Steven Universe Weapon 소설 & 이야기

I still don't have any idea why they were doing this kind of thing since they know that I am in duty to protect the organization, that happens to be their adversary. And now they were trying to help us, or not? I don't know what exactly they want but I will make sure that we will go out of here alive, especially the kid I am carrying in my shoulders now. "You will need this." Steven threw me a gun, this is mine. Great that they gave it back to me, however I quickly pointed it to his head. "I know you will not shoot me. Just saved those bullets for what is waiting for you outside," he said. "Why are you helping me?" I asked him. He just smirked and shrugged his shoulders. There is a reason fo

“Hmm… let me guess. You were a wolf chasing after rabbits?” Steven burst out laughing. “No! Way cooler than that. I was a superhero, and I had laser eyes.” “Laser eyes?” I repeated, amused. “That sounds dangerous.” “It wasn’t!” Steven said quickly, waving his little hands. “I was saving the whole city. Bad guys tried to take over, but then—” He puffed his chest out and made a dramatic pew pew sound. “I zapped them all!” Zed held his chest and leaned back like he’d been hit. “Aaah, not the laser eyes! You got me!”

He just kept his weapon ready while Steve stepped closer. "That was impressive," Steve said, and I could hear the genuine surprise in his voice. "Didn't think you had it in you. But it doesn't change anything." He reached into his jacket and pulled out something that made my blood turn to ice. The object in his hand was sleek and black, designed for one purpose only. He held it casually, almost carelessly, but I could see his finger resting near the mechanism that would make it work. "This little beauty is special," Steve said, holding it up so I could see it clearly. The fluorescent lights reflected off its surface, creating an ominous gleam. "Completely silent. Doesn't make a sound when it

Steve’s mind flashed back to Ronan’s words: They’ll come for him soon. “Master, what shall we do now?” Steve asked, his eyes scanning the thirty armed men now standing in disciplined formation, awaiting orders. Each of them carried a weapon — sleek, advanced, and glowing with blue strips of energy. A mythic-looking gun, the kind that fired beams like concentrated lasers. Yet Adrian remained calm. “Why do you wish to know where I’m from? My being here shouldn’t concern you. How about you don’t get in my way — I haven’t troubled anyone,” Adrian said, his brow raised in a casual stance, as though the situation were less serious than it appeared.

Suddenly, I heard Steven behind me, addressing his daughter. “Close your eyes, Em,” he urged, and then a growl escaped him. He joined the fight, his sharp canines and claws growing quickly as he kicked a guard to the ground. As another aimed for Charlotte’s arm, Steven roared and slashed right through the man’s abdomen, sending him down immediately. I pushed my own attacker aside and turned to see Steven grab a guard’s neck. “You need to leave!” he shouted at me. “What?” I shouted back, surprised.

If the person standing in front of her were Luke, she would not have been worried at all, but he was not Luke. Steven was gentle and would not even hurt a fly. "Don't worry." Steven narrowed his eyes and shot the crowd a disdainful glance. Then, he took off his jacket, handed it to Gwen, and pulled his sleeves up. "If you intend to lay a finger on her, you'll have to go through me first." With that, he lunged towards the crowd. The color drained from Gwen's face as she bit her lip. "Gwen," all of a sudden, Luna's voice rang out next to her. "Why is Steven so…gifted at fighting? It kind of reminds me of Luke."

Cackling, he declared, "It's your funeral! With my divine techniques, I'm capable of shattering your soul into pieces!" "Divine technique—Raging Currents!" Steven roared. He unleashed all of his divine realm powers without holding back. As his powers poured out of his body, he gathered his spiritual energy and condensed it into countless streams of divine realm killing intent. Then, he aimed every single one of them at Ashton's vital points in an attempt to annihilate him completely. Steven had been a part of the criminal underworld for decades. He had survived countless life-or-death battles, and he had never underestimated a single opponent. He had provoked Ashton on purpose so he could st

With her hands up the air, she stood still waiting help. "Zitizzz!" A tiny sound put the guards into confusion. Swivelling around, not aware of what made the noise that seemed to be familiar to them, a loud blast raised dust from the ground before the guards and suddenly snipe sounds and bullets flying all around. Steven slowly walked out with a weapon in his hand, strangely created as its looks seemed like a hand canon. Heavy metals as body and surrounding the tip of the weapon. "What the fuck is that?" Khloe asked as she struggled to see through the thick dust and misty environment.

They’re here for me as my father is, and that means everything. I take the tooth extractor and make my way back to the mess who shot my wife. “Please,” He gasps, eyes wide when he sees the tool in my hand. “Please what, fucker?” “I’ll tell you what you want to know. Just please, no more.” I smirk to myself; this might just be easier than I thought. “What’s your name?” “Steven.” He answers before swallowing back the blood coating his tongue. “Who sent you here?” “He’ll kill me,”

"What's going on here, Dylan? Have you gotten too bored with your nice, cushy life? How dare you ambush Mr. Cole like this and even demand that he break his arm?" Steven snarled, glaring at Dylan. His army green uniform made him look even more formidable, and the warning in his tone sent shudders down Dylan's spine.