Steven Universe Weapon Novels & Stories

Steven's Point of View Steven is completely spent. While pointing the gun at Helen, his hands were already trembling. It could be because he hasn't handled a gun in a long time. He finally got the vengeance he craved. While he thought he was about to get his life back on track, the killer appeared in front of him. Steven had been completely unaware of this all along. During that incident, he clearly saw her but doesn't seem to understand why he didn't recognise her.

Kendrick slowly uttered, and there was no sign of weakness caused by severe injury in his tone. Steve appeared surprised. The next moment, he saw the sharp sword light like a sharp edge breaking through the long river of time and space, shrouding himself instantly. A deadly aura like the withering of trees poured into his body, completely crushing and annihilating the only trace of life left. Bang! Boom! In the blink of an eye, Steve's demonized body exploded into blood pulp in the blink of an eye, gushing out into the distance. Splatter! A long trace was pulled on the ground, and the steaming blood mixed with torn meat was still slowly squirming.

"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."

“And in the time it will take to get rid of them, we will be able to get here and provide backup.” It’s not a perfect solution, but it’s better than nothing. “Ideally, I’d like to fit the house with protective weapons,” Steven says. He frowns and his eyes drop to the floor. “But those aren’t ready yet.” Likely, he sees this as another failure on his part. I know hard he is torturing himself over what happened to my penthouse. He has to know I don’t blame him for that, right? I better make sure.

He probes further, and I give him the same answer. “Yes.” “Then I guess there’s nothing to worry about, but I must warn you if we find out you lied in this meeting about your powers then no one can save you from the fate ahead, Luna Andrea.” I flinched when his eyes changed colors from red to blue, then golden before going back to his original color brown. “Is that a threat, Steven?” Dante asked, but Steven just shrugged. “That’s the end of the meeting.” Elder Steven said, and a growl of disapproval came from Dave and his cohort.

Steva's words instigated Steven’s anger and out of a sudden, he held Aldo’s fist that was coming towards his face, and then turning him around, he started punching on his face brutally. “I AM NOT A CHILD..” He said, irritated, and then looked at Steva with red eyes, he laughed bitterly looking crazy. “Hahaha… Steva… Steva… You ruined me Steva… I hate you… I hate this Love… You have made me a monster..." Steven felt a pang of pain in his heart that is going into his soul too. “I… I never said that I love you, Steven… I never loved you…” Her confession broke Steven completely from inside and out. He spotted the gun placed neatly at the side table and then rushed to get it.

Time was running out, and he needed to do everything in his power to prevent the unthinkable from happening. The weapon room hummed with tense energy as Steve, Marcus, and several trusted men worked feverishly. Their grim faces reflected the gravity of their situation, illuminated by the harsh fluorescent lights overhead. The walls around them were lined with an impressive arsenal—rifles, pistols, shotguns, and enough ammunition to wage a small war. Since there was not going to be any werewolf transforming any time soon, guns and grenades were the next best thing. The irony wasn't lost on Steve; werewolves relying on human weapons to survive was like lions using traps to hunt.

“Wha-what do you mean by that?” “Do you not realize why Steven treats you differently than other couples? He harbors hatred towards you, which overrides any love he may have for you. This is because he associates your existence with the death of his parents, as you were connected to Mateo. Steven has a vendetta against both you and Mateo, and he is determined to make you both pay for his loss. In his mind, this is the only way he can exact his revenge.”

“I can see you are the type that likes bullying the weak.” “Future Alpha Steven, what are you doing here?” Natasha asked, surprised to see him. Steven’s eyes flashed blue as he remembered how weak and in pain Vanessa looked that night and he had to force himself to stay in control. “I’m not the type to beat around the bush so I am going to say this really clear. The next time you would raise your hand or hurt my mate intentionally or not, I will be cutting off your fingers and force feeding them on you and should your mate have a say, I will be feeding you his balls as well.”

The momentary relief Leon had felt vanished, replaced by a fresh wave of dread. "What... what do you want?" Steven let out a cold, sharp laugh. "Strip. Everything off." Leon’s eyes widened. "What the hell are you doing?" Steven didn't waste words. He pressed the blade against Leon’s throat. "Strip or die. Choose." "You wouldn't dare," Leon sneered, trying to call his bluff. “Steven Miller, you don't have the guts." A silver flash cut through the air. The dagger buried itself deep into Leon's thigh.