Steven Universe I Am My Monster Novels & Stories

It was raw, angry, and violent, his entire body contorting and changing into something much more monstrous. When it was done, standing before me wasn't the man I loved—but a monster. Steven's wolf was enormous, standing over everyone, his white coat glistening in the blood-tainted sky. Overwhelming, he was a force of unbridled brute strength. Before Liam could react, Steven reacted.

It seemed only natural for her to fear the creature that had caused her so much pain. Steven's voice, gentle and compassionate, cut through the oppressive silence. "You're mistaken, Faith. There's a monster hidden within everyone, whether they are Lycan, werewolf, or human. Even the lord Lucifer couldn't conquer the monster within himself, and he was cast into hell." A soft smile curved his lips, his words imbued with wisdom that transcended their immediate context. Faith's astonishment bloomed within her, like a fragile bud unfurling its petals under the warmth of the sun. Suddenly, it all made sense.

Long replied. Something deep inside Steve awakened. His monster was lurking, ready to be set free again.

Kai stepped back but scoffed at Steven. "Ohh, I'm so scared," Steven said dramatically. "Do you think you can kill me? Huhh! In your dream baby. I'm no longer that weak wolf. Now I'm the Demon Alpha. It's not so easy to kill me." Saying that Steven laughed like a maniac. But Ren smirked at him.

Everything is beeping and screeching, and drool is coming out of my mouth. I'm exhausted from getting shot twice, but my healing process is taking care of it already. I'm. A. Monster. While turning into a prisoner sucks, part of me doesn't want Amelia to find out just how much of a freak I am. If she sees me surviving getting shot, then who knows what might happen.

I created a monster to ruin her. Now he’s ruining me. **** Helena spent her nights writing savage Alphas who dominated, punished, and shattered their women. One car crash later, she died, and woke up trapped in the body of Azalea, the pure 18-year-old princess she had written to be broken. Her fictional story became real as King Valdman Wolverton came for her. Scarred by years of torture, this ruthless werewolf king slaughtered Azalea’s entire family in front of her eyes and dragged her away in chains. He doesn’t want a quick death. He wants her to bleed for every sin her father committed; slowly, brutally, and completely. Helena feels every second of it: every painful lash and every cr

The way the girls swoon over him only fuels my annoyance. I hate him. I don't like her. This is a trainwreck. Where is Mirasol's katana? Maybe I can fall on it? “Hello everyone, I’m Brent Hammond. You might recognize me from the cover of this year’s Assassin Magazine.” He strikes a dramatic pose that is in the theme of a Greek statue, and I have to bite my lip to keep from laughing. I nudge Caleb, who is also stifling laughter. “You know the slogan, ‘If they’re a danger to society, we’re a danger to them.’ Well, I coined that.” He flashes a smug grin. “And if that doesn’t ring a bell, maybe my stats will—I’m the best in the world.”

"I'm your granddaughter! You clearly knew how dangerous he could be, yet you still forced me to marry him? "Do you really think that little of me?" Seeing her twisted expression, Steven seemed to age ten years in an instant. After a long silence, he finally spoke. "You'll regret this." There was a pause between each word. His eyes carried a sense of pain. "How could I ever regret killing a monster?" Jessica screamed hysterically. Steven pointed at me on the ground. "His name is Christopher. He used to be the ace of the Special Forces. Now he's part of my Classified Unit."

It’s a necessity more than not Olivia: Yeah, but you're not a monster clam down Ash: What if I am? Olivia: then Olivia: I don't know Olivia: I don't care, quite frankly Olivia: I've met a lot of sh*tty people in my life, and you're far from being the worst Olivia: If you're a monster, then Olivia: I don't f*ck know Olivia: I guess I'm one too Steven didn't want to read anymore, so he interrupted them Unknown Number: sorry to interrupt, but can you two take that to your texts because it's getting a little too awkward and I’m trying not to snoop, but I'm failing miserably

I involuntarily look at my right. I see the same monster sitting beside me, he is holding my hand. His eyes are red and bright and a smile is evident on his face. A monster can't smile, can only wipe it off. I immediately jerk my hand out from his and get up but with the same speed I fall on the bed again. I whimper as I feel immense pain in my head and neck and arms. "Emma, you can't get-" "Don't touch me!" I speak as the monster leans towards me while holding my arm.