Herobrine X Steve Novels & Stories

“How’s your bride?” “I’m sure she’s fine,” Lucian answered dismissively. “You’re sure?” Steve scoffed. “I know you don’t care about her, but at least pretend.” Lucian ignored the jab. “Who did it?” “Your two-faced stepbrother,” Steve replied flatly. “I sent something to your email,” Lucian said, a slow smirk forming. “Use it well.” “You’re too generous, Mr. Hilton,” Steve said sarcastically. “Looks like I won’t be sleeping tonight.”

Steve said sturbbornly. “ Really huh ” Chris said and then looked by his right side. “ Give me a knife ” he said and Alex gave him a knife immediately. “ Not gonna say anything huh, okay let's see about that ” “ I'm not scared of you ” Steve said. “ Oh, you'll be ” Chris said with an evil smirk playing on his lips, he used the knife to stab Steve's hand which was tied to his back. He twisted the knife so much that it came out from the other side of his palm.

He wanted them to be, not considering the media or the dignitaries. Ariel followed behind. Steve was still bleeding and being dragged like a bag of potatoes. They got to the main event. The sight of the bleeding Steve on the ground devastated Ariel and angered Xavier, who said almost everything. A second beat up started. Kelvin tried to hold Xavier back before he killed Steve. He kept repeating his words. "Don't you ever lay your hand on my wife." Soon the police came to relieve Steve from the pain and torture. They came a little bit late, Steve was already halfway to heaven. Heaven? No hell.

His gaze flickered to mine, waiting for me to deny it, but before I could, Xavier leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed. “She’s a bit shy about it,” Xavier added, voice laced with amusement. “But yeah, she’s ours.” I nearly choked. “Excuse me?” I spun toward them, glaring. “I’m not yours.” Lucas’ expression darkened, looking between me and them like he was trying to piece together a very disturbing puzzle. “Stepbrothers… and mates?” Rolex grinned. “Crazy, right? Fate works in mysterious ways.” Lucas did not look amused.

If Cain had been capable of having pups, Lukas never would've even qualified to become his adopted son, much less inherit the Alpha position. As the days passed, Lukas grew more frantic. He started sleeping with several young shewolves in an attempt to produce an heir and even contacted brokers to search for shewolves with strong fertility traits. I had people secretly photograph everything and package the photos and videos together before anonymously delivering them to Isabella. Sure enough, she completely broke down after seeing them. One day, Lukas was drinking with a group of friends when Isabella barged into the room. She cried as she smashed his wine glass.

A sharp whistle cut through the noise. “Well, I will be damned,” someone said. “The girl and the golden boy.” Hawk stepped from the shadows with a beer in hand. The old bastard hadn’t changed—same scar across his nose, same mean glint in his eyes. He’d once run with the Steel Vipers before splitting off due to a disagreement, breaking the clubs apart for good. The man carried weight that came from years on the road and blood on his boots. He looked at Ashley like she’d crawled out of a grave. “You made it out of that fire pit?”

“And Steve’s brother?” Hardin’s expression darkens slightly. “I already have enough leverage against that family.” His thumb brushes slowly against my fingers. “Steve wasn’t just involved in illegal jobs. He was connected to human trafficking operations. He had already been on my radar before you ever told me he blackmailed you.” Everything suddenly makes sense, remembering how Hardin didn’t even look shocked the first time I confessed everything about Steve to him, and how he simply laughed, a reaction I completely misunderstood back then.

came a gravelly voice from behind him. Caleb turned slowly, his stomach dropping as he recognized Steve's bulky frame emerging from the shadows between two buildings. Steve was built like a linebacker, with thick shoulders that strained against his worn leather jacket and hands that looked like they could crush bones without much effort. His dark hair was slicked back from his face, revealing small eyes that held no warmth. "Steve," Caleb said, trying to keep his voice steady despite the tremor he could hear creeping in. "What's up, man?"

Theron looked at the syringe in his hand. "My woman will not suffer even a little." He held out his hand. "Give me the medicine." Steve hesitated-but still handed it over. The next second- Theron opened the bottle, drank the medicine himself in one motion, then lowered his head and pressed his lips to hers. Steve widened his eyes at the scene in front of him. His curled fingers tightened inside his wide sleeves, his chest rising and falling noticeably. After a brief internal struggle, he turned around and left the room, pulling the door shut behind him.

I couldn't tell what was going through Bryan's mind, but whatever it was, it wasn't good. "At least answer me," Steve said again, his voice calmer now-but somehow more dangerous. Bryan scoffed. The tension became unbearable. Acting on instinct, I stepped forward and hugged Steve. "It's been a long time," I said softly. I didn't see Bryan's reaction, but I felt the sudden shift in the air-thick, heavy, suffocating. Steve hugged me back, smiling warmly, and for a brief moment, memories of our past rushed in like a tidal wave.