Eddsworld Matt On Matt Action Novels & Stories

Before I could reply, the very subject of our conversation made his presence known. “Nina! Enzo!” Matt’s voice echoed across the arena, filled with his characteristic exuberance. I glanced at Enzo, raising an eyebrow as we both turned to greet him. Matt, ever the athlete, was dressed in his usual campus attire—a sleeveless tee, showing off his well-defined arms, shorts, and worn-out sneakers. His hair, a mop of sleek blackness, bounced slightly as he jogged over to us with his hockey bag slung over his shoulder.

If you'd just ride with me, I wouldn't have to act like a thief. "Matt said today that you're beautiful. I wanted to gouge his eyes out. But, well, he's not wrong." Matt, who had been laughing at the videos up to this point, suddenly froze. He was completely done. Jayson was really good at acting. Back then, Jayson was clearly smiling at him, but was he actually thinking about gouging his eyes out? The video rolled on.

I couldn’t blame him for not knowing because he probably wasn’t familiar with the blogs, but Matt waved off what I just said dismissively. “I know, Arlo Bronson, and we both know that it is not real,” Matt said. My jaw dropped completely.

His wary eyes scoured over me, trying to decide whether to kill or hug me. “What’s up?!?!” Matt’s low growl made me slightly jump as he grabbed my forearms and shook me. “I’m out running in the forest to blow off some steam, and I hear screaming. I take off running, thinking that one of my pack mates is being brutally attacked. The next thing I know, I found you writhing and crying on the ground. I tried to wake you, but nothing was working. After I finally get desperate enough to jump into the creek with you. You finally snap out of whatever nightmare you were having and have the nerve to casually ask me what’s up?”

As he reached Alaia and me, his face broke out into a huge smile. “Welcome home, Xander, Luna.” I could feel Alaia’s body tense up a bit when he approached, but I understood why. Matt was a warrior as well, and a well-trained one at that. He kept very fit, and with his perfect smile, dirty blond hair, and baby blue eyes, he was a lady killer without even trying. He just had an effect on women, even if it was harmless and unintentional. “Thank you, Matt. It’s good to be home. Now would you please put on a shirt so my mate can take a breath?” I said with a laugh.

“This place is an abandoned area. She must be here. Call the police Ronan, let's go inside Matt.“ Jared said rushing out of the car. He rushed inside the building with Matt running behind him. They looked around the whole building until they finally got to a place of laughter. Some men were standing around a room, they stopped there. “Hey! What are you doing here?“ One of the men who noticed them asked. Jared scoffed, his eyes red with anger. “Where is she? Where are you keeping my woman you bastards!“ “Is he calling us a bastard? You must be pretty confident seeing how you came alone with your dog.“ They said referring to Matt. Matt frowned, “I am not his dog. Mind your speech, you don't kn

"Sandra can talk all she wants. I'm not losing sleep over it." That's mostly true. Mostly. Lizzie keeps muttering under her breath about "that plastic bitch" while Tara debates the ethical implications of publicly humiliating cheerleaders. Then we hear it. "Cat." I stop walking immediately. Matt is striding toward us from the far end of the hallway, shoulders tight and expression dark. Not playful-pissed. Pack-pissed. "Hey," I say carefully. "What's up?" He stops directly in front of me. "What the hell are these fucking rumors?"

“What a performance.” Then he paused again, his hand flying to my shoulder. “What about Adam? What did he do?” “Watching with the rest of us… and with a stupid smirk on his face.” “Well, he didn't disappoint. Typical Adam is a dick.” Matt stood up and headed to my kitchen. “Want some tea too?” He called out. “Yeah, sure,” I smiled warmly even though he couldn't see me. Matt and I were not related by blood, but he was more family to me than the ones with that title.

Matt's once easygoing personality has slipped away to be replaced by the stern deadly Gamma I know hides underneath constant jokes and laughter. With a final nod to me, Matt steps further into the challenge area, his aura swirling around him like a storm. The closer he gets to the center, the more his energy pulsates into the air around us, reaching out into the crowd and making the sitting members shift uncomfortably. Matt's father, Toby, meets him in the middle. Both men look like the Gods of death in their black tactical gear, their faces stoic and lethal as they shake hands.

A familiar voice ordered and I felt relief wash over me. I looked up and it was Matt. "Hey." He raised a brow. "You alright?" "Yes." "You fucking bitch, I knew she would be problem...I fucking told you..." Bang! Blood splattered everywhere.. on my clothes, on my hands but thankfully not my face. I watched the man names Raymond fall right back to the chair. "Noo!!!" Mom yelled at the top of her voice. "That." Matt chuckled. "Was for Sophie. And this..." Another bang. "Was for Edward and this and this and this and this." He stopped and looked over at Mom.