Connie Steven Universe Sword Novels & Stories

“I’m on duty, Lily.” “It’s just a glass.” “No.” “Half a glass? A fourth of a glass?” “You’re a bad influence, you know that?” I pulled back, suddenly feeling that I was being cruel. “Just on you, or on Connor, too?” Johnny laughed. “No, I’d say you’re actually a good influence on him.” I felt a little bit better after that. Connor came back into the room groaning. “Did you call Steven?” Johnny asked. Steven was supposedly Connor’s other assistant... or the assistant to Sebastian, I forget which. I’d only heard him mentioned briefly before, when Sebastian was going off on a mini-tirade about how wonderful he was.

During an event, he’d likely even pull me into a darkened alcove just to kiss me, to hell if we were caught. He’d also be my most fierce protector. He’d be a shield with his body. It would take some doing, but hopefully, someday, if he was the one, I could convince him that two swords would be best. We could be warriors together, watching and protecting each other on the battlefield. I’d be stronger with him beside me. I wanted him to feel the same way. Steven would overwork himself, undoubtedly. Long hours in the lab would however yield positive results for the world. He was sure to make important discovers to help the betterment of werewolves everywhere. I wouldn’t blame him for putting th

Rushing forward with terrifying speed, claws clashing, blade flashing. Steven met him midair, a burst of energy flaring between them. They clashed to the ground with a thunderclap, Dons blade sparking over Steven’s enchanted shield. The General drew his own sword etched with ancient runes, and the two clashed in a blur of motion. Steel met magic. Brute force met arcane precision. And neither have ground. —————— Back in the tent, a final cry of pain shattered the silence. Then—the unmistakable wail of a new born.

Luis commanded, never breaking his gaze from Rogers. Connor moved quickly to obey, leaving Rogers’ guard at Luke’s mercy. He retrieved the sword from the bag they had brought. Rogers’ eyes widened as Connor held it, he recognized the weapon, and his heart nearly froze. No. No. That was… Before he could think further, Luis yanked the knife sharply from his stomach. "Argh!" Rogers yelled, clutching his bleeding abdomen in pain. Luis unsheathed the sword, letting it catch the light, and Rogers couldn’t tear his eyes away.

Yet, the slight prick in my ankle left me feeling weak and wobbly. Struggling to maintain my strength, I grunted, trying to deflect his next blow, but my efforts were in vain. I fell to the ground, vulnerable and defenseless. Just as Chris raised his hand to strike me, he was kicked away by a swift intervention. ‘Luna,’ Steven’s wolf tensed as he looked at me. ‘Kat, take Luna away from here. I will kill him tonight.’ Amid the chaos, I murmured a warning to Steven, “He’s wearing a silver metal suit under his shirt. Be careful.” Steven acknowledged with a nod, ever vigilant.

The man opposite him was Bruce Larkin from the Tranquil Academy, known for his exceptional sword-drawing skill. "Steven, you don’t even have a weapon. How do you plan to go against my sword, the Eclipse Azure Blade?" Bruce sneered at him, his face full of contempt. "If you surrender now, you might escape with your life." Bruce didn't want to get into trouble with the Diamond Guild by killing Steven. To his surprise, Steven just smiled. "The same goes for you. You’re not worth my time. You should step down and surrender." Bruce’s face turned red with fury. "Are you that eager to die? Fine! I’ll grant your wish!"

“He’s got a battery that never dies.” Just then, Steven’s excited voice rang out. “Uncle Jay! Look, I’m a warrior!” I looked up. There he was—standing in the middle of the field with a wooden sword twice his size, holding it like he’d been born in a battlefield. “Hey! Put that down, kiddo!” I called out, half-amused, half-concerned. But, of course, he didn’t listen. Instead, he raised the sword higher and pointed it at Peter. “I challenge you to a duel!”

I thought that might have been a dream, but he confirmed it wasn't. Connor drops on one knee, fatigued from the impacts. The shield he held was also starting to break. A few more hits, it will be gone. -"Can you hocus pocus me a sword too?" I ask him, pointing at his sword. -"No, each person conjures their own weapons. It's like a physical representation of our power, so when I give you this sword, it will cease to exist. I'll press on. Just try and freeze it." He says, standing up and taking small steps closer to the attacker. The closer he gets, the stronger the impact is. If we continue like this, we won't last. What a training this has become.

He wraps shadow vine round Steve’s body “Who said it’s over?!” Steve opens his eyes and immediately the vines binding his body disappears. He opens a big portal and a golden sword with grip, handguard with a spiral shape and a drill shaped pillar made up of two independently rotating segments engraved with crimson cuneiform lettering that spin slowly in alternating directions and the other segment that spins clockwise. The golden sword drills into the soil of the Realm and starts giving out humming sounds “This sword has the power to absorb the Shadows in the Realm. It takes twenty seconds to fully charge and then it will explode blowing everything and everyone in this Realm to extinction” h

However, Steve's blow could not even block Kendrick for a second. After that sword light ripped open the pitch-black palm, it suddenly accelerated in mid-air with a buzzing sound. In Steve's eyes, the sword light was still a long way from him before that, but it was already in front of him in the blink of an eye. Splat! A long bloody line was pulled from Steve's lower abdomen to his eyebrows, and he screamed as he heavily staggered backward. The sword appeared as if it was not even drawn out of its sheath, looking just like a gentle sword light. However, it seemed to bring along a heavy weight and immediately smashed Steve on the ground where the cauldron was just placed.