Novel & Cerita Steven Universe I Am My Monster

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.

See the pieces arrange themselves behind those blue eyes, and for just a moment, just one single extraordinary moment, the calculation falters. "That's not possible," he says quietly. I hold his gaze. "The universe has been trying to correct itself for a very long time." "No." His voice is still measured but something underneath it has shifted, something tectonic. "No, I came from the ice. I am the first. This is my world, not yours. I made myself into-" "I know what you made yourself into," I say. "You are a monster, you do know that right?” He looks at me for one long moment.

“My apologies for my wrong assumption. I had studied these creatures, and this is a strange occurrence.” “It’s not about what you studied, Alpha Maverick,” Pyra, who had been silent for a little while now, finally spoke. “None of us understand the paradoxical actions of these creatures, and that’s why we need to act fast.” She turned to Steven, “So what do you seek from me, Alpha Steven?” The man, Steven, was silent before he spoke. “I seek aid. I have nowhere else to go, no living family anymore, no relatives. I need a place to stay, so I can escape the trauma and dangers those weird wolves pose.”

Ste-phen Draven was the monster. “Hello, Moore,” Ste-phen’s lips curled into a dark smirk… ••••••••••

“Brother, am I turning into a monster?” “No,” Steve said firmly. “You’re not a monster, you’re powerful." Her body calmed just a little from his voice.!He pulled her close, holding her tightly in his arms. Her breathing slowed. “It’s okay, Gabby,” he whispered again. “

Questions came to him like waves, overwhelming his breath, submerging him fully. He was surrounded by unanswered questions and plenty of urgent matters. Amelia and the cub were his utmost priority. Then came Kieth and the mess of the blessed wolf and powerful existence. And at last, was the Scarlett Witch and a bleak possibility of Alpha Drefan. Thinking of the long forgotten name, Steven’s pupils trembled violently. It was this man and his ruthless, unconventional thirst for power that wreaked havoc in their lives.

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. Steven shifted back to his human form, bare from the waist up, his eyes begging as he gazed at me. He seemed to gauge my reaction. "Are you alright?" he inquired, but I shoved him away and retreated. I shook my head, afraid of him. "It was you all along! You orchestrated all this chaos!" The silver fur glimpsed during a near accident, things that appeared beside me just when I needed them, his subtle questions about my paste and my mate...