Steven X Amethyst Novels & Stories

"Alpha Damien , I need you to believe me. Ariel is not to be blamed at all. She is a nice person and I know that you are aware of that, even if you don't want to admit it. She single handedly brought the real golden staff and the book and I just knew that I had to bring them to you." She paused and moved her eyes from Alex to Damien , before she continued speaking. "She loves you so much and you know she does. She doesn't like admitting it, but I know she loves you more than she loves herself. So, here. You should have it." She walked a few steps to where Damien was and she stretched her hands forward to place the golden staff and the book in Damien 's hand. Before accepting it, Damien looke

Maybe he knew something had shifted, but he didn’t say it out loud. “There’s a shipment of herbs and tinctures arriving later today,” he said. “I’ll make sure you get first pick. You can get whatever it is that you need and I assume that you'll be able to find everything that she would need, yeah?” “Thank you.” I felt Ethan shift behind me, but I kept my body turned away. Kept my face fixed. No tremble. No hesitation. Then the tightness in my chest flared again, sharper this time.

Hearing this, Steven paused momentarily and sneered, "What could be wrong with me?" After speaking, he lowered his gaze, rubbing his throbbing temples, his face turning iron blue as he walked away. Having known Steven for so many years, Ethan had never seen him like this and felt something was off, but he didn't know what to say. Holding back, he asked somewhat incomprehensibly, "Steven, does it have to be Kimberly?" He barely recognized the person in front of him. Was this still the same proud and arrogant Steven he knew? "Yes!" Steven answered without hesitation.

Xavier: The clink of metal was the only sound in the room as she fastened one of her earrings. Her reflection in the mirror was composed, distant, the same look she’d worn for days now. It was starting to crawl under my skin. She stood before the mirror, her reflection calm but her eyes questioning. She reached for the first one — a delicate filigree chain, threads of woven gold curling into leaf-like patterns, a single opal teardrop hanging in the center. It shimmered faintly, soft and refined, the kind of piece that spoke of grace and tradition.

I could touch it. A tear fell from my eyes as my fingers softly caressed the beautiful intricate of the necklace, unable to keep my emotion in check. “I searched the whole river, diving even to the deepest part yet I couldn’t find your true necklace. That’s why I took your description and went to the best jeweller to replicate it. I hope it looked just the same as the original.” Steven nervously scratched the nape of his neck. “I know this wasn’t what you expected and this is not nearly as important as the original but this necklace would hold even more memories than the other. You just have to combine what truly matters and add me to the memory of course.” He laughed lightly, looking anywhe

“Steven, what? I brought you out myself.” He nodded. “She looked like my mummy, but it wasn’t my mummy. That was Mummy’s twin. Aunt Amber.” My breath caught in my throat. My knees nearly buckled. Amber. Why the hell would she pose as me? The teacher looked mortified. “Miss Stellar, I’m so sorry. We had no idea.” But I wasn’t listening anymore. My eyes were on Steven. My heart was pounding in my ears. Amber had been here. Pretending to be me. Why? What was she trying to do?

However, the latter continues to stay agitated, Yeah, right, Amy, too much for being soft. “YOU!” Steven pushes Harris on his chest, “WHY ARE YOU SIDING WITH HER?!” He pulls Harris’ collar. “You’re best friend is dead! My sister is dead! How can you be so calm and side with her?!” He points at me menacingly. “We have been your friend for more than four years, Harris! FOUR YEARS! Yet you only met her NOW!” Steven goes back to where he has been earlier. Harris follows him and puts his hand on Steven’s shoulder. “You are a reasonable person, Steven. We all know that Amy has nothing to do with this.”

Amara is Kayden's mate and his pack is one of the strongest and the largest pack here in America, I don't think anyone would dare to execute his mate just because she's a witch. "Your son isn't a werewolf right?" I asked Kayden causing him to stop drinking his beer. If his son is a werewolf and a witch at the same time, then that makes his son a hybrid which means the hybrid prophecy is true and that might be the reason why the witches are back. "No, Amara did a spell to know if our son has a werewolf but he doesn't have any which means he's a pure witch." Kayden replied to me, "I just hope our second son is a werewolf this time," he added.

-------- AIVAN'S POV I am now holding the engagement ring that will fit perfectly in the ring finger of Amethyst. It is a silver ring with an amethyst gem on it. I never thought that I'm going to ask a woman to marry me. I don't know but I got mesmerized when I first saw Amethyst before. There's something in her eyes that hit the deepest inside of me. And every time that I saw her and our daughter, they are like telling me that I should change somehow. So, I don't know but I think I am doing it even though I don't really know if I really did it well.

Winston raised his hand, his bodyguards stepping forward to stop Steven's men. Winston patiently asked Larissa, "Would you mind explaining what you think is wrong with this Unicorn Statue?" Steven angrily said, "Winson, are you just trying to go against me?" Winston scoffed, "I just want this young man to assist me. What does it have to do with you?" Steven said sarcastically, "Oh right! After all, you have terrible eyesight! Otherwise, you wouldn't have mistakenly sold valuable emeralds as scraps!" Infuriated, Winston snapped, "Steven, I've had enough of you!"