Older Steven Universe Novels & Stories

Steven just nodded, as if he already knew but wanted to hear it out loud. The elders started calling him “Old Soul.” He remembered everything. Words he overheard weeks earlier. Names of long-dead wolves he read about in scrolls. Sometimes, he used words I didn’t even know. I should have been concerned. But I wasn’t. I was proud. That night, I found my father and Steven beneath the old oak at our backyard. The stars were out. Steven was leaning against Tyson’s arm, small and still, staring up at the sky. “He’s going to be more than you imagined,” Tyson said without looking at me.

"What do you think?" My fork nearly slipped from my hand. "Mommy, that's embarrassing. I don't want a match." "Just get to know him," she insisted gently. "If you don't like him, then that's perfectly fine." "The young man is the son of my closest friend," Uncle Greg added. "He studied in Switzerland too. His name is Sean. He's polite, well-mannered, a true gentleman. Theo knows him well, right, Son?" At that, I finally looked at Theo. I was not mistaken. There was something dark in his expression, something sharp. Annoyance flickered across his face before he could hide it.

David greeted and Steven smirked. "Hey, you too! Took you long enough." Steven spoke out loud, unbeknownst to him, and his mother and David's, Alice, and the Doctor jumped back. All eyes are on Steven as he converses with a being they couldn't see. Steven looked happy as they watched him. His mother was crying, everyone was crying. They all wondered if he was running mad. "That was a nice joke you played on me, what were you thinking about writing me a sad letter like that." Steven watched as a sad line crossed David's face. He didn't like that. "What's wrong?" Steven asked reaching his hand up to have them rest in David's hair.

“Sophie, I hope you don’t mind. My friends and I have taken over your party. You young ones can still have fun though, don’t mind us.” I gave him a warm smile. “That’s alright… D–Dad.” My face burned. It sounded awkward calling him that when I was used to calling him old man. Steven let out a chuckle. “You can call me old man the way you used to… there’s no difference.” “Okay, old man,” I replied sheepishly. “You’re a lucky man, Steven. Your son got himself a beautiful wife. You did well to not let her land in others' hands because I would have introduced her to my grandson,” Christine Livingstone, one of Steven’s friends, said.

Asked Steven. "You gonna know my plan soon. I know you still want to f*ck her ass. Don't forget she's your stepsister. You can do it slowly with her." He flashed him a smile. "Whatever! I'm not sure if I'm still going to do that. Dad, I need to get to somewhere right now. I will call Beatrice to take care of you." Steven left the house. ~~~~~~~~~~ Somewhere in Italy, "He's alive! He survived! I don't know how but he did. I saw him with my two naked eyes." A guy ran to the old man in his sixties.

Steven cried as he spoke, he was wrong he admitted it, Nathan of all people should understand where he was coming from. He was an orphan at an early age because of rogues, Nathan knows of his resentment towards rogues and distrust for them. Could he not understand him? But Nathan smirked. “You deserve worse but being a rogue will do just fine for now.” He stood up and pushed Steven away from him. “I alpha Nathan Walker hereby banish you Steven Martin gamma of Silver Sands pack to leave the pack and be a rogue.”

My mate, Lycan Steven, had pretended to be my professor at school. I had been fooled into falling in love with his tactics and acting to reclaim me—his mate. He had successfully claimed my heart again. A low growl interrupted us as a rogue appeared from the bushes. He attacked my mate, but Steven dodged swiftly and clawed the rogue's heart. The rogue was killed instantly, a testament to Steven's strength. After finishing with the rogue by consuming its flesh and discarding its head, I stood there in awe, struggling to grasp the reality unfolding before me.

If it was, it had worked spectacularly, because the two had an awkward little hug, something that they never did, and then Luke was gone again. It took Steven a minute to think it through, to wrap his head around it just being said and done. If Steven didn't know any better, he’d think that the universe was fucking with him. Either way, it didn't feel like it could go too much longer. Whatever was going to happen, Steven just wanted that ill feeling to leave him. He wasn't used to it, and he didn't like it at all.

Bob said and they looked at each other with the same confusion. What they saw was very surprising, because they had never seen Steven like that with blood on his mouth. Steven was known to be very cruel and dangerous but he never dirty his body with the blood of his enemies. That's why he has a lot of henchmen to do those dirty things for him. To be continued…

"I'll take it from here." Al nodded and strolled off. I was alone with Steven. He stepped towards me and the dim light illuminated his features slightly. Despite his dark blue, motor oil-stained overalls and huge boots, he was quite intimidating. Steven was taller than me by several inches and he looked like someone you wouldn't want to mess with. I definitely wouldn't pick a fight him. A slowly burning cigarette hung from his thin lips, a trail of smoke drifted upwards as he sneered at me. "Where the hell have you been, boy?"