Glitchtrap X Dreadbear Novels & Stories

“Because she wants us dead and touching her is assuring her, we don’t hate her” Shane hates a lot of people and River is not one of them. “And we hate her so much that Neo is going to kill X for her”, I finish sarcastically. The animalistic groans coming from the ring in front of us signals the start of the agni-kai. Xandar’s wolf comes to play. Smaller than an Alpha’s should be, grey like the dulling headache he is, with a white fur scar running across his left eye and with mismatched eyes, he’s what I’d like to call all bark and no bite.

Just that little contact has me sober and wide awake. I’m going to need more gin but that may just lead to more trouble. Why is it so hot in here? “A Drop Bear?” Bullshit. “What do they look like?” “They’re kinda like Koalas, but they have pointy teeth and drop out of the trees and bite people.” I eye her suspiciously. “That sounds stupid. You’re pulling my leg.” “I’m not.” “Both my legs, you’re pulling both legs now.” “Are you calling me a liar?” She slurs her words and lifts her eyebrow.

I gasped through the pain. "No. I suppose you are not. Not anymore." He crouched down, studying the trap. "Silver bear trap. Illegal in most places now, but still effective. Especially against wolves who cannot shift." I fumbled with the trap mechanism, searching desperately for a release. My fingers were slick with blood, trembling with pain and fear. "Let me help with that," Garrett said, almost gently. He pressed the release point. The jaws opened with a wet snap. The relief lasted half a second before fresh agony hit. Without the pressure of metal, blood flowed faster. The wounds were deep—muscle and tissue visible through torn flesh.

Its massive jaws tore into my abdomen, ripping out a chunk of flesh, and my intestines spilled out grotesquely. With blood dripping from its jaws, the bear attacked again, sinking its teeth into my arm and thigh. The searing pain forced a scream from my throat, a sound so raw it barely felt human. Yet Damon and Bonnie remained hidden behind a tree, watching my torment with glee. When the bear finally left, Damon and his lover sauntered over to me. His face twisted in disgust at the sight of my mutilated body, blood still pouring from the gaping wounds, bones visible beneath the shredded flesh. He spat on me and then, with a casual flick of his foot, kicked my intestines aside.

The boy paused. Then stepped aside. Inside, the space was colder, lit with wall-mounted panels salvaged from old solar rigs. Machinery cluttered the corners—half-built drones, stripped weapons, cooling vents that leaked steam and oil. She emerged from the shadows like a spider. Madam Glitch looked like someone who had survived five different lives and didn’t like any of them. One arm was entirely mechanical, long fingers clicking against each other. Her face was lined, unreadable. A jagged coil ran from her left temple into a metal collar around her neck.“You brought something,” she said flatly.

Ji’lahni, Mina, Lynn, Trixie, and Dilara: “STAY AWAY FROM HIM! DON'T YOU TOUCH HIM!” Dilara screamed, breaking up the happy moment. They turned and saw Trixie kneeling in front of Gavin, looking at Dyelon who was thrashing in pain. Gavin was covered in burns from carrying Dyelon when the building collapsed. Dilara stood in front of Trixie blocking her from Dyelon. Trixie raised an eyebrow at the she wolf. “Girl if you don’t get the fuck outta my way. Did you see what I just did to that dude who thought he could tell me what to do? Please don't make me kill you.” Trixie said, pushing Dilara out of the way. Dilara slid across the ground several feet away. “Oh my bad I didn't mean to push you t

The Helm of Awe covered my left shoulder and on my right was Valknut. Yggdrasil was in the middle and flowing from the roots of the tree was a wolf head. On either side of the wolf was a Jericho 9mm, Kiran’s personal touch to my Zeta mark. From the bottom of the roots, down my spine, was a ghost rune designed by Malachi with my name Jericho adorning the top of Yggdrasil. An hour and a half later Marcus was finished and I put my shirt back on. Tonight I would have to undress with every member of the pack present and shift for the first time in my life.

The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares. Something inside Aqua snapped. A surge of dark energy, unfamiliar and terrifying, welled up within her. She felt her pendant grow hot against her skin, the clear crystal turning black as smoke. The air around her crackled with raw power as she turned back towards the attackers, her fear morphing into a blinding rage.

I, Alpha Xander, the protector, the leader, the embodiment of strength, was now a whirlwind of claws and teeth, fueled by a burning injustice. My opponent, a hulking brute of a bear in the forest stood defiant. It was an enemy I had known for years, a rival for territory and resources. Yet, the bear had always held a grudging respect for my strength. I guess it thought I was in one of my best moods that day. The respect had I had saved for it all these years was been shattered by the bear’s latest transgression. Nothing burned me more than the fact that my mate was nowhere near me. Gone, snatched away by the bear’s brazen recklessness, leaving behind me only a trail of blood and fear.

Dax POV The beast hit the soldiers like a boulder crashing down a ravine, unstoppable and merciless. One swipe of its massive paw shattered a man’s shield into splinters, the wood spraying like broken bones. Screams tore through the gulley, sharp and jagged, as soldiers stumbled over loose shale, their blades clattering uselessly against the stone. The air was thick with dust and the copper tang of blood, the ground trembling beneath the creature’s weight. Its fur shimmered unnaturally, laced with silver veins that pulsed like molten light, casting eerie shadows across the jagged walls of the gulley. No natural thing carried that glow. This was no mere beast—it was a forged wrongness, a walk