Trollhunters Steve Novels & Stories

I smile ………………………..✍🏾 Steve is at the roof of the Hunters building staring at the bright night sky as he taps his feet angrily waiting. He would look over his shoulder at intervals to check if he has come up but it is still just him. He growls as he looks over his watch, his patience completely ran out. Shortly afterwards, he meets up with Steve “How dare you keep me waiting?” he growls “Have you forgotten who made you what you are?” “Forgive me my lord” he bows “it won’t happen again”

Steve yelled, the only reason crownd haven’t fill the place was because Steve rented their table and the ones next to theirs. “I don’t even know how you manage to come here, because this place is mine for today” Steve glare at him. “Bring it on, I am always ready for you, I am not a coward that find joy in beating a woman, if you feel like beating people up, come to me, let fight man to man, I am always ready” he dip his hand in his pant trouser and brought out his phone, he scroll to his dial numbers and click on Oliver number.

After half an hour, he stood up and pulled on a pair of leather gloves. Steve was groggy but conscious for the first few blows. The man laughed as he promised he wouldn't kill Steve, yet. He wanted him softened up for easier transport. He explained to Steve that he was taking him to a place where he had video equipment set up to record Steve's execution. He laughed even harder as he spoke about how he was going to broadcast that event on the internet, much like the 'Lady in Red' dance Steve and Gwen had performed. He continued to hit Steve long after he had lost consciousness.

Steve snapped. I was stunned by Steve boldness.Fuck!I saw the way angry sparks flew between the two men as they locked gazes. “What are you expecting from me? An apology?” Jake asked.“More like you should get lost, right now!!!” Steve yelled.Jake chuckled.“Steve Callahan. 24yrs old, a pending quarterback for the Miami bulls. Son to a well known republican and also a chronic playboy. ”Steve was astounded. He stared at Jake with disbelief in his eyes.

Ash: Probably not the same way as you Olivia: Probably Ash: You have been dragging the good night Olivia: I didn't think you'd notice Ash: Underestimating me never bodes well Olivia: Spooky mob boss Ash Ash: And sleepy brat from hell Ash: Sleep Olivia Olivia: Okay Olivia: Good night for real mob boss Ash Ash: Good night, Olivia * * * * * * * * * * Meantime Steve was losing his sh*t. He was really f*cked up this time. "I f*cked up. I really f*cked up this time. Asher's gonna kill me" Steve pulls his hair as he paces here to there in the office. Walter, who was with him the whole time, looked at him worriedly.

How he was always eager to serve me at all times was really beyond me but not that I was going to complain. “You are really worth the post I gave you Steve” I smirked. “Now tell me…what have you managed to find? What are the rumors going on around here about the new Alpha?” If anyone could merge into a crowd and find out what they were on about, then Steve would be the perfect person. He blends in easily with every environment. His charm and charisma are his main weapon. “Not about you your Highness but about the three cowards you send fleeing” He responded.

But then, he felt a jolt each second as the collar tightened around his neck slowly. "A-are you insane?!" Trevor gasped out. "Then, tell me who you are!" Doctor Greg barked. "I am going to fúcking kill you as soon as I am out of this damned place!" Trevor growled. He struggled and yanked his hand, but it was of no use. "It will be easier on you if you just tell me what I need to know." Doctor Greg said calmly. "I do not fúcking know what you are on about!" Trevor jerked with each word he said.

Mateo in a tiny Vanderbilt Tech onesie someone had clearly mocked up as a taunt. Ken’s blood turned to ice. He looked up at Steve, who was watching him with that calculating hunger. “What did you do?” Ken whispered. Steve smiled, slow and terrifying. “Nothing yet.” But the lie was clear between them like smoke. And somewhere across the city, Mark Dorkul was already dialing Eleanor Vanderbilt’s private line

A scar traced the edge of his forehead, a lasting reminder of what had happened three years ago. Back then, an object had been hurled from a high-rise building. He had shoved me out of the way and taken the blow himself, leaving a deep gash on his forehead. The wound required seven stitches, and the scar remained to this day. This was Steve's scar. I couldn't be wrong. I fell silent, a million conflicting thoughts screaming at each other. Steve's responses had always been factually accurate, even when the questions asked were supposedly beyond his knowledge. For example, he could predict the score of the Global Cup Finals and tell me if a certain celebrity's scandal was true.

“When he sold my brother and many of the young cubs of this pack to outsiders what the fuck did you do?” An uneasy silence filled the hall but Steve was far from done. He was angry that they thought they could put their pains and grief on him not realizing that he had enough of his own. “Answer me!” he growled at the women. “You stand here before me with a misguided rage thinking you were the only ones he hurt. I was a fucking victim too!” No one made any reply. “You think he was a good father to me?” Steve kept on firing questions the council were either to scared to answer or had no idea how to reply. “I watched him kill my mother!”