Steven Universe X Ray Novels & Stories

"You can screw off, Father. I'm not taking the position as the next Lycan King." Then, Steven tried to leave. "Where are you going?" Lycan King Xavier asked in a calm voice. "I'm finding my mate." "I have her." Steven stopped when the King told him. Damon immediately grabbed my wrist as we walked towards them. Steven froze in his place. We locked our gaze. His heated stare made my skin shiver. I could feel my hair stand on its tip while looking into Steven's hazel-green eyes. He made me feel complete. I wanted to hug him, to tell him and whisper those words that could calm down his system, to apologize to him, and to tell him that I've already forgiven him.

he asked. "I’m okay. I’m great! I didn't recognize you right away.. I mean look at you now.. Wow!" I said. Rex is handsome, and it’s been long since the last time we saw each other. "Oh Ri, it's still me. By the wat, I messaged you on your I***a-gram account. You haven't read it yet," he said. I was about to speak when Steven stood next to me and extended his hand to Rex. "I'm Steven," Steven's arrogant and authoritative self-introduction. It’s obvious to his face that he’s mad.

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.

I whimpered, and he stared at me like a real mad woman in the trashcan, "Xavier is more powerful than Xander. He is Xander's father and has numerous guards and dark magic. He sits on his throne in the Red Moon Pack's Royal Chamber and rarely comes out unless he is about to go to war. How on earth do you think of killing him in your entire life!!!" Hutton growled, gritting his teeth in fury. I bowed my head to the ground, reminiscing about his words. He was right: how would I ever kill Xavier? I won't gain access to him freely without losing my life!!!

The metal base of the barstool clinks sharply against the floor as my Head Beta settles onto it, gesturing impatiently to the bartender for a drink. I take a slow sip of my beer, the heavy bitterness lingering on my tongue. “Nothing much,” I answer tautly, my eyes screening the rowdy barroom for the umpteenth time to see if I can locate Kael, the doctor’s son. Steve lets out a loud laugh. “I’ve known you since you were a baby, Xavier. Trust me, I know your exact taste in women.” I lift the cold glass to my lips again, swallowing down more bitterness as I try my best to keep myself from venting about how incredibly rude and uncouth Dr. Winter truly is.

Later that afternoon, Antonia found a quiet, isolated alcove in the university library to review her notes. The vast room was silent, filled only with the faint scent of old paper and the soft rustle of pages. But the peaceful atmosphere shattered when a tall shadow fell across her desk. She looked up to find Tristan standing over her. He didn’t have his usual bright, approachable smile anymore. Instead, his jaw was clenched, and his eyes carried an aggressive, frustrated intensity as he leaned over her table, cornering her against the bookshelf.

“Since we’re outside and pretty exposed to anyone who can see us, today you don’t have to conjure anything. All I want you to do is stand there and I’ll conjure a fireball, once I do that I want you to stare at it for at least 1min. Hopefully, as you get better maybe you’ll be able to prolong your fears. Okay?” Nervous, I nod timidly, my stomach in knots. “Okay.” I sigh. Breathing in, Steven raises his left hand in front of him and spreads his fingers in the air. Suddenly, blazing flames erupt from his palm. His eyes glow in that unnatural shade of red and his tattoo lights up, as the flames began to grow I start to feel sweat perspire on my skin. Immediately I begin to tremble, swallowing t

"Steven?" Xavier mumbled in a husked low tone. What is his son's PA doing in his house? That too when he's not around? His suspicion grew higher when he watched Steven's distressed form, like he's hiding something from them. "What are you doing here at this hour, Steven?" Xavier grilled dourly. His face altered to a questioning manner. He was demanding answers. "To place this file in his study" Steven answered confidently while showing the black file which was on his hand.

Valerie: Morning sunlight spilled across the terrace, warm and soft against my skin as I stepped outside. The breeze carried the faint scent of pine and fresh earth, the quiet hum of the pack grounds far below. Everything felt calmer now, steadier, like the world had finally exhaled after months of choking tension. “Val.” I turned. Xavier stood in the doorway, dressed in a dark shirt with the sleeves rolled to his forearms. His eyes, those steady storm-blue eyes, held something different today. A warmth. A nervousness. A spark I hadn’t seen since the very beginning.

Xander wrapped me in his arms, steady and strong. "I know," he said, voice low. "I've seen everything. Don't cry." Xander had already been freaking out when I didn't answer my phone. Then he saw the video—and came straight to the hospital. Steven, clueless, sneered, "Perfect timing. I was about to hunt down your little side piece, and here he is, walking right up to me." Xander's stare went razor-sharp. "You must really have a death wish." "You slept with my wife and still act tough? I'll kill you!" Steven barked, throwing a punch.