Glitchtrap X 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.

"She's fine. The gown is designed with a thermal resistor that regulates heat, so she is fairly warm in it, isn't that right, Vinca?" Vinca smiled and nodded, causing streaks of anger to course through Shanice's veins. "This bitch, just wait till I find a way of dealing with you" she was seething! "Frost, it's so good to see you. How have you been?" He turned at the voice to see Mr. V and next to him, the last person on earth that he wanted to meet, his aura turning cold suddenly. Vinca found her hand harshly squeezed and almost winced in pain.

Vane, who had apparently gotten bored of guarding the merchants, had joined them, firing from behind a statue of the First Merchant. "A little help here!" Vane yelled, ducking as a plasma bolt took the head off the statue. "They're getting close!" Drax’s golden walker stomped up the ramp. The ground shook with every step. "Viper!" Drax roared, scanning the area with his red optical sensors. "Come out and die like a Prince!" Tristan stood up from behind a marble planter. "You’re loud, Drax!" Tristan shouted, walking into the open. "Compensating for something?"

Her back hit the plaster with a dull thud, and for a heartbeat, the world went still—charged, electric, like the pause before a storm. Then, the door behind me creaked too slowly to notice at first—until it suddenly burst inward, catching me off guard. The edge shoved into my back, forcing me forward against her. our bodies collided with more force than either expected—his chest pressed hard to hers, breath tangled in breath. Her gasp shot through the tension like a spark in dry grass. I froze. Not out of fear—but out of the dizzying collision of adrenaline, fury, and something else, something far more dangerous.

With a serious face, Frey started talking about herself. There are two types of vampires.Pureblood and mixed-blood vampires.Pure-blooded vampires are the original descendants of ancestral vampires.While mixed vampires are obtained in various ways such as marriage between humans and vampires, or other ways.Frey is a pure-blooded vampire who has a body that looks the same as a human.Even so, she also has strength that exceeds ordinary humans.

the Viper felt a great pang if betrayal mixed with shock and confusion. Natasha having let her guard down, Xander immediately retaliated by viciously striking her across her left jaw which threw her back and while using the agility of superspeed, Xander struck her again in the torso, sending her doubling back to the ground. Standing up, there were sounds of burning fire and crackling of electricity, with sparks of red arcing all around Xander’s body, sparkling off of his red leather jacket and black jeans. “Why...?” Viper managed to cry out, all the while feeling the wrenching pain that was in her guts as she tried to stand using her hands and knees.

But as it hit the iron blade, it began to smoke. **[ERROR: UNAUTHORIZED DATA MODIFICATION]** **[CRITICAL FAILURE: NARRATIVE CORRUPTION DETECTED]** I slammed the bloody sword into the ground. "I am Kaima!" I roared. "And I am the **Glitch**!" A wave of black static erupted from the sword. It wasn't beautiful. It was terrifying. It looked like ink spilled on a painting, spreading out and erasing the silver suits, the white staffs, and the perfect faces of the Shareholders.

Her smirk deepened, and before I could move, she raised her hand, sending a shock-trap skittering across the deck. The world exploded in a flash of light and sound. Sparks flew, the air sizzling with electricity as the shock-traps activated, ringing through the rain-soaked night. I felt the familiar tension in my muscles, ready to strike, but I had to watch Vera’s back, too. Varkis had recovered, and now he was faster. I blocked his claws, but just barely, his strike grazing my side. I roared, pushing him back, then spun, locking eyes with Vera. She was focused, eyes narrowed as she moved quickly along the deck, avoiding the traps.

“Cain, keep the others back! She’s mine.” Cain hesitated for a heartbeat but obeyed, rallying the remaining forces to hold the line. Dorian charged at Vendetta, his claws glowing with golden energy as he unleashed a flurry of strikes. Vendetta countered effortlessly, her movements fluid and unyielding. Their battle was a clash of light and darkness, each strike reverberating through the forest.

I run straight into the rusted skeleton of the outpost, my bare feet catching the frozen steel as I hunt the scent of the woman who brought this poison to my borders. I find her lieutenant in a subterranean laboratory bay, a grey-furred northern pureblood named Vane who served as Diana’s personal guard during the trials. He is trying to dismantle a portable power core, his hands shaking as the sound of Clyde’s retribution echoes from the surface. "Looking for a script, stray?" Vane sneers, spinning around and flashing his long, yellow canines as he lunges toward me with a silver-tipped dagger. He is fast, but he is fighting a woman who has forgotten how to fear the dark.