Novel & Cerita Steven Universe Sworn To The Sword

Johnny rolled his eyes, making no attempts to stop the witch as she stormed out of the kitchen. It had been several hours since Ursula made her discovery and since then, everyone had been flying around the place trying to slow down a mass shift. However, Johnny couldn't help but think they were too late. Now the wolven spirits had been given a chance to awaken, they would do what they could to stay awake. It was simply a case of natural survival instincts. But he followed orders and the orders were to slow down a mass shift until they all understood a bit more of what was happening.

He looked up to see it revert to where it had come from. Lucas caught it with one arm, fixing it as the shield glinted with its concentric black and white circles that matched his spy-esque suit as he had on a black mask over his face and a kind of black and white stealth suit. Someone else appeared on Viper's side, donned in black attire and a mask over her cheek bones. Carmen was brandishing a sparkling arrow in a bow. Her brother appeared next to Lucas, his sword in hand, looking like a cyber-punk gladiator. They all had various outfits which seemed to match their traits.

Following their gazes I saw the guy that was supposed to be tying up Dante on the ground and him on his feet. ‘So this was your plan huh, to turn everyone against me? Your beloved uncle took everything from me, my pack, my mate, my child. Now you want to do the same!? That isn’t going to happen. I told you, I’ll be the one to take everything away from you’ Immediately he said that, Steven appeared out from nowhere and pointed a gun at Aidan. ‘Put the gun down don’t do this’ Jason tried to reason with him ‘Steven, No!’ I said

He bent forward to see inside, and I swore I noticed him sparkling as if he found treasure. I picked one to give to him. "Here. One for you." He had a broad smile receiving the cookie, which soon turned into a giggle. "Daddy, I have a cookie." And running to, I assumed, where his father was. "It's Sam, Peter's son. He's one of our warriors." Tristan explained. I nodded my head. "No wonder he's around the barrack." Then we continued our way and entered the building. I was a bit surprised when I found warriors already gathered in the main hall, including little Sam.

Five years - a time when we thought we lost each other, but now I have become his bride. Steven stood in front of the Vicar, waiting for me. Today he wears a mysterious black suit that accentuates his tall figure, with a crimson tulip on his chest. The neatly combed hair revealed a high forehead and beautiful eyes that bewildered many girls here. Steven still thinks that I am Zelda, so his face is clearly worried, his thick eyebrows furrowed, but that still doesn't detract from his good looks and handsome face. He looks like a handsome prince, and I'm the princess he's paired with. Steven is such a charming and perfect man; that's why Sharmaine and Calliope always look for ways to rob my man

And in the middle, on a stone bridge that spanned the torrent, stood Leigh’s father. Lord Valerius was a tall, lean man like a hardened sapling. He wore no armor, only a worn leather jerkin over a grey tunic. His hair was more silver than black, tied back. He held no weapon. He stood alone on the bridge, facing Gryffen’s army, a solitary figure of calm authority.

Its shadow lashed across the chamber, trying to reclaim them. The freed wolves immediately stepped in front of Ariana. Not because she ordered them. Because they remembered. Finn stood at their head. He drew the ancient sword still strapped to his side. The rust covering its blade fell away as silver light touched it. He looked toward the Shadow Wolf. "Commander." The ancient Guardian smiled proudly. "Welcome home." Finn raised his sword. The newly freed guardians followed. For the first time in a thousand years... The warriors of the First Kingdom stood together once more.

“I just want to know why they did it. I don’t have anyone else.” The King stared at me for a couple of seconds. “Very well.” “Your Majesty. My word is as good as yours. I can’t make a promise if you don’t honour it,” Luna Stella said. “Of course, I’ll honour your promise. Kiss my ring and I will deliver the head of your mother’s killer.” “What?” I gasped. The King extended his emerald ring. I stared at it and then at him. I looked at Knox for support and he nodded. I gently took the King’s fragile hand brought it up to my lips and kissed the emerald ring.

“Then… who will it be?” Steven turned to me, his gaze sharp and calculating. A slow, deliberate smile spread across his face, one that sent a chill down my spine. “It will be… him,” he said, nodding in my direction. “Archer.” *** The announcement came like a thunderclap. “I am proud to announce,” Alpha Steven declared, his voice strong and commanding, “that Archer is not just my chosen successor but also my biological son.” The room erupted into murmurs, the gathered audience—pack members, allies, and reporters—staring at me with wide eyes.

"Enjoy your stay, Celeste. But don’t mistake me for the same girl you used to manipulate. I won’t be your victim this time." Celeste’s smile faltered, just for a second. But then she laughed, clapping her hands together. "Oh, darling. We’ll see." Isla turned on her heel and walked away before they could see the tears burning in her eyes. As she disappeared down the hall, one thought echoed in her mind. She had just stepped into a war she hadn’t been prepared for. And Killian Blackwood had just made himself her greatest enemy. But this time, she wouldn't just be a pawn in Celeste’s game.