Novel & Cerita Steven Universe I Am My Monster

"That's impossible… That flash drive has already been—" She suddenly seemed to realize that she'd said something she shouldn't have and immediately shut her mouth. When Raoul saw that I'd slapped her just now, he also marched up to me, ready to fight me to our deaths. At that moment, all of the anger I'd suppressed until then exploded like a volcano. I punched him back in the face and roared, "You all keep calling me a monster and an inhuman animal, but I'm going to show you who the real monster is! You'll see what I'm talking about!"

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.

Steven just stared at Emily sharply, and changed the color of his eyes to red, making Emily very surprised, because it was the first time she saw the other side of Steven. "Why? Are you afraid?” Steven said and changed his eyes back. “Who…who are you?” Emily said. "I'm Steven," Steven said. “But…how did you change your eyes like that? You almost gave me a heart attack,” Emily said and Steven just laughed. "They call me a monster, but I'm no different from them, I'm also human, having an inner wolf, a Don, and an Alpha are different things. I have to be able to restrain myself so that the two don't mix and turn me into something bad. You know how I feel about Angel, that's another me, but cho

I began, but my dad cut me off with a scowl. "Enough with the unnecessary pleasantries, come here." I hid my hurt and walked towards them, trying not to gag at Steve's putrid breath. "Is this the Omega?" he asked, his voice dripping with an otherworldly intensity. My parents nodded, pushing me towards him as if offering me up. Steve laughed, his eyes glinting with malevolence. "I smell like death because I am a witch from the underworld," he explained, his voice sending shivers down my spine. I didn't dare ask what the underworld was, fearing what other terrors he might reveal.

The stench of blood, the sounds of chaos, the sights of decapitated and dismembered bodies and squashed brains of those people who dared to snatch her away from me was all I could see and think of and I couldn't suppress the monster in me that basked in the promise of havoc and war. And completely letting go of that one last string of restraint, I became one with that monster that had been tucked away for years, that monster that I had forced to go into hibernation, that monster that had begged to be let loose from the thick, frosty shackles of calmness and restraint since that night that had plagued my night and day, until she came along. I don't know when the deal became sealed when the ha

If I could save enough people, maybe the universe would forget what I was built to do. I was wrong. The mother of a boy I saved—the one whose heart had nearly stopped in my hands—looked at me with terror instead of gratitude. She said she could see it. Apparently, she had the eyes of a seer. She said I was a thief wearing someone else's skin. She called me a monster. I quit after that. I told myself it didn't matter. That the work was only a distraction. That I was still fulfilling my purpose elsewhere. But that was a lie.

I wanted to protest the distance he took for both of us to catch some air. —You are mine and I am yours That's how the monster fell into the hunter's web. That's how he discovered he's vulnerable again, but what terrified him the most... is that one day they'd betray him... since he just gave them power by opening up to himself... ✧────── ༉───✦───༉ ─────✧ I'm on my way to the cabin. Steven already had everything ready—a filthy rat and a useless parasite waiting. To finish them off, I have to make them believe I'm still chasing clues. Take out the new distraction so they keep feeding their egos. 'What idiots.'

It felt like another riddle waiting to be solved, but honestly? The less I knew, the safer we both were. Hayden kissed my forehead. "Don't worry. I'm not going anywhere—my little monster needs me." Little monster?! Okay, adorable. I grabbed my phone and immediately updated my chat app username to match. Steve noticed in about two seconds flat. [Who are you planning to attack now?] he messaged. I smirked, thinking, 'Monsters don't attack—they just make sure no one messes with them.'

Vincent frowned and looked at Steve, shouting sternly, "as the remnant of the Blood Poison Sect, how can you possibly mobilize an army of monsters, let alone invite the ancestor's divine consciousness? Who instructed you to do this?! As a human being, you're being ordered around by monsters! You're not worthy of being human at all!" "I'm not worthy of being a human being? Can I be called a human being if I let you all slaughter me as you wish?" Steve grinned, and his voice was like a ghost who cried at night. It sounded so sinister that it went straight to the bottom of people's hearts. "I would rather be a monster's pawn than a pig that you can slaughter anytime! Let me show you what type o

His hand lifted, hovered just inches from the handle. If he turned it , if he stepped inside there’d be no undoing it. Not this time. He could finish what they started. Bury himself so deep inside that mouth, inside that want, that for a few hours, he wouldn’t have to think about betrayal and bloodlines and wedding vows. He could forget. But the thing about monsters was they followed you, even after the lights went out. And Rafael already knew, no matter how hard he tried to kill this thing between them, it wouldn’t stay buried.