Older Steven Universe Novels & Stories

Old Master said impassively and then froze by his slip of the tongue. “Hah… Don’t worry, my wife trusts me a lot, she isn’t like you,” Steven said sarcastically and then turned to leave. “Tomorrow then?” Old Master’s voice came unsure. “Yes, so tomorrow it is,” Steven said firmly and then left his father’s study. *** KNOCK… KNOCK… With a light knock, Steven entered back into his mother’s room, and giving an apologetic smile he said, “Sorry, it took me a while.”

Black went to the window, leaned his back against the window sill, crossed his arms over his chest and, frowning his brows, closed his eyes, obviously thinking about something. Redward, still seated in his chair, was tapping his fingers nervously on the table top, his narrowed eyes looking through objects, so absent was his gaze. Steve, on the contrary, all the time did nothing but look from one man to another, realizing or, rather, clearly realizing that in front of him were not ordinary people, but those who lived a very, very long life, who saw different era, who saw various wars and even participated in some of them. Before him were people who had seen a lot in their lifetime. One of the

A small smile emerged on his face as he said, “I’m Damien, welcome to your new home.” I nodded, "I’m Elena and thankyou.” The smile didn’t vanish away and he turned towards the boys telling them to introduce themselves. The hazel eyed boy looked at me with those dark eyes, "Lucifer, 20.” The next one had blond hair and green eyes, “Stephan, 19.” They weren’t fond of introductions. Next one had tattoos all over his skin that made him look scary, his deep blue eyes held immense hatred and the darkness around him told me to stay away. “Elias, 18.”

“Though you did call me dumb.” Steven is back to looking uncomfortable. “Yeaaaah,” he drawls. “It was supposed to be a joke. A badly timed, improper joke. I’m not known for my jokes.” He and I both chuckle slightly. Steven sits up straight. “But I am sorry, too. And I accept your apology.” I smile brightly at him. His eyes crinkle up behind his glasses. I always thought Steven was the less attractive of the four brothers. Then again, it was like placing four gold rings next to each other and saying the one shaped like a square wasn’t as nice as the round one. All of the rings are still made of gold.

“What are you trying to imply, Luna Elodie?” I shrugged, not saying anything further. “Okay, I’ll help. I’ll discover more about this Steven guy. I’ll only need more time. But from what I know, the son of Alpha StoneClaw does not come at that age. They should be teenagers. Well, anything I discover, I shall have them emailed to you.” “Thank you, Alpha Sam.” I thanked him sincerely, happy I was getting somewhere with this. “It’s really nice to talk to you after all this while.” His back was to me.

“And now the world has gone to absolute shit.” “Everything happens for a reason, brother.” Stefan said. “All the things that have happened is preordained by a higher power.” Steve did not like where this talk was going. “What are you trying to say? That our lives are just one cosmic game of chess to some bored fucked up god?” “They were here once, brother,” Stefan said. “They went by many names, titans, celestials, angels, you name it. It was their age, the golden age, until they faded away, forgotten in time but refusing to ever die.”

Not allowed. “Of course I know you.” Karina looked at Steven. “Sorry if I didn’t greet you properly. You are Mr. Steven, Saka’s second brother.” Steven squeaked softly. He took a step forward—suddenly making Karina reflexively step back until she hit the wall. “What are you doing?” Steven pressed the button for the top floor. “I guess I have to remind you of 7 years ago.” Steven approached Karina. He lowered his head—staring at Karina more intensely. “Where we spent a hot time—”

Exhausting, but useful. When the elevator doors slid open, the only two people allowed up here besides Claude and me turned to face us. Steven. Twenty-seven. Still young, but he’s lived through more shit than most men double his age. “Alpha,” he greeted, expression as flat as ever. I could count on one hand how many times I’ve seen that man smile. Barely speaks. Just sticks to simple, short responses. He used to be military. Left his pack, found his way here. I saw something in him, took him in, trained him myself. When he was ready, I brought him here.

A booming male voice greeted me from the other end. “Hello Sorcerer Frankl, I am Beta Stavros Petrakis from the Luceres Pack. I need your help in locating Thanos, the sorcerer who had cursed me for no reason four years ago.” He scoffed instead of agreeing to help. “Where were you for four years? We tried locating you when we captured Thanos and punished him for his crime.” I felt guilty for not approaching them for help sooner. “Oh, I wasn’t aware of it. Can you help me now? I’m suffering a lot because of this curse.”

answered my uncle. Steven is the caretaker of my father's mansion, as well as the head farmer of our vineyard. When my father lived, he cared for the workers and my mansion. Later, I heard my father fired him because he couldn't pay Steven like before. He is a 48-year-old man. "Oh, Luke?" Coincidentally, Steven came from the opposite direction, carrying a rabbit in his hand. It looked like he had just come home from hunting. "Seteven, that looks like a good catch," Agnes praised. I know she likes rabbit meat. Her eyes lit up seeing that.