Glitchtrap X Vanny Novels & Stories

Kira Quezada faked her own death to escape a family legacy that wanted to sell her off like a signature on a contract. Three years later, disguised as a cleaner, she's finally safe, until her new boss looks at her twice and realizes exactly who she is. Luciano Rodriguez doesn't expose her. He makes her an offer instead: marry him, save his dying grandmother's peace of mind, and help him bait the uncle circling his empire like a wolf. It's supposed to be a contract. Nothing more. But the man she was promised to as a girl and the man hunting Luciano's throne are the same person, and he's not done with either of them. As old secrets surface and new ones are made in the dark, Kira has to decide

EEEEEEEEEE! The sharp, piercing sound rattled through the air. From the rear transport truck, a heavy hydraulic ramp slammed down onto the gravel driveway with a loud, metallic crash. Noah stepped forward, his fists raised, ready to grab Vance and end this fight once and for all. "It's over, Vance!" Noah shouted, stepping toward him. "You lost your server, and you lost your clones!" Commander Vance didn't look defeated. He looked toward the open dark bay of the third truck, a strange, terrifying smile spreading across his blood-stained lips.

a gruff voice snapped from the back of the van. Garrett shifted his gaze to the rearview mirror. Three heavy-set, heavily scarred mercenaries were crammed into the back cargo space, surrounded by duffel bags filled with silver-laced weaponry and tactical restraints. The man who had spoken, a massive rogue wolf named Vance, leaned forward, his face twisted in frustrated anger.

He could see that she had gone still, her eyes widening at the sight of Noah's body. It would seem the gigolo looking guy was no gigolo at all. Vanny snorted, his eyes taking in the muscle mass lying on his bed. He was impressed inspite of himself. No wonder he wasn't dead. Those muscles could cushion whatever kind of blow that was thrown to it. And that's why he was so fucking heavy, too. Vanny wondered how he was able to bring him all the way down the stairs. His eyes lingered on the man for a long time before he roughly dumped the first aid kit and supplies on his bed

"Some nights are made for torture, or reflection, or the savoring of loneliness"- Poppy Z. Brite. Rose's POV: My body shook as silent cries of agony escaped me. Mr. Victor just stood there, frozen, thunderstruck, angry. His eyes were glued to Madeline's pale, lifeless face. His eyes were red, which made his turquoise irises stand out more, making him look hauntingly devastated. He let out a roar and shoved me away from her. My back hit the cold floor with a loud thud as a searing pain shot through from my spine.

*snatch! The air around Twar's arm transformed as if a colossal Kraken tentacle ensnaring its prey. …I can't shake him off… Ravyn attempted to break free from Twar's grip using her gray aura-covered hand. [Lavender's Damage Absorption Threshold: 100% >> 99%] Twar's grip alone was capable of damaging her bodysuit. With a swift motion, he hurled Ravyn into the air, sending her plummeting from the sky towards the ground. His aura mirrored the imagery of a tentacle-like toss.

He tackled Vane into the steaming water, the two of them disappearing into a cloud of violet vapor. Vane was stronger than he looked. The mercury-mask wasn't just for breathing; it was a neural-link to the Thorne-17’s core. He swung a metallic fist, catching Dante in the ribs with the force of a hydraulic press. "You’re a 'Dormant' failure, Thorne!" Vane roared, his voice distorted. "You lost your wolf! You lost your Spire! You’re just a Scrapper playing at being a hero!" Dante spat blood into the water, his eyes fixed on the cocoon. "I’m the man who’s going to put you in the ground, Vane. No price tag this time."

I said, “Because he’s not going to.” I turned back to Vrael, who stood watching us, amusement glittering in his crimson eyes. “Oh, I’m enjoying this,” he said. “Such love. Such devotion. What a waste.” He vanished again, reappearing inches from me. I was ready, had anticipated him to make the same strike. His hand shot out, but I curved swiftly. My body moved like it wasn’t mine, like we were dancing to a rhythm only we heard. I caught his wrist mid strike, twisted, and shoved him back.

Elena was no match to his strength. Yet she wasn’t ready to back down so easily. She bites his lower lips so hard that he hissed and let her go as he steps back from her. “Fuck witch!” Adam groaned after moving few steps back, his hand reach his lip to check and he saw blood on his index finger. Adam glared back at the girl who was panting but her defiance still radiating from her eyes. He gritted his teeth and the next prowled like a lion towards his prey.

PROLOGUE The chaos was just starting to worsen. The SODAIR kingdom, led by the Human King, King Gaber was getting endless challenges from the Viper King, King Morton from BESHADONNA kingdom. These two kings have been fighting a battle that their forefathers fought. Trying to survive, no one dared to negotiate since it only meant surrender. The viper kingdom is known to take humans captive to their territory. They are so cunning and clever, with the use of their belladonna flowers, they tend to take humans astray, promising Utopia but then giving them endless pain and suffering from slavery.