Glitchtrap X Vanny Novels & Stories

His immaculate silver-trimmed military greatcoat was immaculate even in the dusty cave, his sharp, aristocratic features twisting into a dark, volatile rage as he looked at the bodies of his fallen men, and finally, locked eyes with Vivian. ​"You..." Vane hissed, his voice cold and sharp as a razor blade. He set the briefcase down, his right hand slowly moving toward the high-frequency plasma rapier mounted at his waist. "The Vance ghost. I should have turned Sector 4 into an ash heap the moment your name surfaced on the regional census. You think you’ve won because you played with the Syndicate's banks?" ​He let out a low, mocking laugh, his eyes flashing with a lethal, obsessive hatred. "T

‌ "Do you truly grasp the depth of our influence, Vanya? The lives intertwined with our designs? Spill this truth to Kevin, and the dominos will tumble, consequences echoing far beyond your imaginings." ‌ Vanya's laughter, though laced with defiance, held a thread of wry amusement. ‌ "Ah, Gregory, the allure of your power. It's almost endearing how you think it's unique to you." ‌ Their confrontation hung in the air, a blend of seriousness and the lingering echoes of whimsy that had painted their earlier exchanges. ‌ And then, as if embodying her defiance in its rawest form, Vanya's retort reached its climax. With a swift motion, she spat at Gregory's face, a gesture of defiance that punctua

Anya asked Jasmine while carrying a man who had lost consciousness. Jasmine pointed to the VIP room and took a sip of her drink. Tonight Jasmine was not in the mood for alcohol, so she just had a glass of iced lemon. The sour taste calms Jasmine down. The sour taste was exactly like Jasmine's current life, and drinking it was able to make Jasmine self-aware. "Oh, the story is that you were watching them?" Anya teased Jasmine with a mischievous grin. "Get lost! It looks like he's already drunk. I don't know how she'll enjoy your body if she's not sober," Jasmine said with a mocking laugh. Anya, who was annoyed, just hit Jasmine.

She had heard about his father before, so if he had learnt from his father, why wasn’t he recruited by her father? She shrugged. Her father did things his own way. VVVVV “So you just turn the canister like this” Takashi showed her. And the thing was actually making a small beeping noise. She refused to be impressed. “Then wait three seconds before you throw it” and he did that, and a gas cloud filled the area he threw it to. “What does it do?” “It stuns your opponent for a while. Temporary blindness just like multiple camera flashes”. “Okay, but I’ll still choose brass knuckles over this any day”.

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

But before she could act on her impulse, Rajeev's firm grip clasped her elbow, halting her in her tracks, his grip a barrier against her desperate rush towards Avyaansh. The attack struck Avyaansh out of nowhere, catching him off guard. His legs quivered as he frantically tried to regain his focus. "Nooo..." Shanaya's piercing scream filled the air, her eyes fixed on Neil as he menacingly raised the rod for another strike. Avyaansh staggered, attempting to evade the impending blow, but the rod descended once more, crashing onto his head, sending him crashing to the ground with a resounding thud. The force of the impact was so severe that his head spun, the world around him blurring in a haze

Huffing, Blue sheathed his sword, offering a passive hand glowing gold, which formed the alliance between the players. "Truce?" "Truce." Blue hopped out of the tent, immediately feeling the warmth V was irradiating leaving his body. Swinging against the trees skilfully, V just eyed him. "Wait!" Pausing he hung off the tree by his arms, twisting over to face his new teammate. With a raised brow, he glared at V impatiently. "I don't have a baboon skill like you do. So, carry me." "It's not a game skill, I learnt it."

She snarled, viciously striking me across the face with enough force to knock me into the muddied ground. I landed with a small thud on my side, a blur once again tricking my vision, no not one, but many. I blinked in shock, my eyes barley able to focus on the dozens of vampires who suddenly appeared in the small clearing; each one bowing to their prince. Silas was by my side in the next instant, lifting me from the ground as three others lifted Vincent and when my master spoke; the entirety of Lady Phantomhive’s men backed away in fear. “Destroy them all.”

She closed her eyes, bracing for the impact of the cold steel— CRASH. A massive, fur-lined wall of pure muscle slammed into Vane mid-air. Silas had thrown himself across the ravine with terrifying velocity. The force of his tackle shattered Vane’s breastplate instantly, sending the southern commander flying backward into the jagged stone wall of the ravine with a sickening crunch of bone.

She must not care about getting out of here in one piece! "You wretched woman, how dare you...," Marcus snarled, grabbing Serena's wrist. "You're nothing but trash, already used up by my uncle. I wouldn't even bother with leftovers like you!" Serena remained unfazed. "If I'm so beneath you, then why don't you let go?" Wayne, fueled by the alcohol, had his judgment clouded by that slap. "I'm not letting go, so what are you gonna do about it?” "Marcus, do you want to lose that hand of yours?" Damien's lazy voice drifted over from the direction of the stairs. His tone was calm but carried a hint of warning.