Sans Steven Universe Novels & Stories

He probes further, and I give him the same answer. “Yes.” “Then I guess there’s nothing to worry about, but I must warn you if we find out you lied in this meeting about your powers then no one can save you from the fate ahead, Luna Andrea.” I flinched when his eyes changed colors from red to blue, then golden before going back to his original color brown. “Is that a threat, Steven?” Dante asked, but Steven just shrugged. “That’s the end of the meeting.” Elder Steven said, and a growl of disapproval came from Dave and his cohort.

This wasn’t happening. This couldn’t be real. The guards stopped the second they reached the edge of the packhouse. Steven panted, his chest going up and down at a rapid rate. He turned his head only slightly; it was one final desperate attempt at speaking. “Sanchez—” Sanchez’s voice was a knife through the dark. It rang out, loud and final. “I, Beta Sanchez, declare Steven exiled from the pack.” The air grew heavy around them with the weight of his words.

Cam told them, they all nodded and we faced the vampires agin. "Steven, do you want to show them our little present?" Bane asked with an evil smirk. "Yes your majesty but dont you want to do the honours since you did it all my lord?" said that Steven guy with his own evil smirk and let me tell you when he smirks it looks like he constipated and his teeth are like stars, not so bright but so far away, seriously I could stick my finger between one of those gaps.

She remained in the car, held back by my command. “I have Steven with me for protection, and you’re calling Xander. This will all be over soon,” I assured Lea and walked towards the car roaring in our direction. I saw two muscular men coming out of the vehicle. They looked like the Mountain from Game of Thrones but on steroids. ‘Stay close to me all the time, Luna. I can smell they are not humans,’ Steven said in our mind-link. He opened the link between the three of us so that Lea could be aware of the situation as well.

He glanced at Vanessa again and then something like a light bulb went up in his head and he found himself smiling at his friend. “It’s not funny, Sean,” Steven growled. “I know, I know,” he said and tapped him on the shoulder, “calm down brother, she would be fine and let me handle Natasha for you.” While walking away, he added, “who would have thought you would find her tonight of all night and in my pack,” he chuckled. Steven frowned at what he said and he was prepared to refute but he found himself turning and walking back to the girl. He squatted beside her once more and held her bleeding hand. “Why aren’t you healing?”

Steven wished for him to join him outside the world, but due to his greed, he no longer included his right hand man in his plan. Although an escape plan has already been devised, Steven wishes not to accompany them because he will be leaving soon and does not want to implicate himself further. He also begged his boys to wait for him to leave before joining him, but they seemed adamant, so Steven didn't say anything else. Some guards are deemed dangerous, and Steven intends to kill those he has released. He can't imagine a military man killing a man because he didn't apologize when he stepped on him. Steven has already planned his appearance and agreed to seek vengeance for the deceased. He d

But unlike Steven’s, where his tattoo has a white line of string flowing down to coil three times around his wrist before moving up to connect with the rotating white ball on the inside of his palm, hers has a string flowing down to coil three times around her wrist before moving up to connect with 2 white waves on the inside of her palm. “But I thought subs couldn’t control the main element and I’ve seen Dana try to drown Steven with her powers?” Remembering that morning still puts a smile on my face, in my brief time living with the two of them it was a little amusing to see how childish they tend to get when they’re arguing over something.

Next destination was Luvina. Stephanie stood not breathing as she was given her final examination. “You will be able to fight” the healer said and she wasn’t sure if she should be excited about that or not. It was war, so Supernaturals like her were going to die. Even she stood a chance of dying and there was also the problem. But she hadn’t been able to talk to her father that she knew the Supernatural that were waging war on them. “I see you’re finally better” Skye said.

Salvatore barely made it to the entrance before strong arms seized him from behind. "No—please, no—" he cried out, struggling, but it was useless. They slammed him onto the ground and dragged him toward Steven. Dust clung to his knees as he was forced to kneel, trembling, his breathing labored. He should’ve stood tall. Fought back. That was what a Conti did. But there was no honor to salvage—not when his men lay dead, not when Alessandro’s loyal beasts were nowhere in sight. And Steven—he was unlike anyone Salvatore had dealt with. There was a coldness about him, not rage, just steady control that made him more terrifying.

Steven lay in the rubble. He snorted weakly and said, "I'm Dragon Slayer, no. 32 on the Blacklist. I won't betray my employer." "Is that so? Go to hell then," Sebastian said coldly without any hesitation. He crushed Steven's head with one single foot. Then, he retrieved a mobile phone from the thugs on the ground. He scrolled through the contacts and dialed a number. Mateo was waiting for news from Steven and his subordinates at a five-star hotel in Steinberg.