Steven Universe Shep Novels & Stories

I, Riley David, the girl who pulled the strings of a vengeance against the mafia, was stammering like a silly schoolgirl in front of a sports specimen. "Hi... yes, I'm Riley. The... the pleasure is mine," I stammered. I tried to recover my mask of sufficiency, but having this specimen so close was liquefying my brain. "Nice to meet you, Steven. I didn't know the Space Mechanics geniuses came out to sunbathe." Steven let out a low laugh, a warm sound that made the hairs on my arms stand up. "Only when the company is worth it, Riley," he responded, his smile widening as he released my hand with a tortuous slowness.

That made me suspect that something else was going on right under my nose. “You finally caught me and—” I lifted the man by the neck, and he screamed in pain. “Take off all his clothes,” I asked Gabrielle, and she took out her claws. In a couple of movements, Steven was practically naked, and he had runes on him, but not just any runes—they were power-binding runes. “Who the hell are you bound to?” Steven laughed before spitting blood. Kill this bastard. Sirhan snapped before growling in my head. “You have no fucking idea; you don't know anything about what—”

If it was, it had worked spectacularly, because the two had an awkward little hug, something that they never did, and then Luke was gone again. It took Steven a minute to think it through, to wrap his head around it just being said and done. If Steven didn't know any better, he’d think that the universe was fucking with him. Either way, it didn't feel like it could go too much longer. Whatever was going to happen, Steven just wanted that ill feeling to leave him. He wasn't used to it, and he didn't like it at all.

Philip shrugged and said, “Why not? Friends should be treated with sincerity. Steven, I hope you won't let me down.” Steven frowned slightly, thought for a moment, and said, “Young Patriarch Clarke, don’t worry. I’ll show you my sincerity.” After speaking, he turned around and walked to the corner. He took out his phone, dialed a number, and muttered into it. Then, he returned to Philip and Fennel’s side. He said, “My sincerity will be here soon. I hope you’ll like it.” Philip looked at Steven, patted his shoulder, and said, “Steven, just call me Philip from now on.”

"As I said, I'm doctor Shepard-" "I fucking heard you the first time. What the hell is wrong with Steven." "Well, If you'd just calm down, I'd explain. Steven was brought in a few minutes ago. He is in the ICU as we speak." "What. The. Fuck!" "Steven was shot." "No!" David shouted, Raya, got up from her death place and glared daggers at David who cursed and ran off. She wasn't sure if he was breathing anymore. She hoped he doesn't kill himself in an accident. Crawling back into her death place, she cried even harder.

It was precisely because Steve's realm was completely incomparable with the group of monsters equivalent to Heavenly Spirit Realm that everyone did not take him too seriously from the beginning. In everyone's mind, he was at most a human cultivator, and he played a role in communication. However, when all the demons looked desperate, Steve showed an utterly different viciousness.

I asked. "No, I roam around the mansion until he comes out again, which in this case won't be until your job is done,” she replied. I nodded in response, turned around, and walked through the gates, my head facing the ground. Immediately after I stepped through, I walked over to some bushes and stood behind them, waiting to see what would happen next. After waiting for a few moments, I saw Steven levitate into the mansion; his entire body was still stiff, but he was enveloped in a bright green aura. As soon as he crossed the boundary between the outside world and inside the mansion, he fell to the ground, his eyes shut.

Great, my own gamma was against me. “It’s good to know the pack has at least one sensible person.” Steven chuckled; he looked genuinely happy to see her. He never interacted with him much, but she made an impression on him for him to secretly look for her when everyone else went on with their lives as if she never existed.

"And what are you doing?" "Since my identity has been blown, then I don't think there's any reason to continue this pretense. I hate you with everything in me and can't wait to have your beating heart in my palm." Steven replied. He bit down on his palm and fed it to the maid who kept trying to struggle. Then he broke her neck before she could infect him with her werewolf bite. "What are you doing?" Ashley, who had shown up with Kyle, asked. In fact, she knew there was something off about Steven's appearance from the forest.

she asked her younger sister. "No. But his aura is—" "Like the aura of a werewolf, you mean?" interrupted the man casually as soon as he finished taking off his shoes and closed the door of his apartment, extending his right hand to Veronica, who was still motionless in her place. “Gavin Brooklyn. I'm Steve's subordinate. You know him, right?"