Matpat X Springtrap Novels & Stories

If I don't do anything he will surely kill him. My eyes roamed around the room in search of anything that could help me. Suddenly, my gaze fell on Mary's gun, which was lying on the floor. "Still arrogant, I see," James said nonchalantly. I carefully began moving towards it. I stopped right in front of me before crouching down and picking up my eyes, never leaving. "Fine if you don't want to. I was just trying to be nice," He clicked his tongue in sarcasm. "Bye-bye then," He was about to press the trigger but before he could.

I went to the training grounds and yelled, “Gather!” The warriors came together and they were all shirtless. I pulled off my shirt and pointed to one of our strongest warriors. Alec was the only one who sparred with him and I think he might be just what I needed. A beating that would send whatever it was I was feeling for Alerix out. He marched to the center, not saying anything as he stationed himself in a stance. “Don’t hold back.” I gritted out. His brows arched a bit before he gave me a curt nod.

Serena’s POV I don’t know what Damien saw in that moment what calculation, what decision snapped into place but his gun didn’t fire. Instead, he gave a short nod toward the shadows, a signal I didn’t understand at first. And then they stepped out. Damien’s men. Hidden in the dark, guns raised, eyes locked on Matthias. The trap had been set before we even walked in. Matthias’s smirk faltered, but only for a breath. Then he laughed, low and harsh, the sound echoing through the warehouse.

It was steel. It wasn’t long until I felt it—the paw prints of the Alpha deep in the snow. The smell hit me, thick and acrid. Power pulsed from the footpath, making my bones hurt. Caspian laid the trap—nets of silver strung between the trees. My blood would fuel it. I sliced open my palm; blood welled quickly. It emerged drizzling from the tip of the rune. The trap hummed to life. Power buzzed under my skin. Pain shot through my hand, but I held on.

Terry laughs. “And every morning if she is willing,” Eric winks. “I hear tell of you finding your mate, maybe?” “Yeah, Catherine and I have a connection. She turns 16 in a couple of weeks, so I’m heading back soon,” Terry smiles. “Being mated is like falling on air that is both the perfect temperature and burning hot,” Eric smiles. A warrior is wheeled in with multiple bruises. Terry takes the intake information from the escorts. “Who was he sparing with?” Terry asks.

His grip on my legs tightened and he took off through the pack house towards the back exit, “Last one there has to do an extra lap today!” “Seriously, Red!? That’s cheating!” Mat yelled after me, as he and Cedric took off after Tristan and I. Mat was nearly as quick as we were, keeping up pretty well with us despite Tristan’s longer stride. Cedric was just behind Mat, threatening to pass him as we all flew out the back door. “That’s it Mattie, you’re sparing with me today!” I cackled, having too much fun to be mad at him for using that atrocious nickname.

He is your mate, my wolf said. I quickly turned back quickly but I couldn't see him anymore. Is he really my mate ? I smiled, He only told me his name but that will be enough to find him. I have found my Mate, I told Mel as she was helping me take off my dress Omg, Who is it? She was grinning so bad her cheeks must hurt You will find out soon, I said grinning. DEREK’S POV Everything has been planned, and the attack will take place today. Laura and Athena will be the first to enter the banquet.

He looked at the pages Camden showed him with enthusiasm and excitement. With a beaming smile filled with gratitude, she pointed at the other paper bag in Matt's hand. "And what's in there?" she asked curiously. "Guitar picks. Or 'plectrums' as they seem to call them here," he stated in his best Scottish accent. "They're pretty cool. Made from mother-of-pearl from Loch Ryan or something," he explained, taking one out for Camden to inspect. "I didn't know you played the guitar," she said, running her hand over the beautiful iridescent design. He shrugged. "I got one for you too," Matt said, sticking his hand in the bag and producing another pick which he handed to Clayton. "Why is Matt giving

Mom stood by the dining table, looking a bit awkward and uncomfortable, facing a beaming Elena and a proud Connor. Connor, as usual, was telling Mom to get more food for Elena, to adjust her seat. In that instant, all the hurt, anger, and despair that had been building up inside me erupted like a volcano. I gathered every single trinket, piece of clothing, and piece of jewelry Connor had given me in the name of being "mates" over the past six years, and without a second thought, I dumped them all into the trash can in the corner of my room. The moment the trash can lid toppled over because it was too full, Elena appeared in my doorway like a ghost.

It sniffs the air, then lets out a rattling growl. I don’t run. I move slow, silent, heart hammering. I saw a pit nearby earlier–half-covered with roots. I grab a rock and toss it far to the right. The Wendish bolts toward the sound, swift as a shadow. While it’s distracted, I move. I grab branches, stones, anything I can find, and start building the trap, digging into the pit, covering it with broken branches and loose leaves. It hears me. Turns back. I back away, making noise on purpose now—drawing it toward the trap.