Blue Spinel Steven Universe Novels & Stories

I went over to her and protect her as steven was landing blow after blow on Zion who was trying to get away. No one dares to come close to Steven as he broke both Zion's hands and legs. Steven was clawing away at Zion, pieces of flash flying everywhere. It was a treacherous site to see, I could feel my mate slipping away from me. I got up and walked over to him, his fur was red with blood, I called out to him but he was not responding.

“You’re the prey tonight.” Steven smirked. “Five against one? That’s not even a challenge.” The men raised their weapons, aiming at him. “You won’t be laughing for long,” one of them sneered. Steven’s eyes glowed with an icy blue light, and a chilling grin spread across his face. “I’ll make you regret those words. Let’s dance.” Then he turned to me, his expression fierce. “Run, Luna. Now.” I didn’t wait for another warning. I turned and ran, the sound of his laughter echoing behind me.

I don’t know. “Neil always protects us,” Steven says. His voice isn’t as loud as the others, but his conviction seems strong enough. “It might be our turn to protect him… Like Chloe said.” “So much for brotherly unity,” Beau grumbles, though he truthfully doesn’t seem all that upset about it. In fact, he has a hint of a smile like he’s relieved. “I’ve researched what silver like that will do to someone like Neil over an alarmingly short period of time,” Steven says. He leaves it at that.

I shook my head and simply glanced at Steven, looked around and looked for what Zellor was saying that he and Gabriel looked alike. Steven has deep set of brown eyes, aristocratic nose which he inherited from Papa, sharp and chiseled jawline covered with stubbles and naturally red lips suited for a perfect gentleman. Actually, he has all the hard features, fit body, muscles and all, except for his eyes which are the only gentle part of his body and the one I like the most.

"The necklace... it’s not stopping." I looked down. The black diamond "stabilizer"—the thing that was supposed to keep my power from vaporizing my own soul—was pulsing with a rhythmic, cerulean light. It wasn't the royal gold of the Void, and it wasn't the white-gold of the Apostles. It was something new. Something colder. "The Blue Frequency," I whispered, my fingers brushing the stone. "It’s the 'Stabilization' 001 was talking about. The child... it’s not just a weapon anymore, Dante. It’s a bridge to the global network. It’s trying to sync with the Spires."

I asked. "No, I roam around the mansion until he comes out again, which in this case won't be until your job is done,” she replied. I nodded in response, turned around, and walked through the gates, my head facing the ground. Immediately after I stepped through, I walked over to some bushes and stood behind them, waiting to see what would happen next. After waiting for a few moments, I saw Steven levitate into the mansion; his entire body was still stiff, but he was enveloped in a bright green aura. As soon as he crossed the boundary between the outside world and inside the mansion, he fell to the ground, his eyes shut.

First, he killed his father and now his twin brother was burning right in front of him. “Thank you,” the last words escaped Stefan’s lips before the flames finished him permanently…forever. He reverted back to his human form as his neck began to heal, his healing factor was working just fine. “All hail, Steve Kane, Alpha, Champion and Next in line for the Hollow Throne.” Blister announced and the creatures erupted in a savage chair. Steve was not happy nor did he feel particularly victorious. He was sad and tired. The ground shook and split open. A dark shiny crystal throne fused with black bones hovered out of the split earth. From where he stood, Steve felt the power of the Throne. It beck

It no longer looked like an Imperial icebreaker; it looked like a shadow carved from solid steel. Tristan stood on the boarding ramp, watching the final crates of refined sapphire-blue chalcedony being loaded into the tender car. The raw, chaotic pink ore he had filtered with his own life force now hummed with a stable, terrifyingly potent energy. It was the lifeblood of their rebellion. *A single drop of that blue fire could level a city block if weaponized,* Tristan thought, his icy eyes tracing the glowing seams of the crates. *But tonight, it just makes us fast.*

Drawing in a deep breath, Black exhaled sharply and replied: - You decided it yourself, Steve, so don't blame me. And Cole heard the door lock click, and then the door itself opened. Steve, having taken a step to enter the house, stopped and stared wide-eyed at the man who appeared before him. Tall, broad and muscular, he stood in front of Steve and looked at him with his unblinking blue... Blue?! Yes, absolutely blue, not brown eyes. But how? "Uh," Cole drawled, "John?" Black, instead of answering his partner, said rather rudely:

It seemed to beckon, pulling me closer. “What’s that, Ava?” Steve asked, turning back, his tone wary, brows knitting as he followed my stare. “No way,” I breathed, edging toward the bloom, my pulse racing, hope and doubt churning in my gut. This couldn’t be a trick, not after everything. “The Silverbloom?” Steve questioned, his voice skeptical as he stepped nearer, boots crunching through the undergrowth, eyes narrowing as he sized up the flower.