Glitchtrap X Vanny Novels & Stories

The whole thing radiated restrained power, like he might snap the ropes at any second. Damn. No wonder he blew up. I snorted and started typing. [I'm not desperate, okay? I'm simply a fan of pretty aesthetics. Any guy willing to make an effort scores points with me. That's just how it works!] After replaying the video a few times, something started feeling off. That tiny mole beside his Adam's apple, the mark on his collarbone that looked suspiciously like a bite scar... Then Bridget's verdict popped up. [Holy crap, he looks exactly like your ex!]

I felt her entire body violently shudder against mine. The icy amber in her eyes cracked, dissolving back into that brilliant, blinding solar gold as my absolute vulnerability completely overwhelmed her analytical defenses. Her fingers curled into the fabric of my shirt, gripping me with a desperate, sudden intensity. "Xander..." she breathed, her voice finally losing its mechanical cadence, exposing the raw, fragile girl hidden beneath the architect. "This is statistically insane. You have just compromised your entire survival algorithm for a single variable." "You aren't a variable, Glitch," I rumbled, wrapping my massive arms around her waist, pulling her so tight against my chest that ou

She'd learned the layout of the main floor, identified security patterns, begun to understand the household dynamics. And she'd seen him. Alpha Kael Stormridge, in the flesh. Marcus's killer. Sera pulled out her phone and scrolled to the photos she'd saved-pictures of Marcus, smiling and alive. The evidence of his murder. The anonymous note that had started everything. She needed to remember. Needed to keep the hatred sharp and clear. But when she tried to summon rage, tried to feel that burning need for vengeance... Nothing. Just exhaustion and emptiness. Her wolf was silent. Her heart was numb. She was a weapon, yes, but weapons didn't feel. They just cut.

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.

I gasped. Lunar Eclipse was more of a pack of mercenaries. No one knew the real names of the pack members, as they all had some sort of code name. The Alpha of the pack was known as Shadowstrike. Shadowstrike was considered the ultimate warrior, with skills that a normal werewolf didn’t possess. He could strike his opponents down with a single blow, but it wasn’t just because he was strong. There was a rumor that he could expel some sort of energy in his attacks that could knock someone down without ever touching them.

His screams bounced off the frozen mountains around us, and I felt my lips curl into something that wasn't quite human anymore. "Did you see that?" Vane's voice cut through the chaos, his laughter manic and blood-soaked as he wiped crimson off his chin with the back of his hand. His wolf was riding him hard, golden eyes flickering with primal satisfaction. "She literally just ate his gravity trick for breakfast. Like it was nothing. Like he was nothing."

Who would have thought that the powerful and arrogant agent of the Viper’s Den would be slapped like a little girl and could not fight back? Slap! The last slap sent Hannah sliding away. Her clothes were ripped and revealed a part of her body. After a while, Hannah finally caught a breath and tried her best to get up. She pushed herself up, trying to regain her balance but when she got up on her feet, blood spewed from her mouth. “Viper’s Den isn’t that scary at all. With your level, how dare you show off the license to kill and speak as if you are the king of the world?

Seraphina’s voice confirmed it: “Empathy is a virus. You proved that when you left me behind, Scarlett. When you chose your humanity over evolution. But now, I will fix what you broke. Every human heart will beat in code. Controlled. Purified.” The ground beneath them trembled. A hidden door slid open. From the shadows emerged the Vanguard Drone a towering, humanoid machine made of obsidian metal and flashing red cores. It moved with the grace of a predator, not a robot. It didn’t walk it stalked. Damien raised his weapon. “Hostile inbound!” Scarlett turned to the terminal. “I can override it but I need time!” Sebastian and Damien moved as one, unleashing a hail of fire. The bullets sparked

From behind a metal crate, one of his boys hoisted it, and two controlled it from their ends. They formed a triangular-like shape to execute it: the new baby. X-16 Pulse Retreater. Straight from Eastern Europe. Prototype level. High rate, low trace. Every Shadow knew exactly when to move away. They had been well trained. The Vipers froze for just a second too long. The Shadows lit them up. The pulse shots were clean—no excess fire, just sheer impact force. Men flew backward like rag dolls. Crates cracked open under the blast. A few Vipers tossed down their guns and ran.

That was the Academy way. But I am Vanguard. I changed course. I didn't sprint; I flowed. I cut through the melee. Sliding under a grappling pair of cadets. Vaulting off the back of another. I reached the wreckage just as Vex brought her boot down. I didn't have the mass to stop the kick. So I didn't try. I tackled Vex’s standing leg. It was a dirty, low tackle. Aiming for the knee. Vex, balanced on one foot, lost her stability instantly. She toppled sideways. Crashing into the dust with a screech of outrage.