White Steven Novels & Stories

We look forward to the day she can run with us. "Soon." The witch agreed with a soft smile. Some of the shadows began to dance like excited pups, their excited yips filling the air as a giant blonde man stepped out of the darkening tree-line followed by a smaller version of himself. Despite the winter months being on them, both males were golden like the husks of wheat and barley. Their white blonde hair matched that of the little girl babbling in her mother's arms. Ulf was much taller than his son and bulkier with muscles crowding his limbs and torso. His chiseled facial features could easily make the gods jealous and his blue eyes were topaz blue and as hard as ice as they surveyed the wor

Third Person POV A black SUV comes to a sudden halt in front of an old shack. The dim light turns on inside, and an old man with a body length walking stick comes out. His eyes are white matching his head full of slivered hair, midback length. He wears an old dark gray robe and slips his flip flops on to step outside. "Blake son! Is that you?" The old wolf says. The SUV door opens and Blake makes his way out wearing combat uniform, matching with the uniforms his warriors wear.

“I almost forgot to introduce myself. I’m Sherriff Gustav Bernard, from the Sapphire Mountain PD.” That was all Steven needed to know as all the fight left his body and he looked up at Gustav in horror. “Now, be a good boy and pack your stuff, will you? I don’t think this hospital will be needing your services anymore.” “P-please…” Steven managed to stutter out. “Oh? What was that?” Gustav pretended to have difficulty hearing as he placed his hand on his earlobe. “You want me to make this video viral on social media?” Steven Hallow didn’t need any more invitation. Scrambling on all fours, he all but crawled away from us before getting up on his feet and running for his dear life.

It was strange, but he said goodbye to his friends and came up to me. "Yeah?" He asked, stopping by my cans with paint. "Um, I thought that... you might want to meet someone," I lied, but it seemed to work, "This is Thomas Black. You know him, right?" "Oh, yeah! How are things, man?" Steven asked and held out his hand to shake Thomas's hand. "I'm Steven." "Nice to meet you." The famous boy answered, with a frown and a sudden change in tone, laced with a hint of contempt.

Charles continued, his tone very calm. "After all, you spent 103 thousand dollars at the mall yesterday, all on luxury goods." Howard's face went pale. "How do you even know that?" Charles' gaze was cold as he responded, "I'm Ariel's fiance. I naturally won't allow anyone to bully her." This only shocked the guests even more. Was this really the legendary Treyist who had renounced all worldly things? Had they really heard him correctly? Michael, feeling indignant at being exposed, sneered. "Aren't you a Treyist, Charles? Shouldn't you be free from all desires and worldly cravings? And yet, here you are, clearly after the Kingstons' fortune."

“Do whatever you want. All my relatives are dead anyway.” Steven pulled out a bunch of fries like he was making conversation. He smiled. “Are you pretending you don’t know, or do you really not know? You still have family back in your hometown. You just chose to forget about them. I was deciding who to visit next. Now I don’t have to think too hard.” Victor’s eyes flew open. “You wouldn’t dare.” “Why wouldn’t I?” Steven’s tone stayed light. “Don’t forget where you are. This is East Coast. And I happen to work for Zachary Reynolds.”

Moving over, Rowena placed her palm against the cool, air-conditioned glass. There would be no shopping tomorrow. No fun, no games, no more steps… at least, not his. She had a few of her own. Starting nice and early. There was no more time to waste. ***** Steven found a bar in town, enjoyed a couple of drinks, a game of pool, and the chance to use a bathroom that didn’t smell like pine trees and decaying leaves. Killing time was something he’d gotten very good at over the years. “Last call. You want another?”

] [Steven Carter, the young and successful businessman, is currently in a coma after being shot by his childhood friend, who was suspected to be his mistress. After hearing that, I switched off the TV and headed to the bathroom. I submerged myself in the bathtub until my mind calmed down, all the while gazing at my clean hands. These very hands were the ones that had tried to stop the bleeding in Steven’s chest. Yet, despite their cleanliness, an overwhelming sense of terror persisted, as if the blood still lingered.

Rex asked realizing he hadn't taken the time to learn his name or anything about him. As if reading his mind, a tall, brunette, well built man walked down the stairs. Wearing a black pants, and an open chested white shirt, that buttoned just above his stomach, showing a broad, proud chest, and bare feet. Rex thought this Alpha was something...special, he just couldn't put his paw on it. "Welcome, brother Alpha. My name is Tristan, this is my Luna, Anatashi. I am pleased to meet you..." Tristan smiled, obviously wanting the Alpha's name.

Steven hide his face in his chest that's why he can't see what's Leon expression right now. "C-Can we just get all my things?" He said to subdue the tension between the two. He look at Leon to ask him to help him hopefully but he got stiffened when he saw his face. Leon's dark expression and the eyes with full of fire is... Scary. "Baby, why do you go to your room first?" The sweet voice of Steven make him to look at him. Steven is smiling while stroking his hair. "I just have to talk to your friend and we'll follow you after." He said again.