White Steven Novels & Stories

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.

Kai stepped back but scoffed at Steven. "Ohh, I'm so scared," Steven said dramatically. "Do you think you can kill me? Huhh! In your dream baby. I'm no longer that weak wolf. Now I'm the Demon Alpha. It's not so easy to kill me." Saying that Steven laughed like a maniac. But Ren smirked at him.

As I proceed to get into my shoes, a knock on the door startled me. “Come in,” I said, my voice soft and barely audible. We were all werewolves, hopefully. Steven came in, his eyes gleaming as he saw me. He was dressed in a suit which I know that Kelvin must have forced him to wear. He was not the suit type. Kelvin was. “Wow, Luna Emmalyn. You look really pretty.” He complimented. I could feel a faint blush, staining my cheeks as I looked away. “Thank you.” I replied softly. He grinned wide as he stepped in further.

He doesn’t want her dead but in so much pain that she will wish she was dead. Steven sat on the floor resting his head on his bed when three men in black clothes and masks barged into his room. He was stunned and couldn’t talk because of the gun pointing at him. One of them walked toward him knocking him unconscious. Steven was driving towards the apartment when he saw two black Range Rover drive out, he wanted to chase them but he got stuck after seeing the special plate number only the security of Alex McCollum owns. “A-MCADT-100452” he whispered as he got stuck on his wheel not knowing the step to take……

I was really panicking at this moment. I heard footsteps coming closer to the door, the footsteps stop at my door and I start to hear the doorknob jiggle. I tried with all my might to get my arms or legs free but they were silver chains every time I struggled against them I felt my skin burn. The doorknob turned and the door started opening my breathing was frantic as I stared at the man coming in the room. he was around six foot none inches black hair piercing blue eyes and white. Not the normal white but the white as if he has never seen the sun in his life. I keep trying to back up on the bed but with my legs chained to the leg posts at the bottom of the bed it was worthless to try.

Panic flooded our bond, but I sent love and devotion back. I climbed on top of the stage, none of the men recognized me. “The white wolf has come to lead you to victory. Your leader is dead, but the war remains.” The men closed in as if waiting for direction. I stripped off my clothes, holding their attention, and shifted. The men cheered and knelt in front of me. Stop. I commanded firmly with my mind. Every man stilled in place. Their bodies obeying. I kept my focus on the group, releasing Ghost. He began administering the serum one man at a time.

Laughing hysterically for another feast they are taking, they hurriedly scattered themselves into the streets of the near-barren city. ❇❇❇ She couldn't believe what she was seeing. A seven-foot tall being, almost humanoid, was standing before her. His skin was green, and his body was built up like The Hulk, all muscular and weirdly contorted. The corners of his mouth went up to a smirk, showing his sharp, dirty canines inside. He was carrying a cell-like bag, and she could see some white orbs floating inside it. She gulped. "Luna, please calm down."

He was handsome in every way June could have ever imagined and those black eyes of his, gazed at her thoughtfully and it was at this that June noticed she was still staring at the man that she looked away and pretended she was cleaning the bar her mind still wandering on the man. She felt like she had known him or she had seen him. “Mr. White! You came!” the woman, now revealed Clara exclaimed and June immediately knew where she knew him. Of course the best celebrity tycoon. Miles White. Flawless and spotless plus daringly handsome, more than the magazines had portrayed.

Neil felt dazed, and pain spread all over his body, his bones ached badly. With blurry eyes, he looked up confused to the sudden attack, hoping to spot who, or what was in the room when a white figure materialized...his heart ceased in his chest, and his eyes cleared well enough for him to see her. Claire Steele. The supposed dead sister of the Steeles. A beauty like no other, standing before him in a dazzling white dress, and her hair was adorned with gleaming transparent crystals. Each step she took was deliberate, dangerous, and announcing dread.

The place was even more impressive up close. The club was vast and meticulously maintained, with an air of quiet exclusivity that was impossible to miss. Well-dressed men and women moved about with ease, their presence carrying the kind of confidence that came from wealth and status. It was clear that this was not just any equestrian center. This was where people like them belonged. And now, somehow, I was part of it too. When we reached the paddock, my attention was immediately drawn to a stunning white horse. Its coat gleamed under the sunlight, almost too perfect, while a staff member stood nearby, carefully tending to it.Sean approached them without hesitation.