Steve Creeper Minecraft Novels & Stories

His eyes were wide and they began to look over my body, the clothes I wore the first day were covered in blood and barely hanging on my body, he was wearing a black shirt and a pair of shorts. He had a large cut on his forehead and there was blood surrounding it, that's probably where Jonas knocked him out. How did he get to Steve? I looked back at Jonas and he was smiling at me. "Why is Steve here Jonas?" He approached me and placed his hands on the arm of the chair. He leaned closer and I leaned back. His eyes hardened and he slapped me. "Dont fucking move away from me bitch, dear Steve is here because first he is going to act as a representative of Adrian, since the little fucker is dead

I wouldn't fail her, no way. Taking a deep breath, I headed to the packhouse, praying Liam would listen, that he'd see through Lucy's bullshit. "Ava, wait," a soft voice whispered low. I turned to see Steve half-shifting from wolf to human, struggling to pull his shirt over his broad chest, his warm breaths misting in the cold air. "I'll be right back," I muttered, turning away, quickening my pace toward the packhouse, my thoughts racing.

Finn could do nothing but try to keep up with his much longer strides. Soon, they were at the edge of the campground. Finn saw the smoldering fire in the stone lined pit and a large, family-sized tent pitched near a red Jeep Cherokee. He jumped in front of Brodi before he walked straight into the middle of it all. “Alpha!” he hissed, putting his hands firmly against Brodi’s strong chest. “Stop, before you are seen!” When Brodi continued to push against him, he said a quick prayer to Odin, and slapped his alpha hard across the face.

My grip on Steve tightened and I swallowed a lump that formed in my throat. I can’t deny the fact that I was greatly affected by the men walking towards us. Okay, not men. Beasts. That’s what they really are and I fucked two of them and let them mark me and now, they think they have some kind of hold on me. “Step away from her.” Lucas growled when he got closer to us. Crazy Steve really tried to let go of my hand but I held on to him tighter. Why was he so intimidated by them? Not like he knew who they really were.

"You're not still a virgin, are you? Wait… you've absorbed ability user energy at least once—don't tell me—hm!" He seemed to realize something and widened his eyes in surprise. "Don't say anything, Ray! Just don't!" Steve buried his face, utterly flustered. Damn… Alexander was a fake saint, but Steve truly had the potential to become one. No wonder he seemed so at home in the Zimtam Outpost. Their ideals aligned perfectly. Just then, the man following the footprints of the woman in red finally entered their view. "Ray, someone's coming!" Steve tensed.

“I’m the fourth elder of the Pill Guild, Steve Clarke. I’d like to see Mr. Philip Clarke.” Steve bowed reverently at the door. Philip waved his hand as a signal for Lyle to let him in. Lyle quickly opened the door and let Steve in. Lyle’s expression was cold as if he looked down on Steve. However, Steve was unfazed. As a follower of the heavenly path’s successor, Lyle had the right to be arrogant. Steve also felt a lingering fear. He previously planned to kidnap the follower of the heavenly path’s successor and make him an official member of the Pill Guild. It was simply outrageous.

"Kyaaaaaahhh!!!! ther Leeeeiiiiii,.. wait for meeeeee!!!!!!!" As soon as someone catches a glimpse of Steve's 'location', the bunch of crazed young sorceresses run towards it. [Woah! There is nothing scarier than a bunch of crazed pursuers!] Nero clicked his tongue as he stared at Steve who was still crouching like a scared rabbit under the bushes. " Steve, you don't have to hide anymore. I know where you are."

Whoa, I've only read about things like this! "And what are his Colors?" Papi inquires of Steve. "Red and Green." She answers, frowning at the ball. "Holy shit Steve's a vampire wizard?!" I exclaim shocked. She nods, "It seems that way to me. Uh, you should get rid of those kittens you have too. It seems that they were sent to you by Steve. He may have put some sort of spell on them to make you more susceptible to his spells on you." She says looking concerned. Damn him! I love my kittens. I'm gonna cry...

When Steve arrived at the base, he went to his private most room. No one was allowed to enter that room except his best friend Stooper whom he had given access f that room. He wanted to clean himself so that he could avoid any suspicious that he had left the pack to meet a human. When he pushed the door open, he saw his closest friend Stooper sitting on the couch as if he was waiting for him. Stooper had the same nature as Steve but not he was not as powerful as him.

Grimkeeper said and a curious hush fell over the spectators. “The Challenged, first-time fighter and a cold-blooded killer of werewolves, I give you, Alpha of Sterling Creek, Steve Kane!” Steve was surprised by the positive reception he got from the spectator. “Kane! Kane! Kane!” he felt the ground vibrate with the chant of his name and his head swelled. He had no idea if it was the Coliseum playing tricks on his mind or he loved the adulation of the crowd. The moment Steve stepped into the Arena he knew there was something strange about the sand. It was not sand; he noticed that it was crushed bones of the dead. The unfortunate souls who lost their lives became a part of the Coliseum. It wa