his grey eyes reflecting the flickering sectors. "Elara... my legs... I’m an anchor. I’ll pull you down with me."

​The Vane’s Legacy II screamed through the "Null-Fold," but the vibration was different. It wasn't the smooth, rhythmic hum of the Republic’s slipstream. It was a jagged, mathematical friction, as if the ship were being forced to move through a sea of frozen numbers.

Lirvae’s frantic scream echoed from somewhere across the courtyard, but she was surrounded by three attackers of her own, her claws busy defending her own throat as she tried desperately to break through the line to reach me. I tried to scramble backwards, my fingers clawing at the mud as I looked for an opening, but my body was slow, the concussion from the wall impact making the world spin violently. Naryvex screamed inside my head, a frantic, desperate warning as the three elites closed the distance, their heavy boots stepping into my space, their iron nets spreading out over my head. "Don't damage the asset," Vane ordered flatly, his voice cold as he stepped forward, his heavy leather bo