White Diamonds Steven Universe Novels & Stories

"The silver isn't in my vault. I have sent no messages. Verify the link with the Great Bank and the glass-towers." "Do it," Hudson barked at his lead investigator. "Now." The room became a tomb. Steven—who had been watching from the shadows—suddenly stepped forward. He walked to the assassin and delivered a brutal, calculated kick to the man’s kneecap. The sound of shifting bone was sickening. "One more lie," Steven whispered, his eyes void of any humanity, "and I’ll make sure you never walk on four legs again." The man turned ashen, his mouth hanging open in a silent scream.

he said with a glare, daring any of them to try and kick him out. "You are Steven mate, aren't you?" Jordon asked, recognizing his name. He smiled, patting the guy on his shoulder when he stared at him wide-eyed. "Steve is a friend. There are no judgments here, Chris, we know a lot of mixed blood who have found a mate in the authority" he said.

Steven stood, his trembling legs almost giving way but supported by Pyra. I stood there in shock, seeing how different and foreign Pyra acted towards him. It was strange. My thoughts reeled as I continued to watch the strange man supported by Pyra. ‘There is one thing I am very sure about these strange false crimson wolves, and that is, they attack to create fear and not to kill. Whoever attacked the StoneClaw pack is either not the false Crimsons or this Steven of a guy is lying.

Steven wore black and gold, I wore white and gold. He walked out first and I come out second, I did not need to be told that I was beautiful. Bitch I know I was dripping! Fuck I was hot. Wax of course walked me to Steven, he was all smiles. Happy to finally stop worrying about me, to know I was safe and happy. He did whisper something to Steven and Steven nodded. Whatever it was I couldn't hear over the clapping of hands and it did not change his emotional state, still happy.

I closed my eyes and let the force pull me up. My sisters greeted me while a diamond was floating above their palms. I opened my palm and a white diamond appeared. Xandra got the blue diamond, Val got the yellow, Willow got the green, Damona got the brown, and Demonise got the red. We circled in motion and raised our hands with the diamonds to meet them in the center. All the diamonds floated in the air and we grip each other’s hands while chanting a spell. The wind blew in a circular motion, and the diamonds also circled until they formed into one. It shone so brightly and when the light vanished; it revealed a big round rainbow diamond.

So his final verdict was that they were going to trust a hybrid that they had just met. “Come on, don’t you want to know about the Diamond Stone? I know where it is,” She teased him, giving him a wink.

Fin stated rather than asked. The Priestess smiled, her ancient eyes twinkling with wisdom. "The goddess works in mysterious ways, young Maxwell. What you see with human eyes is not always what exists in the spiritual realm. In her true essence, Diamond is silver light, the reflection of the moon, the embodiment of the goddess's wisdom. The physical manifestation may appear white with markings, but her soul energy is pure silver."

Steven said as he bowed to him respectfully, before taking out his Power Stone and placing it in his hand “Tell Luna I hoped to be alive when you came back.” He said as his body began to crack until he completely evaporated in front of Arthur, who looked at him for a long time. Perhaps the only person who was truly loyal to him was Stephen. "I'll be careful about that, my friend." He said as he returned again. He placed Elizabeth's head in a circle that was engraved on the ground, and the power stone next to the rest of the stones, which he had collected. He looked back at the 18 stones. He smiled triumphantly as he closed his eyes.

I gasp. Inside the secret room, a blond, middle-aged man—Steve—is frantically stuffing jewelry into a travel bag. He spins around at the sound of my voice, the bag slipping from his grasp. Seeing me, his eyes widen in shock. “Rylee? What are you doing here? You’re not—” He hesitates, his face twisting with some unspoken emotion. “Forget it. This isn’t the time to talk. Get out of here. Leave me alone.” I glance at the open travel bag on the floor. It’s filled with gold and clothes. I recall Steve’s complaints about the pack’s financial struggles. Where did all this golds and jewelries come from?

The process of pouring stone took a long time. Erwin still stood quietly to one side and waited, not showing any hurry or discomfort. Frederick Hall also noticed the scene. He felt it was very suitable for his temperament. Calm, patient, but not soft. Erwin Wilson didn’t know in such a short time that Frederick Hall would change his mind about himself. He looked at the soft blue light, several names flashing in his mind. But gradually, Erwin Wilson himself was surprised. What appeared before his eyes was a rare blue diamond.