Vash The Stampede Glasses Novels & Stories

I have glided my fingers over the shiny items one after another, carefully accessing them. The second layer piqued my interest more than any of the other stuff. I've never seen such integrated night vision glasses that are connected to the system, giving me access to a compass and all. No wonder Charles's team were so quick to capture the whole team back in the safe house we had. This thing can easily see through concrete. They were able to analyze all our moves and listen in on our conversation.

The lift came to a standstill at the 250th floor with a ding. They came out of the lift and walked to a section labeled ‘Restricted Access.’ Their footsteps resonated in the empty passage. They came to a halt in front of a massive glass wall. A beam of laser scanned them; then, they placed their palms on a section of the wall for fingerprint scanning. The glass wall slid to one side when they finally inserted both their ID’s. Vivian sucked in her breath when she saw the sleek spaceship. It was shaped like a boomerang, about 12 meters broad. It was made of vandalt, the darkest metal which could camouflage very well in the space once the spaceship was put on stealth mode.

"But there's something else you should know. About what happens when both bloods fully merge." Lucian doesn't want to hear it. But he needs to. "Tell me," Lucian says. Jasper sets the journal aside. Walks to a locked chest in the corner. Opens it with a key from around his neck. Inside, wrapped in oiled cloth, lies a mirror. Not silver like Thane's. This one looks like black glass. Obsidian, polished to impossible smoothness. "Vampire glass," Jasper says. "Shows truth that normal mirrors hide. My father used it to track his own deterioration."

My body ached just thinking of shifting. "You'll be able to stretch your muscles out on a run. You'll feel better, I promise. Your wolf will thank you," he encouraged. "Fine," I relented, fingers deftly making work of the buttons as I removed Victor's shirt. "Make sure nothing happens to my glasses." "Yes ma'am," his eyes glazed over for a beat before saying, "Saint will collect them and keep them in her safety. Do we need to make wolf glasses for you, too? I don't need you being your own enemy and running head first into a tree."

I nodded, and the moment Vlad retracted his head, we were in front of everybody. My eyes roamed around to take in the splendid outcome of our effort. Rose gold and silver are the theme. Just a simple design, a minimalistic one, but we all made sure it wouldn’t look dull. I am very content with what we did. Thus, my eyes darted to the vampires in front of me. All with glares and unwelcoming gazes arrowed for me. The monarchs, especially the vassals, gasped. “Blimey! It is really a wolf!”

I caught myself mid-stare, forcing my eyes to track her movement while simultaneously watching the room. Beside her, Astrid glided in. The soft sound of glass lowering on wood came as Vad finished pouring a little amount of alcohol into his glass. "Hmmm... that outfit looks marvelous on you," Vad drawled, a smirk playing across his lips. The grape I hurled struck him square in the head before I could fully process the movement. Pure reflex. Maybe anger too. Vad blinked. "What?" My stare was pure, unadulterated warning. His eyes shifted to Astrid. She ignored him, drifting toward the observatory window, positioning herself with a detachment—distant enough to remain unengaged.

Vata banged his head. Ruby kicked the man until he rolled over. "Answer me!" The remaining Vata energy is channeled into folding the legs and kneeling to hug oneself, hoping his icy skin will break through. "RED-EYEZ Basement," whispered Vata, then looked up in resignation. “Oh please give me water ….” A water bottle rolls over. Ruby and Haris' attention follows the bottle, which stops after a small bump on Vata's knee. The three turns fixated on the source of the arrival.

Preston Vance. A new photograph popped up on the screen. Vance wore an impeccable suit, his signature arrogant smile on his face. But his eyes… his eyes were no longer human. Deep within those blue pupils, a faint, cold, beastly light, just like that of the Fenrir assassin, flickered.

Inside the glass, a few ounces of pitch-black, bioluminescent water swirled violently, desperate to expand. He pulled his arm back and hurled the vial directly at the center of the Vanguard formation. "Scatter!" Torin roared. The nine-foot wolves violently banked in mid-air, their celestial velocity allowing them to change direction instantly. But I didn't scatter. I didn't have the frictionless speed to outrun the blast radius. The glass vial arced through the gray air, spinning end over end, dropping perfectly toward the frozen mud ten yards in front of me. If it hit the ground, the glass would shatter. The millions of pounds of abyssal pressure would instantly expand, crushing my earthly

Inside the glass car, the silence was thick, heavy, and resonant. Vance stood with his feet shoulder-width apart, his black tailored jacket thrown over one shoulder, his white dress shirt unbuttoned halfway down his chest. His broad knuckles were bruised and split from the violence of the docks, but his face remained an unreadable mask of absolute, terrifying victory.