White Steven Novels & Stories

Screaming at the hunters coming toward him with bows and swords. To only hear a voice that made everyone go still. "Stop" Just one command and all the hunters bow down. And that's when Volkan's grey eyes met the dark black ones of the man behind everything. Daniel Black The leader of Hunters stood in front of him. His face emotionless, not caring of the bloodshed of the innocents he just committed in name of ending the werewolf specie, which according to the humans were heartless beasts that are to be eliminated at all cost.

Steven shows me a few tricks to make it hurt even more. After about 3 hours, Gregory is so badly cut and burn and marked up that you could hardly recognize him. I thought he looked pretty good. "You good?" Steven asks me. "Yeah I'm good. You?" "I feel MUCH better now." He says smiling. I shake my head and chuckle. Steven starts whistling while he cleans up his equipment. He's so chipper now. Once everything is cleaned and put up neatly he takes the cart back to wherever he got it from and comes back.

"I'll take it from here." Al nodded and strolled off. I was alone with Steven. He stepped towards me and the dim light illuminated his features slightly. Despite his dark blue, motor oil-stained overalls and huge boots, he was quite intimidating. Steven was taller than me by several inches and he looked like someone you wouldn't want to mess with. I definitely wouldn't pick a fight him. A slowly burning cigarette hung from his thin lips, a trail of smoke drifted upwards as he sneered at me. "Where the hell have you been, boy?"

Chapter: 13. ******* Steven opened his eyes to be greeted by an extremely bright light, and he closed them again. When he did open them back up, the lights weren't all that bright anymore. The walls are just plain white, where the hell are his pictures? And why is his room so small? The hell...

"Do you have a wife, sir?" Steven just smiled and didn't answer. Even if the world is turned upside down, the future cannot change what they have done in the past. "Are my guests here yet?" he asked them. "Yes sir. They are here," they were immediately led by the staff to Steven's friends. Steven could hear his friends’ laughter even though they were still in the distance. When Ben noticed that Steven and Hivo were coming, he immediately called his colleagues. The closer the two get, the more amazed their friends are. Hivo looks exactly like his father. It's like a smaller version of Steven.

My mate was in my pack, the same mate who rejected me. Not receiving any answer, Steven continued. “I asked for one thing and one thing only. Just open up to me and at least, a little chance at your heart. I swear to you that you won’t regret it. It’s your decision, and if you see that I’m not worthy to grab your attention, then I shall stop any advances and respect your space.” Hearing this, a smile came forth on my lips. As I’ve said before, Steven was truly different. “Steven StoneClaw.”

He looked up upon hearing voices as he stepped into the room, to find Jordon talking to a man with green eyes and curly blond hair, it was abundantly clear the man was a vampire just by looking at him, he had the same look about him as Roger, maybe not as bad but certainly getting there. “Guys, this is Steven,” Jordon said, making the introductions as they all traipsed into the room. “His mate is a A-Class wolf here at the station,” he said, taking Rose hand as she came through the portal last. He clutched it tightly, wanting her near after listening to what Steve had told him.

Enough," Steve pleaded, placing his hand on the holster of his pistol. - Are you afraid of me? - Annoyance and bitterness were heard in the voice of the white wolf, and sadness was reflected in the eyes. - Now? Yes, I'm afraid. My partner would never torment a man like that, mocking his flesh. And you... You, I don't know you, Your Highness. Blake grimaced in annoyance. - I told you I'm not a prince, Steve. Why are you there too? “It's just that I see something that you, Prince Sebastian, don't want to see. The man, who had only recently assumed the form of a white wolf, appeared before the rest of the ordinary person, except for the now white hair that had grown to his shoulders, and even m

Amelia remained asleep as Steven considerately paraphrased everything and tried to keep his beloved sister up to date with the current happenings. Feeling slightly disappointed without receiving any response, Steven turned around and thought of finding Liam instead. As soon as he turned around, he came across pure black eyes. Steven stopped and stared in a trance. The staring contest only broke when the black eyes blinked. Steven, as if coming to his senses, walked to the owner of the pure black eyes. It was the small soft white furred, weak limbed cub. He was awake! Steven wanted to call the healer but the soft looking cub yawned cutely, making him stop once again. He mind linked the healer

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.